HIGH PIT WILMA

Canna mind,Canny Lass,aal a knaa is,ye had ti write so fast that it was aal scribble,personal shorthand and abbreviations,and sumtimes ye cudn't read it yasel!!crazy or wat?! Canna bring ti mind the maps,were ye in his class from 1956-9?,cos they were my years,and mebbe they were done after aa left scyuul![regardless of the long-drawn dispute a bit back!]

Sincere apologies ti ye, Vic,to Doreen and Maureen AND Rita,for the confusion in my senile brain....I've had that pic for years,and always thought I had the lasses placed correctly! That's a luvly pic o' "wor" Doreen!!!! Eggy,AA was thinking last neet on the same lines as ye!..a just checked the gallery and ye dun a fine job!

Eh,aav put this quote in the wrang place!Nivvor mind,it's done noo! Vic!,aav got a vivid memory of Rita Wheallans picking a fight wi me,a divvent knaa why,cos a was a quiet shy bairn,Doreen should back me up on that!] A canna mind wat it was aboot,but at five yrs aad,a had this little lassie screaming and trying ti hit me!aal me life,even doon the pit,a had people tekking the mick and trying ti bully me,a think it was cos a was a gud soft-natured lad,and a waak-owa for a bully...till a larn't ti turn like a lion and gaan for tha throats!!!that scared bullies off big-time,but a cudn't dae that when a was a young kid,a was timid.

Thanks very much me Canny Lass! Ye've restored me sanity!....aav been oot wi LBJ, waakies,and gannin owa and owa in me head and thinking,could I be mistaken?[and I would apologise profusely if I was,and shut me gob!],but I just know that in ,1958,my class of upper remove,there were no prefects!there was no head boy in my class,that position was taken by David Lees,as aforementioned. 1958 Was a very significant year for me. In February,that year,Buddy Holly was killed along with Richie Valens,and Thi Big Bopper,in a plane crash,in really bad weather,which devastated myself and all his true fans.We had no telly or radio,and I got the news off Pete Smith ,my neighbour and friend,as he caught me up at the vestibule entrance,late for school,but he stopped me to break the news after hurrying to catch up with me. School didn't matter to me that day,I couldn't beleive such a terrible thing had happened. Mr Johnson,Science teacher ,used to stay at school with me till after ten o' clock nearly every night,clarting on wi old radios,and building short-wave valve radios. We put the play on,"Julius Caesar",under Mr Marley's Direction,and I stayed at school till late helping Mr Johnson with all the lighting rig cables that had to be wired up by hand...[Poly-pole couplings with a load of internal cores,and which took a lot of time to do.]..at 14 yrs old,I was trusted by Mr Johnson to carry out lots of electrical repairs on various appliances. A very close classmate and marra at home,borrowed a gorgeous green "Osmiroid 65" Fountain Pen,which had been a prize from the "Meccano Club" magazine,and had a lot of sentimental value,never returned it to this day,and he is now deceased. I was bullied every day by certain people in my class,and never told a soul,I just put up with it,till one day in Metalwork,when Mr Epsley was out of the room,one lad kept on and on at me,goading me,till my docile self lost control,and I gave this lad an old fashioned bunch of fives straight in his ribs!...just then Mr Epsley walked into the room,as I was going to thrash this kid,and we both turned our backs to the bench and said nowt. To his credit,he never reported me or said a word to anyone,so,being as diplomatic as I can!!!!!!,I think the lad in this pic ,if he had been a prefect,in 1958,would have had me in front of Mr Hemming,for the strap!!

