in the end, this country was unable even to say 'thankyou' to those men - who put fire in the grate and piwer in the cooker - i was disgusted ... and have never regained my gust irene
My dad went down the pit aged 15 in 1927 and worked all his life in the Yorkshire coal field until he retired on his 65th birthday, he, and his two younger brothers made sure that none of their sons went down the pit! I've been down quite a few pits and thank heavens never had to work for a living in a mine!
I have been without her for 11 years. The times together was immensely significant to my life. God blessed me with her presence now only the memories remain.
Does anyone know which pit this footage was filmed at? It is a scene that was seen at every pit when there had been an underground accident and sent a chill down my spine. Seeing the lady obviously asking for news of a loved one from one of those rescued was heart wrenching!
My dad down the pit for years but sad he passed away 2 years now. He did 2 jobs two keep his family going with food and clothes. He was a fantastic man .
I would posit that no closer “ gut- punch “ exists in all of humanity than the love ❤️ that Scot’s have for their homeland. They are acutely aware of the Clyde and the massive shipyards that made the Royal Navy even a possibility. They made the dreadnoughts of Scotland even a reality, My grandmother was homesick for Scotland till her last breath. I do follow British politics and it is not “ edifying “. The attack dogs at the BBC are “ out the gate” Thank god the overseas version of the BBC has closed. My grandfather was already in the BEF in 1914 as the troop trains , 80 a day …: were leaving Southhampton for the “cinq ports “ along the English Channel. The English and French were subject to fhe Entendre Cordial, which today would be called “ strategic ambiguity “ However if England and France are getting on the Life cant be that bad:
My Grandad Davis was from an old Welsh family came here to the States and worked underground digging out snd building Camp David ! His whole family were miners in the old country ! 10 children and my Grandmother he left when he passed of a stroke underground ! The family of those men and my grandmother had to fight the company for years for better conditions underground and pensions ! It took them 20 years to get their due and his back pension ! God Bless those dear working men , the miners who are the toughest men I ever knew ! And my Grandfathers ( both ) who were always my Hero’s ! ❤❤❤❤
Si tous les gars du monde décidaient d'être copains Et partageaient un beau matin leurs espoirs et leurs chagrins Si tous les gars du monde devenaient de bons copains Et marchaient la main dans la main, le bonheur serait pour demain
Was just singing this to my American husband who didn't know it, explained my mother used to sing it to me. Miss her a lot. Seems to be a recurring theme 😢
When the uniting of the crowns happened. My oldest known ancestor fled from Scotland to Lincolnshire during the cleansing of the border. His Son Thomas Armstrong was born in 1641. They mined for 250 years before moving to London. Eventually landing in San Francisco. in honor of Thomas Armstrong. We made it out. Invictus Maneo!
We are the D-Day Dodgers, Out in Italy, Always on the vino, Always on the spree. Eighth Army skivers and their tanks, We go to war in ties like swanks. For we are the D-Day Dodgers, In sunny Italy. 2. We landed at Salerno, A holiday with pay. Jerry brought his bands out To cheer us on his way, Showed us the sights and gave us tea, We all sang songs, the beer was free. For we are the D-Day Dodgers, The lads that D-Day dodged. 3. Palermo and Cassino Were taken in our stride, We did not go to fight there, We just went for the ride. Anzio and Sangro are just names, We only went to look for dames, For we are the D-Day Dodgers, In sunny Italy. 4. On our way to Florence, We had a lovely time, We drove a bus from Rimini, Right through the Gothic Line, Then to Bologna we did go, And went bathing in the River Po, For we are the D-Day Dodgers, The lads that D-Day dodged. 5. We hear the boys in France Are going home on leave, After six months service Such a shame they're not relieved. And we're told to carry on a few more years, Because our wives don't shed no tears. For we are the D-Day Dodgers, Out in sunny Italy. 6. Once we had a "blue light" That we were going home, Back to dear old Blighty, Never more to roam. Then someone whispered: 'In France we'll fight,' We said: 'Not that, we'll just sit tight,' For we are the D-Day Dodgers, The lads that D-Day dodged. 7. Dear Lady Astor, You think you know alot, Standing on a platform And talking tommy rot. Dear England's sweetheart and her pride, We think your mouth is much too wide From the D-Day Dodgers, Out in sunny Italy. 8. Look around the hillsides, Through the mist and rain, See the scattered crosses, Some that bear no name. Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone, The lads beneath, they slumber on. They are the D-Day Dodgers, Who'll stay in Italy.
Many in my family were coal miners in Wales. Mines all went as I grew up. I remember dozens of pits in the valleys then by the time i left school 1 left. Great Grandfather was miner rose to under manager. Ironically I ended up mining too but drilling for petroleum on the rigs instead.
