I am overwhelmed with what is on my bench ...

(and readers here are probably being overwhemed by my postings.)

So here it is. A photograph of my bench with the drawers I am sorting through.

(the boxes on the shelves above the lathe are full of microelectronics chips for Pipe organ relays. There is a rasberry pi zero in there somewhere too what the monitor goes to.)

-j

That makes my shed look like an empty church hall.😀

Could be ...

Just a Saffette cocktail watch and spare 650 movement. There a a bunch of 'generic' ladies movements I was comparing against outside the dust covers.
-j

Hey! That's a photo of my Man Cave!....

But it is my women's boudoir :->

I notices in Switzerland factories that watches are made by women, but worn by men. Almost any factory photo seems to show women on the assembly line. Supposedly our smaller hands and sharper eyesight are more dexterous for the fine work.

In the old shared labor family structure, the final adjusting and casing was done by the 'Watchmaker.' In that era women (or at least single independent girls,) were forbidden by law to own watchmaking tools.

Before the labor laws of the 20th century, children were used to make things like fusee chain.

-j

Yea there’s an interesting story in one of the Rolex books I have on the shelf about how during the wartime years Rolex were among the first to embrace a majority female workforce due to men being busy shooting eachother and it resulted in higher efficiency and better QA results due to women having longer attention spans and better concentration especially on repetitive tasks. Since then they never looked back since the women did a better job and were cheaper anyway albeit unfairly so.

Oh good grace... I thought I was untidy, not anymore! 😀

Not just the watch industry. 10 years ago my sister-in-law moved there with her husband. For her to get a credit card HE had to be the applicant. The extra irony is that SHE was the breadwinner in the couple.

Remember that this is the place where women did not receive the right to vote everywhere in the country until 1990.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women's_suffrage_in_Switzerland

gatorcpa

I'm not really grasping the whole "what about the saleswomen" on Sunday thing Syrte. What about the salesmen on Sunday? What do saleswomen do on Sundays in Switzerland, turn into pumpkins or something? We wouldn't want pumpkins staffing the stores on Sundays.

My grandmother on my mother's side was widowed when my mother was two years old. She didn't remarry until the mid 1950s, after my mother married my dad. Through the rest of the 1930s and the war years she made her own way alone, working hard and rearing two little girls. By the 1950s she had even gotten in on fruit grove development in the Rio Grande Valley which gave her an alternate source of income.

One bright summer day in 1961, my mother left me with Mammaw to keep me for the day while she did errands. Mammaw bought new Buicks every few years. She intended to trade in the '59 Electra 225 for a new '61 so went to Vandergriff Buick in Arlington, Texas to make a deal. Selected a car, went in to pay and obtain title work. The salesman told her she'd have to return with her husband in order to take delivery on her new car.

This didn't set well with Mammaw who became incensed at what she viewed as a slight. So, she promptly drove over to Tyson Buick in Fort Worth, plunked down the money for a new white Electra 225 and we drove home in it.

This one is the spittin' image of Mamma's car, portholes and all.