Canny Lass I think you are right,but this pic wasn't taken in 1958!! In 1958 we were 14 years old!,do these young lads and lasses look like 14 year olds?! No,Len Thompson,Bobby Cross,Ian Campbell,Micky Lucas,and Eddie Hedley, were all in my class,and in 1958,none of them were Prefects!....nor was there a 14 club! No disrespect ,and just for correctness,it couldn't have been any earlier than after the 1959 summer holidays,and I would still suggest 1960! I have good personal reasons for disagreeing with 1958! If I was to disclose what's going through my mind,it would only lower the tone of a fine discussion,as it involves one person on the photo,who,in later life,I often wonder if actions in youth ever cross thier mind!![and if they do remember,it would be great if an apology and admittance were to come forth,cos I would certainly appreciate it!!] The above comments are not directed to Canny Lass!,but in response to Allana's comments!!

Er,Vic,21 is Rita Wheallans without a Doubt,my two little friends and neighbours [Doreen Dagless and Maureen Dean],are nos 36 and 37 respectfully,with Rosemary Oliver sitting next to them on the right. Alan Wilkinson is not on the photo,I sat next to him from day one,right through to Westridge,and went to his house after school,then away doon the woods! Even as a kid,he always had his hair plastered with vaseline,[or butter!],crows wing and side parting,and combed it constantly!![check oot the Whitley School Football team Photo's wi Matty Hall on,that 's Alan wi the craa's wing,just as he always did!!] I canna mind the other lassies names Vic!

Eeeh!...ye hae me beat theor noo!,Canny Lass,me lasting vivid memories are of Mr Abrahart storming back and forth alang the class floor,waving his arms aboot and tekking on the Characters of hoo-ivvor the history subject was aboot....he wud be giving us dictation,which we had ti copy as fast as he was raving and ranting,and ye cudn't haad the pen for laffin!!....sumtimes he wud hae me sick in me stomach,if lessons were just after dinner,wi joggling aal owa thi place!! He was a big miss when he left ti gaa ti West Moor.But a canna mind o' any map-paintings on thi waals..! Another great teacher was Mrs Nicholson..one day she asked if anybody played any instruments.When Alan Spowart,and Alan Stewart,[noo Councillor Stewart!],said they were learning the guitar,she asked them ti bring their instruments in next week and we'll hae a sing-song! So they did!,and a little lad,[smashing natured lad],caaled "Dicka",[for Dixon...forget his first name!],went in front of the class and proceeded ti entertain the class for a full hour,singing aal the chart hits of the time..[1958-ish]"Story of my life" [Michael Holliday],"He's got the whole world ,in His Hands"...[ Mike Holliday again?...not sure!],"Catch a falling star"..[Perry Como ].....and so on....non-stop,and he was putting on aal the actions of a pop star!!.....oh!..and he did Lonnie Donegegan tracks as weel,that's one lesson that stuck in my mind,and it was the two Alan's who were instrumental...[ugh!!!],in giving me the drive and inspiration to want to learn guitar,but I cudn't afford one,nor could my Mother,when I was 14 yrs old,it was finally Hank Marvin [with "Apache" in the charts],that finally put the seal on my determination. But aye,Happy memories,gie me a warm feeling when a start reminiscing![sure sign of aad age approaching!]

Hi Eggy! Two dates here!....and not 1959 unless it was taken after the summer holidays and two thirds of the class had left school! It seems I was mistaken about Nos 9,13,and 17,and apologise for that although I would have staked my aad age pension on 13 being Lorna,and 17 being Lillian... The likenesses are remarkable,my Wife even thought 17 was Lillian Moore,sadly now deceased..R.I.P Lillian. Here is a list of my class in 1959,those that I remember,up to the end of term and the time to leave school at 15 yrs of age...which I did...among others! Billy Brown , Trevor Hale ,Jimmy Scott, Ian Campbell,Eddie Hedley,Micky Lucas,Derek McGregor,Dennis Green,Bobby Cross,Len Thompson,Ted Smout,Billy Allison,Martin Nicholson,Barry [?][nicknamed "Barf"..smashing lad!],Derek Goodall,Lorna Barker,Pat Purcell,Lynne Hayes,Barbara Thornton,Isobel Bowman,Joan Henderson,Lilian Moore,Rosemary Oliver,I think Joan Hogg was in as well,and a red-headed girl called Sheila Miller?. If we could get a pic from the end of that term,showing all these ,now that wud please the hell out of me! Dennis Green went on to be a chief of the Police in Scotland years ago. I often wonder how all the others faired,some I do know,but the majority I don't. I do know Billy Allison went doon a dark wet hole,and craaled aroond in darkness like a Mole!

