HIGH PIT WILMA

I could be miles oot,but the guy second left on pic 1 with the cap and solemn look,is the spitting image,[in my mind!] of one of the managers who came ti Choppington High Pit in the early 60's,called Jimmy....Jimmy....it's on thi tip of me tongue......! He was a lovely bloke,and too nice natured ti be a manager. "Noo, me lads"...[was his greeting when he came inbye on his visits..] Might not be him,but it's freakily like him! Guy on the right side,pic 1 looks also freakily like the Safety Officer at the pit...strange that both blokes remind me of both senior officials,Ned was his first name,canna mind surnames of either. Aal rack me feeble brains aal neet noo...even if aam wrang aboot them both!

James,yes,the small pits were closed by the labour government,in the 1950's-through to the 'sixties,but only because they were scratching around for coal,exhausted of productive coal seams. If you worked in the mines,then you should have been familiar with the.."PLAN FOR COAL",which was drawn up,for the future of the industry. The plan was to create "Superpits",like the Selby project,where many underground mines would feed their coal over miles of conveyor belts,to a central drift conveyor belt,[massive!]which would bring the combined production straight to the surface. I still have my original copies of "The Coal News",which was the coal industry promotional free press to every mine. These plans were laid out in detail,and were going to cost billions of pounds,with the promise to the miners of a very long prosperous future,with wages and conditions which would be the envy of all other industries........ What a laugh! They brought in a bonus scheme which,at one pit,like Ellington,miners were very well paid,because of high coal seams,massive investment in machinery,and excellent working conditions..[by our standards...still bad compared to surface industries!] At Bates pit,in the Three-quarter seam,conditions were atrociously inhuman,seawater coming in everywhere,bad roof breaking up,so we couldn't get the same amount of coal,therefore little or no bonus at all. The canteen ladies worked hard,in hot conditions,[that is,when the canteen wasn't under four feet of sewage water when strong east winds and heavy rain caused flooding all over Blyth!],but they were on the Area bonus,which meant that they usually had more bonus than us men on the coal faces and development works,risking our lives every day. When we finally drove new roadways to open out reserves of over a hundred million tons of clean,low-sulpher,coal,in 1985-6,thatcher ordered the cage ropes to be cut..pit closed...just like THAT! The trouble with a debate like this,is that people who know nothing about mining history,how our ancestors were treated by the greedy coal-owners,[how WE were treated by greedy millionaire politicians],[about WHY unions were formed],try to demonise the miners. [i fell into the same trap a week or two back,spouted off about the council,I was wrong,and apologised for my ignorance,to Malcolm,and Adam,when I should have held my trap shut,until I knew the facts!] It takes a man to stand up and say "sorry"! Scargill was accused of not "having a poll"......was I dreaming that I put my cross on the strike voting paper,at Bates pit? Oh,I forgot.....it was a pit to pit ballot.....someone wanted a National ballot,WHY?,were we a set of dumb nuts?,we already made our feelings clear for strike action,to save our pits,nowt to do wi money. It was a ploy to delay strike action,by all this talk of "illegal ballots". History now,as Maggie says,let's have a democratic debate,where we can discuss it,with no personal derogatory comments to each other,but the fact is,thatcher did more harm than good,destroying hundreds of communities all over our nation. She was cruel to kids,by taking the free milk out of their mouths to save coppers....that was before she became p.m. It's now nearly 1-30am,and I am gonna pile some z's up,now,cos i'm getting wound up just thinking back to the hardship we had in 1984...... ....it's not good for the old ticker!!!...and certainly not worth it!!

The pylon above on the left,gives a bit idea of the time slot when the pic was taken["start of the free woods"]. They were being built from the late fifties,through to the 'sixties.[a bit of useless information...!]

Mind,they who re-furbished it,and painted the mural,made a luvly job of it!

Heh heh!....the bandstand! When I was aboot five years aad,[in 1066...!],naa, in 1949-ish,the picnic field was a luvly grazing meadow,with a herd of coos wi greet corly-horns.........!! It wasn't a picnic field then. We [ my little mate,and our two older Sisters,]used ti gaan doon ti thi river ti play,and fish for "Tommies"[smaal catfish]. We used ti catch them wi wor hands ,put them in a jar,then let them away before we came back up Bedltn bank,ti Hollymoont Square,where we lived. A can mind when thi Cooncil started ti build the Bandstand,cos it was a steel girder framework,for a while,and an excellent climbing frame,which was indestructible! Then the frame was re-enforced wi concrete and stone,and an even better climbing frame! We had some extremely hot summer days in that field,on picnic days,and there used to be over 100,000 visitors to Bedlington,many of who used ti mek thi trek doon ti hear thi speeches and just enjoy a picnic in the most beautiful setting in Bedlington! Aaaa...happy days!

Was the tunnel entrance,[down by the river],next to the hospital,and if so,what was the purpose of it?. My friend and I were talking about this very subject today while out with my little darling............[Jess..my Labrador-cross rescue dog....!]

It was said in documents I have read,that the field ran with blood every time it was ploughed over,for years after the massacre. Like Maggie said,[as with every war],such a sad waste of life.

