If you are still interested it was:
"The right place to trust your face,
is inside here with Harry Case"
in white painted letters on a dark background. It was there, like me, in the early 1940's, in 6 feet high letters and easily seen from the main Warrington road. You can still see the faint outline of an 8ft. square board on the gable end of the house.
In those days the BICC company would give a short blast on a steam hooter at 0750, again at 0755 and a long blast at 0800hrs every week day. The doleful hooters could be heard from our house a mile away from the factory.
Imagine the complaints you'd get now, but in those days the culture was about working your socks off.
Looking over the bare windswept demolition site of the BICC factory, as I did a few years ago, I could still hear those hooters on the wind, calling the faithful to the alters of sweated labour and industrial mayhem.
Edited by whitevanman, 25 October 2011 - 11:42 AM.