Heh heh! Canny Lass,can ye imagine Mr Abrahart,at Westridge,[History],subsituting his lecture on Disraeli and and the Peel reform laws[1850...odd!] etc....for HPW'S "Thesis on Mining........"! "Now,class,turn to the chapter on "" Baits and Sh..fl..s ""...",.......mind , a bet he'd hae bother quieting them aal doon!! Reminds me of one single moment in Mr Marley's class,when he was lecturing us in his very stern, authourative manner.....when a lad caaled Billy Broon,who was one of my Hollymount Square friends,had been fidgeting in his seat..... Oot of the blue,Mr Marley raised his voice loud,and shouted...." Brown,will you sit still,you are fidgeting about like a constipated pig..."[quote!] The class fell aboot laughing,but only for a nanosecond!!....Mr Marley yelled..."Quiet"!......and it was like switching off a light!! Nobody,not even the "big boy bullies squad",dare utter a sound!....nobody messed with Mr Marley!....and he was a smashing teacher....loads of Patience,if ye had a problem,like Mr Freeman..irreplaceable fellas!

Aa canna figure oot hoo they arranged the remove classes,cos haaf my mates,[lads and lasses] are in middle remove,when they were in my class from the infants school!! Yet some were brainier than me and I was in the upper remove,was it ti dae wi birth dates or wat? Can anybody tell me please!

Aa canna figure oot hoo they arranged the remove classes,cos haaf my mates,[lads and lasses] are in middle remove,when they were in my class from the infants school!! Yet some were brainier than me and I was in the upper remove,was it ti dae wi birth dates or wat? Can anybody tell me please!

Hi Eggy! I don't go on Facebook or any other place except Flickr,so why not label me as Hpw,and post it wherever,without any names and see who comes up with what...does that make any sense to you...I'm thinking of the other pupils,but some are already named on the Westridge pics above! I've always been wary of Facebook from horror stories from other folks![is that an unjustified way of thinking?!] I really would be chuffed if we cud get all the pupils named for my own sanity!!....racking and racking me dumb brains! Just about 9 oot o' ten of these kids were my friends and next door neighbours at Hollymount Square,Millfield,Beatty Road,"The Parky Gang"..[from owa the park aside the Whitley School],and we went from class to class all the way through school actually sitting next to the same friend,and until recently,I used to be able to recall who sat where right across the class,but since that crash a year and a haaf ago,and noo on drrrruuuuuuggggssss[!],for me pains,a think my memory is being compromised artificially! Thanks a lot for all the gud work ye dae Eggy!! Much appreciated! Yes to Bedlington Village School album![ I didn't know there was one!]

This was taken at the Bedlington Village Infants School which has just recently been demolished,in 1950 Class 2. That's HPW [with the dimples!] top left,then Jim Hardy,[who has full credit for asking the "LEADER" press editor to print it in the free press paper,a few years ago]. Next to Jim,is Jackie Hindmarsh,[3rd top left],then Tom Logan,Martin Nicholson..[think],Joe Hale,Brian Redpath,Tommy Hindmarsh,Tommy Tyler[think!],?,Norman Furness,Brian Richmond..[think],?, Middle row....[L]..Alan Spowart,?,Jimmy Russell,Joan Henderson.[think],Ian Darling,?,Ronnie Leyland,Rita Wheallans,Raymond Barrat,?,Bobby Cross,Joan Bell..[think],?,Davy Kane. Bottom row: Lorna Barker,?,?,Margaret Thackeray,?,Lillian Moore,?,Doreen Dagless,Maureen Dean,Rosemary Oliver,?,Sandra Short. Three holding the Class board:?,Ted Smout, Eddie Simpson. 42 Pupils all well-behaved and under control at all times!...even on Nature Walks right down the black path to the Furnace Bank and back on summer and autumn days![with one teacher!]...and none of us "hyper". Some have never changed in appearance,and are instantly recogniseable! Alan Wilkinson should have been on this pic but wasn't for some reason.

Heh heh!....Spot on Lass! ....after you prompting me,I have a clearer memory of Davy Lees [Head Boy] and this lass,who as you suggest was Head Girl.[they were a year older than those in our class ] She was a bonny lass,but a canna mind her name.[glaaky me thinking she was a teacher,cos she resembles my memory of Mrs Nicholson,who was a lovely teacher],[music]. Davy was so well-liked as Head Boy,a real inspiration to all the pupils,that Mr Epsley made a brass trophy,and chromed it in the metalwork class,cos he showed us in the class how it was done using Acid and other elements [Chromium Dioxide? ....] in a big chroming bath. He engraved it with the title..."The Lees Trophy" and it was awarded to the House which gained the most house points each month. Anybody remember it sitting on the little trophy shelves adjacent to each house shield? [I was in Bamburgh..never got the trophy that I can ever remember...it was always Dunstanburgh or sum other house!] Some of the class have changed going into adulthood,that it's getting ti be a puzzle recognising them again after so long! Would that be Davy Lees sitting next to the Head Girl,but I thought He left for college before I left...?..[I have a different picture of what I thought he looked like in my mind!] George Mitcheson doesn't ring a bell Canny Lass. No 13 .....Bobby Cross....?...hmm,he was in my class from 5 yrs old infants ,Whitley,and Westridge School,and was a bloody good actor!![I worked with his Dad..Bobby Senior.. who was an Overman at Choppington High Pit,a real nice fella,just like young Bobby ].....and I was so sure this was Ted Smout who was also in my class all my school life,so much of a resemblance, but after prompting....again! ..and scrutinising,and also referring to my class pic aged 5 yrs at the infants,with reflection,Ted had very fair hair,and Bobby was dark haired. I have to agree it,s Bob![it's aaful wat aad-age does ti ya brain sumtimes! Eggy,please re-name No 16 as Head Girl,till you have her name. Many thanks for bringing back lots of other memories by seeing me old mates,Len ,Eddie,Micky,and Lorna...[she was also in my class all my school life,and a lovely lass all the way through till I left school.]

Would love to see a 1957-8-9 set of pics of Upper Remove at Westridge,wi me ugly little fyess on!!!

Heh heh! This is the remains of the fi rst,and I repeat ..first...Upper Remove,and I would say it was taken after the 1960 summer GCE exams..[guessing on that bit mind!]. These aren't kids noo,they've grown up a lot since I left the class in 1959 to start the pits.[just as I was all hard muscle from puppy fat after a year of hard labour! Here we go....... [4]Len Thompson [5]Michael Lucas [6] Ian Cambell [7] Eddie Hedley [9] Lorna Barker [13] Ted Smout [16] THINK! Miss Nicholson [teacher] [17] Lillian Moore Racking me brains!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mind,half of the class is missing!....maybe some left to start work or failed exams and weren't present?????????// I also think that some of these pupils were integrated into the class after I left,cos I have written a list of those I can remember and out of 22 pupils, the ones above are all that are in this pic.[7 out of 22!] [15] Could be Trevor Hale,but unless he shot up in height,i'm wondering,cos he was a big broad-shouldered athlete at 15 yrs..the best runner in Northumberland at the time...a young Mo Farrow....nea bugga cud catch him on the track!...but he wasn't really tall....

....Er....afore a switch off,it just came ti me,when ye were aal getting ya baits tigitha,a line o' ye and ya marra's,thi trick was ti either switch ya caplamp off so thi little buggaa's would hang aroond one o' ya marra's leet,or ivrybody tek tha lamp off and put them a wee distance away,ti draw the swarm away from ye,so yi cud eat in peace!! Aam gone this time!! Keep a hauld fo' noo Marra's!

