The Directors of Brown Bayley's, very ably led by Mr. Robert Armitage as Chairman of the company from 1895 until his death in 1944, thought highly of Harry Brearley. When Harry insisted on “retiring” in 1925 they gave him every encouragement to use the laboratory for his own purposes and Mr. Armitage had a splendid office, 30 feet square, built for him overlooking the works. The first class desk / bookcase now sits in our lounge. Drop down the desk top and you are faced by a printed American card, and encouraged to “Plan your work, then work your plan”.
Auntie Wyn operated from this office, and no doubt typed up the books that he later wrote. Her help is acknowledged inside the covers of her personal copies. “Steelmakers” (1933) says, “Miss Beard, with thanks fit for a king's remembrance”. His life story “Knotted String” (1941) says, “Winifred Beard from a grateful friend” and “Steelmaking” (1946) has, “Winifred Beard with enduring gratitude from Harry Brearley”. In “Knotted String” he pays tribute to Auntie Wyn, though not by name. He says, “My knowledge of women in industry is confined to the kitchen end of life, and an appreciation of a very competent secretary.”
I never met Mr. Brearley but my wife Judy did. It was on a Saturday morning in 1938 when she went down to Brown Bayley's with Auntie Wyn. Mr. Brearley gave her a copy of an allegory he had just written; I understand, for the daughter of a friend, about his discovery of stainless steel. It's called “The story of Ironie”.
Having the custody of a briefcase full of stuff, much of which concerns the man, the family and friends of Mr. Brearley, I must add my four penn'orth, in the hope that there will be lesser-known items of interest to entertain admirers of such a “character” and true son of Sheffield.
Anyone who is acquainted with the Northern General Hospital may well be able to recite the six names Firth, Hadfield, Vickers, Huntsman, Sorby and Brearley: all areas of the hospital named after notables in the history of the steel industry. I was recently a patient for a day or two and finished up in Brearley Ward 4. This grabbed my interest, and when an x-ray was needed, there was the lengthy wheelchair push between the two locations. I'm afraid I regaled my unfortunate porter with the useless information that I was happy to be in Brearley Ward and happened to have Harry's birth, marriage and death certificates! Fortunately I could not see the porter's face, but a voice from behind me simply said, “Oh yes?”
Harry Brearley's wife Helen was a private person and little mentioned in his writings, but she was his loving partner and number one supporter for nearly 47 years. She was born Ellen Theresa Crank in 1874 in Nottingham Street. Her father's occupation was recorded as a clerk and later on he became a coal dealer. When she married Harry he could not have been regarded as much of a “catch” because he was only earning £2 a week and had not long finished paying back £50 borrowed from a friend - this was to pay a premium for the privilege of introduction to the job of an assistant in the works lab.
They came to Brook Terrace, Mickley Lane, Totley (1895), almost penniless but much in love, and they were a practical couple. The first Saturday evening they had spent fourpence on a Chivers jelly tablet to make a special sweet for the Sunday dinner, but they had nibbled most of it before it could be made into a jelly! A friend had just given them a wedding present of twenty shillings, saving a difficult situation but they were not afraid, Helen said, “Perfect love casteth out fear”. Once, in the Cogging Mill, where there had been a prolonged strike, endless meetings had not settled the matter. It was decided to give a whole day to discussing outstanding issues. The meeting was on a Sunday at the Brearleys. Because of rationing, meat was not obtainable, so Mrs. Brearley made two large sage and onion pies and a very big rice pudding. The morning discussions went badly, but after the sage and onion pies things went much better, agreement was reached and relations became much better all round - the Sage and Onion Pie Agreement was long remembered!
Auntie Wyn had been Mr. Brearley's secretary from about 1925. But a few years later he had a problem, hence his wife's letter: