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Hello, my ancestors on both sides all worked down the local coal mines, my nan was a pit brow lass. I wrote this story about it and hoped you might like to post it on your page. I still live in Wigan and regularly walk over the old John pit and crooke.
Best wishes, Samantha.
I wrote this and it isn't actually a true story. Any similarities to people living or dead are purely councidental. I wrote about real places and how I imagined things to be back then.
I hope you enjoy reading it đ
All of my immediate family are Wigan born and bred. A town of cotton mills and coal, canals, cobbled streets and terraced houses .Our family never had any money and had to take any work that was on offer. For my Nan and Grandad, that meant working at the local coal pit. Before my Nan died she used to tell us stories of what life was like back then, this was my favourite and Iâd like to share it with you.
I was fifteen years old when my Mam sent me to work over at the John pit. I couldâve gone to the cotton mill but the pit was within walking distance to our house on Woodcock row in Crooke village. Most of the lads worked in the pit and so did my dad before he died young of lung disease, leaving my Mam to support me and her on her own. I didnât mind going to work. Mam did her best for us and always had a hot meal of potato pie or bread and cheese waiting after a hard dayâs work. Sometimes if it was a special occasion sheâd make fruit cake and custard, which was a real treat!
Working at the pit was hard, grubby work but despite not being allowed to talk to each other while we were working, me and my friend Annie still had a bit of a giggle at times when we thought no one was looking. We even learned to lip read so we could silently communicate.
Our job as pit brow lasses was to wait for the coal to come in from the shaft below and we had to pick out the dirt and stones so it wouldnât explode when the coal went in the fire. All the bits that we pulled out just got thrown on to the floor so after a while weâd have to stop and shovel it all up or itâd be over our boots! It was bloody cold in winter, we had gloves but they had no fingers in them because we had to work fast with our hands. We had head scarves and shawls and heavy woollen skirts which were warm but felt like they were dragging you down when they got wet. Mam said they were really hard to wash and dry them wool skirts. Remember, in them days there was no fancy washing machines. It was all done by hand on wash day once a week.
One cold October morning, 1948 I was eighteen by then and there was a new lad just started at our John pit. Tommy Fisher. Heâd moved from Haigh with his old Grandad and lived in Standish Lower Ground now. Soon as me and Annie set eyes on him we were as giddy as two school girls. Dark and handsome with eyelashes any girl would have died for. Even the coal dirt on his face didnât take away his good looks. It was impossible dressed as we were to look pretty but I did my best to make sure I always had a smile when he looked my way.
That autumn was a really wet one and as I was leaving the site one night, thinking about my tea and a warm brew, I suddenly slipped in the mud and landed heavy on my backside in a heap. Dirty, wet and feeling like a right fool I started to pick myself up from the slippery ground. I looked up to see a hand grabbing mine and my eyes met those long lashes of Tommy Fisher. He helped me up like my knight in a flat cap and we both had a chuckle once Iâd got over the shame and heâd made sure that I wasnât hurt. Tommy walked me home even though it was out of his way. I found out he was twenty years old and he was a âhooker onâ which meant he worked at the bottom of the mine shaft hooking on the cages filled with coal and sent them up to the surface. Tommy was kind and funny, and I was smitten. Lucky for me he seemed to feel the same way and our walking home and little chats became a regular occurrence. Annie was jealous as hell at first but after a while she started courting a lad from Shevington so she soon lost interest in us. We stayed friends though and would dream about getting married and living next door to each other, our kids playing together like we had done when we were growing up.
Life went on this way and we were happy. It didnât seem to matter that we were poor. We had a job, a home, food on the table and fierce friendships. People stuck together back then and wouldnât hesitate to help out a neighbour in need. Our little community up north revolved around the coal pit, the school and the Methodist meetings at the village chapel.
One Saturday when Iâd finished my shift I walked home on my own as Tommy had told me the day before that he had to stay on a bit later that night. I was tired but content and it was Sunday tomorrow which meant a chapel meeting but a day off from the pit. As I made my way up to our front door I heard voices in the front room. When I walked in I was surprised to see my Mam sat by the fire with Tommy. Theyâd met briefly before but I wouldnât have said they were pals. âHereâs our Eileen nowâ said Mam. âTommyâs come round to ask me something and he seems like an honest, hardworking lad so Iâve said yes. I think your dad wouldâve agreed, God rest his soulâ Tommy looked at me and I looked back in bewilderment. âEileen he said. I know Iâve not much but I think the world of you and Iâve put a bit by like so as we can get wed, if you want like?â
A laugh of shock and surprise burst from my mouth, âyesâ I said. I ran into his arms and then quickly pulled away again as my Mam gave us a disapproving look. âThereâll be time for all that once youâre married. Weâll speak to the vicar after service tomorrow and Tommy, Iâll need to meet your Grandad.