Thanks a lot,Canny Lass,and Eggy also.! Aye Lass,if it hadn't been for coal,and the down-trodden miners and wee boys,AND women,the industrial revolution wouldn't have taken place! The Navy wud still have been in wood ships wi sails and oars!...nae aeroplanes....nae steel....nae trains...... ....nae androids......!!!!!!!!!!! Back on thi subject of baits and fleas,wi say,truthfully,jam n breed,and dripping,but as time went by,and money became a little bit mair in miner's Wives' purses,there became a variety of interesting baits!! After having banana sammidges EVERY single day,[ sometimes 7 days a week wi overtime],for NINE solid years!,a came yem and aked me Mutha ti put apple sammidges in the morn,cos sumhoo a just got sick o' banana !!! Then after six years,and noo on the coalface,[as opposed ti being a transport and girder-lad],a started tekkin' Mars Bar sammidges,wi thi bar thinly sliced up,and only six sammidges,cos yi didn't hae time ti eat fowerteen,when yi were on piecework on the fyess!! One auld fella who was a canny quiet aad sowl,was caaled "Saalt",for a nickname,cos he played hell wi he's Wife for not puttin any salt on he's Corned Beef sammidges! Another fella who was a training instructor at the Yard seam training gallery at Bedlington Aad pit,tuk crisp sammidges ivry single day,and he used ti sit on the ootbye side of me,so aa was tasting bliddy crisps,which a detested!!,cos they made me want ti vomit!! When a got oot the pit and into cabinet-making,a used ti tek lime marmalade sammidges,and on a Friday,when the lads did the chippie run,a used ti cadge just fower or five chips ti put on me Lime marmalade butty.........gorgeous!! Anywheh,back ti thi pit,one young lad at Bates didn't tek any bait at aal,but he used ti sit doon aside yi,and pull a Kelsae Giant onion oot o' he's sack,and start chowing at it like it was an apple!! I kid ye not!! That lad noo lives in Perth,Australia,wi his family,and got in touch wi me after nearly thirty years,through seeing me Bates pit photos on Flickr!! When a was only nineteen,a did me coalface training at Bedlington aad pit,then went back ti Choppington high pit,onto a rough coalface,in the 6-0am shift,as a spare coalcutterman. A worked wi an aad fella caaled "Scrammer" Young,so-called because he came from Scremerston pit after it closed. He was a hard,tough aad chep,thin as a rake,strong as a horse,and a gud aad cutterman,wudda been aboot 60-ish,[but ti me as a young lad,he was a dinosaur!]. The face was teeming in wi roof-waata,the roof was brekking up atween ivry set o' gears,[one 6' plank wi a prop at each end,and a prop in the conveyor belt line..roughly in the middle= a set o' gears.],and a fyess-brek [face-break],occurred as soon as ye were cutting the face,and the roof literally lowered as ye were crawling slowly in front of the cutter machine. Where the seam was aboot 2'-6" ti start with,it was doon ti anywhere between 2-0' and eighteen inches high,and grumbling on aal the time...by thi time thi face was filled off. The coalface was under so much roof pressure as the strata started laying-on,and breaking up,that the face itself used ti "Bowk-off",that is...huge chunks of solid coal the height of the seam,and mebbe six feet lang,and aboot a foot thick,wud suddenly crack audibly and loud,and fly out from the face,scattering aal ower,and hurt when it hit you!! Whey one day,we finished cutting the face,we were soaking and up ti thi eyes of clarts,which was a mixture of fine coal and stone curvings,from the cutter jib,and of course,filthy black waata,which ye were lying in aal day,so we crawled through the whole of the face,150 yards,ti get ti thi Mothergate,which was a hell of a struggle ,in a seam that low!! Haafway down the face we smelt summick really foul.....aye,one of the "Pullers"..