Father was a blacksmith at the Sphinx..........

You might wonder: what's a blacksmith doing at a pottery factory?
This pottery was baked in round ovens made of fire-resistant stones. First they would put the pottery in fire-resistant crates en then stacked on top of each other in the ovens. When the oven was full, the door would be sealed with loam and for eight days heated with coals. My father's job was to renew the straps all the time. They also had an oven called "goudmof" which they used to bake the golden rim on the pottery. This would happen on Sundays. The only day the ovens were not being used.
....After his regular workday, my dad continued working till 11 pm. The money he made was set aside to buy something extra every now and then. Therefore I never really knew poverty. Come Easter. we would go into town to buy new clothes. This sort of went like thus: The oldest got new clothes, the second oldest got his clothes and so on and so on.
...... We were really privileged because we had our own house. Many families in those days, lived with 6 children in just two rooms.

From a newspaper interview with Sjeng Stokbroekx about "Being a kid in 1925"