A month later Tommy and me became man and wife at a simple ceremony in the village chapel. I felt beautiful in M**s wedding dress, white cotton with a simple ribbon around the waist and a chain of daisies in my mousey brown hair. It poured down with rain but still all the families came out and Mam put on a small spread of sandwiches and cake with a little fruit cordial and tea for everyone.
I moved into the house that Tommy lived in with his Grandad. The house wasnât much bigger than M**s but Grandad couldnât be left alone. It was decided that I would leave my job at the pit and look after the house, and Grandad. Mum was sad to see me leave but I visited her almost every day. She got a few hours work a week cleaning at the village school so was able to support herself financially. I was happy with my lot and Annie would come for a brew and tell me any gossip from the village. Cooking and cleaning kept me busy and one evening I was laying the table with bread and butter and waiting for Tommy to come home from work. He always said the delicious smell of stew cooking on the stove wafted down the street as he made his way to the house. I looked at the clock and noticed Tommy was a bit late. It wasnât like him to be late but I wasnât too worried at that point. In the distance I heard a horn sound, it was the pit. I ran outside and most of the neighbours were already out. Something was wrong. There had been an accident at John pit. My stomach sank and my legs had a mind of their own. I ran and ran, heart pounding in my chest until I reached the pit. The rain was lashing down and I was soaked to the skin but I couldnât feel it. It was chaos. Men were dragging bodies from underground, unrecognisable covered in coal dirt and mud. Women were screaming and being held back by some of the older lads. âWhere is my Tommy?â I cried, âAnnie!â âTommy!â
I sank to my knees in despair. He was dead. I knew it in my heart. My Tommy had been crushed by a collapse in the mine. My darling, beautiful husband. The rain had weakened the tunnel structure and the men couldnât escape in time. I must have gone into some kind of daze as I was shaken back to the moment by Annie. âEileen, what are you doing? Tommy needs you. Snap out of itâ
Hearing Tommyâs name and Annieâs voice sparked a flame inside me and we ran over to where a group of men were sitting by the sheds. There was my Tommy. Bruised, bloody but alive! I threw my arms around him and sobbed. âEasy lassâ He said âIâm alright, Iâm alrightâ.
Six lads lost their lives that day. One was from Crooke village. He was only sixteen. Billy Halsall. There was a memorial service at the chapel and later a plaque was erected with the names on of those who died. It was one of many mining tragedies that happened in various coal mines up north and even though the mine owners made changes, they still happened.
Your Grandad, Tommy was very lucky. He managed to get out as he was working near the entrance but he was saddened by the loss of his pals. Right up until his own death as an old man heâd still visit that memorial plaque and run his fingers over the names. He used to say that you never really forget a tragedy like that, no matter how many years may pass.
Well, as you know your Grandad and me remained in Wigan here in Standish Lower Ground all our lives and had your dad and your auntie Betty. As it turned out Annie got married and had two sons. They moved into the house next door and weâd chat over the fence while the kids played in the garden. It was a simple life but we were happy with what we had and never imagined wanting more.
Tommy and Me were married for fifty two years and I know that heâs up there waiting for me with his long lashes and a hand to pull me to heaven.
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The Royal School of Mines was established in 1851,[4] as the Government School of Mines and Science Applied to the Arts. The School developed from the Museum of Economic Geology, a collection of minerals, maps and mining equipment made by Sir Henry De la Beche, and opened in 1841. The museum also provided some student places for the study of mineralogy and metallurgy. Sir Henry was the director of the Geological Survey of Great Britain, and when the collections outgrew the premises the museum and the survey were placed on an official footing, with government assistance.
The Museum of Practical Geology and the Government School of Mines and Science Applied to the Arts opened in a purpose-designed building in Jermyn Street in 1851. The officers of the Geological Survey became the lecturers and professors of the School of Mines. The Royal College of Chemistry was merged into it in 1853. The name was changed in 1863 to the Royal School of Mines, and was moved to South Kensington in 1872. In 1907, the school was incorporated into Imperial College of Science and Technology, but retained its own identity as a "constituent college".
In 2001 it was announced Imperial was to transition from a constituent college structure to a faculty structure, a move that was completed in 2003.[5][2] The last Dean of the Royal School of Mines was Professor John Monhemius before the position was abolished. The Royal School of Mines has since come to refer to both the building in which former school was housed, as are its departments still today, and the student body representing students within those departments.[6]
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