["Bumpers" at other pits...],had been caught short,in the middle of the face wi nae choice but ti drop he's gears there where he lay..........and we had just crawled like snakes on wor bellies,stryght thro' it!! The pullers were the team who advanced,or "pulled",or "bumped",the face conveyor over into the new track,ready for the coalfillers to start filling the shot-down coal onto the belt. Anywheh!!,we got ti thi Mothergate,and aa scraped me claas as best as a cud,wi a bit of sharp stone,like a knife,ti get thi clarts and sh.... off me,and start ti get me bait. Noo me hands were aal clarty,still,cos nae wesh-basins,so a held me sammidge by a corner,chowed the rest,and hoyed the corner bit away.[as ivrybody else did......except Scrammer!!] He followed me off the fyess,inti thi high,and started gettin a diddle a cupple o yards away from me,and as he did so,he started ti wesh he's hands under he's John-tom,using he's aan waata ti clean he's hands doon. Then he calmly sat doon amang the waata and clarts,cos naewhere was dry!!,and held he's bait,eating the whole sammidge!! Aa was disgusted at him,and sed "Ya mekkin' game aren't yi,Scrammer?" He sed "Hoo's that Wilma?" "Need a say,ye hacky aad sod..."....in banter-fashion of course! He sed "Wilma,it's YE that's thi hacky sod ,not me,aav got clean hands,me aan waata's a lot cleaner than that wat ye've just craaled through,ya sittin theor like aan aad tramp,wi ya clarty,sh......y hands on ya bait!" A had ti laugh,cos Scrammer was a hell of a character,and we got on really weel,seeing the big age difference! Years later,a used ti see him waakin doon from thi top-end ti gaan ti the Market club,in he's late seventies,from a haaf a mile away!.....stryght as a die,a thick crop of pure silvery white hair,and a peculiar gait....he was fit as a lop! Sumbody on here is boond ti hae knaan Scrammer Young!![John Dawson.....where are ye?!!!] It was a party trick for them that had a kink in thier sense of humour,ti throw thi proverbial "Sh..."into the blades of the auxiliary fans which were hung in the fresh-air stream,and which were used to ventilate solid drivages,which had a dead-end,like those in my pit pics. A sure-fire way ti draw the men oot of thi working....but a bit sick aa used ti think. There was a big young lad at Bates pit,on a fully -mechanised face,who was the laziest bloke in thi pit,[whey....ONE of them ....!],who,when aa was a deputy in charge,would tell me ti ....whey....where ti gaan..!,when a asked him ti help carry timber up ti thi face for he's aan marra's doon thi face,where the roof was badly breaking up,and stopping the conveyor belt.,wi falls of roof stone.[he was aboot 16 stone,and wasn't as strong as he's aan shadow!!] Whey as time went by,aa came off deputy-wark,and HE, went ONTO deputy-wark,then as overman. He was very badly-liked,and had a piggish attitude to everybody,especially the young timber-laddies,who hated him. One day,after several of his flasks of tea had been smashed by someone who had it in for him,over a few weeks, we were sitting getting wor baits,[me marra's and me..],when he came owa ti us and said "lukka this.....mind tha stooping low noo..." He had aal he's sammidges in he's hand,in the loaf-wrapper,and they were aal covered in human muck and had been re-wrapped so he wouldn't suspect owt till he had them on he's knee,ready ti eat his bait. Noo ye might say he deserved it,but me,aa wudda rather had it oot wi him man ti man,aa thowt it absoloutely disgusting for anybody ti interfere wi another man's bait. It was sacrosanct in the aad days,just wouldn't be thowt of,but this was in the mid-1970's,when a new breed of young miners came doon,who hadn't been browt up wi a gud greasing atween thi legs as an initiation ceremony, and they were browt up wi mechanisation on reasonably high coalfaces[3-0feet at least] If these kids had been thrust doon a pit like Choppington,or Whittle,or Longhirst Drift,where it was rough......they wudn't last two minutes! Whey,aam tired,hungry,and need me bait,after aal that coal dust chowkin' me throat!!

Aa can mind me Mutha puttin' Wor Auld Chep's bait up,when a was as young as aboot six![characteristically,because of the abscence of any bait-boxes!] The bait sammidges were wrapped in newspaper,and put in a string-tied "sandshoe-bag",which me Mutha wudda med,oot a bit o' aad cloth. Nae flasks....just a bottle of caad tea,in a Muter's pop bottle. A can see him clearly,wi he's pit mack on,[a broon one],bottle o' tea in one side pocket,bait-bag in the other side pocket.[nea biscuits or crisps for a snack!!] But earlier than that,[mebbe aboot 2 1/2-3 yrs aad,] a can clearly mind him lifting me on top of a big hessian sack of coal,which was draped owa thi cross-bar of his aad pit bike,wi him pushin' it up thi back of Storey's Buildings,and which he had picked of the Low-Pit heap at Choppington.[which a lot of pitmen did in them days,before concessionary coal was agreed upon...not "FREE" as folk always used to grouch about,but in lieu of a reduced wage,and so forming part of a wage in kind...[like a company car].When we got in the hoose,he aalwis had a jam sammidge from he's bait,wad he kept ..."fo' thi bairn.."!] So when aa started at thi pit,[High Pit]aa had me bait-bag as weel! Noo,cloth bait-bags were aal reet........until ye came ootbye,sowkin' wet....up ti thi eyes o' clarts,absoloutely buggaad.....,and when ye went ti get ya bait oot ya "Bait-bag" [ex-army gas-mask satchel!],and a haaf-duzzen fat mice jumped oot in aal directions,it wasn't sae funny! Noo,mice or nae mice,when aa wuz starving,the mice were lucky ti escape!..me bait wud hae aal the corners of the sammidges chewed away,as they dae,like,but aal a did was yank the chewed bits off and hoy it doon for thi poor little hungry mites!,and eat the rest!!! From me starting the pit thi forst day,a tuk six sammidges,["Wonderloaf"!],wi butter and banana ,and a spoon o' sugar sprinkled owa each sammidge. After a few weeks of really hard work,[for a 15yr aad kid stryght oot' o' skyeull!],a was asking me Mutha ti put a cupple extra in. This went on owa a few mair weeks,till a was tekkin' FOWTEEN banana n sugar sammidges,and walloping thim aal doon in thi 20 minutes bait-time we were allowed! Owld-timers used ti say,"Wilma, wheor thi hell are ye gaana put aal them bugga's?!...and a used ti just laugh,and say,"Just waatch!". Some o' them wud hae TWO sammidges,some fower,usually jam n breed,or if it was a Sunday neet or Monday ,they wud hae drippin' sammidges,wi a ton o' salt on!! Noo doon thi pit,tha's nae toilets or fancy wesh-basins,so yi get ya bait wi clarty hands,weshed in a clarty black swalley o' waata,wheor man and horse wudda been gettin a diddle in aal day lang![..and hae yi seen hoo much waata a horse diddles?!!!] After some blokes had tha baits,they wud say,"whey aam away forra sh.....e if Joe Barrat waants ti knaa wheor aam is! They wud usually gaan doon an aad worked-oot roadway...oot thi way of thi men gettin' tha baits,still. But some blokes delighted in gaanin doon thi roadway,on thi ootbye side o' ye,so ye got aal the foul reek.. Other blokes,[usually heavy drinkers],couldn't wait ti craal off the face,which was aboot 2foot 3 inches high,so they wud cock tha hint-end in between thi timbers,and just gaan ti thi toilet there!,sutimes happin it up wi a shuul-ful o' duff.[smaal fine coals]. NOO,when ye were craalin doon the fyess,yi mite unwittingly find the muck by puttin ye hands and thi whole of ya body in it,cos in a low seam ya craalin like a snake.! After a cupple of days,when mrs sh....tflea cums alang,lukkin fo' a nest ti lay two million eggs in,she is as happy as a lark!! When YE put ya hands in a well-fermented nest of writhing swirling maggots,the muck turns ti a liquidy jelly-like sludge...disgusting!! When aal thi little kids turn inti big kids,bingo......ya cap-lamps attract them like glue!!.....and thi little buggaas bite like hell! Will continue,LBJ crying at me legs here pitifully!!

I said it on a previous posting,not being really critical of the D,M,M,,cos it's a great database of information,but they do have a few inaccuracies on thier records! These I know for fact,as some fatalities at Choppington,for instance,were recorded as having happened some years before I started there,when in fact....they happened minutes after I was talking to the fellas concerned! Also dates of seams worked are inaccurate,I don't know how this could possibly happen! It's a real shame about your photos,Eggy,but hopefully they are in safe hands and just filed away by mistake! Some years ago,I took my Bates Pit pics over to Woodhorn,on my Son's advice,[and before we had computers and printers!],for them to copy , for the museum. They gave me a signed receipt,with a promise to return them to me asap. This they did,and within a couple of days I had my original pics back. D.M.M. should have done the same![mebbe we should gaan on picket duty aroond the museum ti hae them reinstated!] Canny Lass,when a coal-face starts to "Lay-on",it means that the roof strata above your head is starting to break up,albeit in chunks the size of a street of terraced houses,sometimes,and all supported by an organised forest of timber planks and pit props .[in the old days!,but hydraulic heavy-duty steel "face chocks" in later years..] The weight on the timber supports used to make them crunch and grind,squeal,loud cracking,and splinter like matchwood,in front of your very eyes! The whole place where your lamp can shine,[approx 60 yards],used to move about like you had a few pints on board! When things got really heavy,and she started talking LOUD!..you were OFF the face in seconds,even if it was only eighteen inches high,and a very difficult crawl off! This lad,who was a putter,[used to take the empty tubs in,and bring the full tubs out..],was warned that the face was "Heavy"...[...i.e..Laying-on],and he continued to go through the "face"...[a bit of bad reporting methinks,cos when longwall faces came in,they had conveyor belts to bring the coal out!] Putters [either "Hand-Putting" or "Pony-Putting"],took tubs into "Bord-and-Pillar" workings,["Arc-walls"],where intersecting roads called "Stentons",or, as at Choppington High Pit......."Throo-shoots"..[pronounced...."Thru-Shuts".....]...,were driven,to ensure ventilation wasn't compromised.[usually every 60 yards] So this Putter was probably travelling along the Thru-shut [not the coal-face!] to tek the full tub oot,from the filler in the backroad..[or the "Tailgate"]...if he was supplying the two fillers with empty tubs.[one filler in each gateway...[roadway]. It would probably only BE "Tub-Height",that is,just a few inches above the height of the tub as it stood on the rails..so he would be walking with his back bent. So when it started laying-on,and roof-falls occurred,he would have had very little room to move,if he was taking a tub along,which would just about block his retreat. When the 3/4 seam at Bates pit decided to start layin-on ,the noise was like loud rattles of thunder,and I mean LOUD!...it was devilish,and when you retreated out of the roadway to a relatively "Safe" place,and shone your caplamp in,you could watch 14feet wide,by 10 feet high,arched heavy-section "H" girders,"dancing" all over,while being crushed by this tremendous pressure from roof and sides,and it was a queer sight, to see a whole length of roadway moving from side to side with smaller bits of stone rattling down everywhere between each of the girders! If a stranger came in,on a visit, and witnessed this,he would be out like a shot...but you get used to all the dangers,in any job,so we used to be all laughing and carrying on,except when it started when you were in the middle of a 200 yards long coalface,and you could literally see the roof lowering by the inch,THAT was a different matter![it was a case of "all hands off deck"...like sinking-ship rats!