George Todd started as a young lad at Bedlington Co-op,working with my [eventual ] Brother-in-law,in the mid-1950's. One day my Mother thought she would try her shopping at the Oval shops,[in the mid-1950's],on the advice of other women who shopped there,to try and save a penny or two. I remember her coming home crying her heart out,and me being really sad at seeing my usually happy Mother in a distressed state. She had lost her purse with all her shopping money in it,before getting to the shops.....it contained £5 ! [my Father only brought in about £10 a week pay to keep all six of us in the family-including my parents!]. I raced down to the shops at the Oval,from Hollymount square,on my trusty steed,[my home-made bike made from bits cadged,and other bits from Bar'nt'n tip!]. Mother's purse was handed in to one of the shops and I brought it home intact,and got loads of big hugs and motherly sloppy kisses!! Dr's Ivory,and Robertson,originally came from Scotland Gate,[Dr Hickey's surgery],after Dr Hickey moved back to Ireland to retire. When Dr Robertson passed away,a young Dr John Brown took up the post. I have held him responsible ,since I was a 17 year-old heavy transport lad down Choppington high pit in 1961,for the continual pain and restricted movement of my neck,after I twisted it while down the pit one day. I went to the surgery,at the Oval,saw him for the first time,and even though my head was on my shoulder,and my neck was swollen like a water melon,at the side,the pain shooting like lights to my brain,and me nearly passing out,he pulled my head up and down,side to side,roughly,sent me to hospital,for x-rays,and after a couple of weeks,signed me off and said I was fit for work.....FIT FOR WORK!! ...he didn't even know what work was! I was carrying heavy girders on my shoulder for long distances underground,over rough hewn stoney wet ground,slipping and sliding,making my neck pain so much I used to be sick,but just had to carry on,cos,in those days....Doc was boss!! Dr's Ivory,Robertson,and Hickey,were our old family doctors,like our old school teachers,who watched all your family grow up,and knew all of the community. They would never have sent me back to work in so bad a condition,cos they knew what it was like underground,....they were often down there themselves,to treat injured men,or to certify a fatality. If anyone can remember Dr Robertson,would they agree that he would have been an excellent stand-in on the movie set,for Clark Gable?...!! He was the spitting image,complete with tash!

Ha ha!...nice one Vic,you are probably reet an aal. !!!!!!!! Ah! ...but with thi power of thi internet.......a cud still torture you both,if a was ti e-mail ye a few tracks of me playing a mean Hank Marvin noo!! Clean oot ya recycling bin ready for the onslaught!! Cudn't dae that wi Rediffusion,unless Daniel Gooch was the engineer!!

Hi Bedlingtonian! Welcome to the family! The bandsman looks very much like one of the Wearmouth Family,who were all Salvation Army members and bandsmen,from Bedlington. Jimmy Wearmouth was one of the Family who worked at Bedlington A pit,long before I was transferred there from Choppington High Pit,in 1965. His Brothers also worked at the pit,but I cannot remember their names now. What I DO remember was how canny Jimmy was,and very well liked by all the lads,Religeous,but didn't try to convert anyone. One day,at the shaft bottom area,down the mine,Jimmy dropped a very heavy steel lifting jack,onto his own foot,accidentally,of course! He lifted his foot and cradled it in his hands,as you would do!,and remained tight-lipped.....uttering a faint grimace........... ......if it had been Me or any other miner in the pit,they would have become bi-lingual for a few minutes!!![AND put on a gud dancing show at the same time!]...French being the chosen second language....as it were in those days,and confined to be used ONLY underground....sacrosanct! Nowadays,I hear schoolgirls [very young]and their boyfriends,pass my front garden,in the middle of the day,talking.."like pitmen".....as it were...in those days! Times change!

In the old days,miner's had to move around the country,to seek work. In 1970,I was allocated a colliery house,which had stood empty for a year or two,and was nothing more than a hovel with a roof![not really the point!] My old next door Neighbour saw me and my young Wife,coming into the yard to view the house,and thought it was a young laddie,with his younger sister!! [...well she would,wouldn't she,I was 26 years old,and She was getting to around 70-ish!..] Well,as time went by,and we got to become really good friends,her old Husband,Ned,told me that he moved over here from Whitehaven,in Cumbria,to seek work in the pits here,and was started at Bomarsund pit.[Whitehaven pit must have been on short time working,or something like that..].before the war. During the depression years,lots of workers,not only miners,would have to move around,desperately seeking work,and it must have been an utter nightmare for their families. Over the years,from being a pit transport lad,in the 1960's,to an official,and back to an experienced composite [development]-worker,in the late 1980's,I worked with a lot of men from all over the country,and also a few Polish men..[really good workers!]

Hi Maggie,[early night tonight-for a change for me!!] In the early 1950's,my little friend's Dad,[who lived opposite my family,inHollymount Square],decided to up it and go........to Australia! NOO,seeing the furthest most pit folk got was Whitley Bay,or even Seahooses,on a day trip,Australia wasn't ganna be aal singin' songs from the war times........! My friend was only about 5-or 6 years old,with a younger Brother,and his Dad planned on driving across the continents,wherever it was possible,through the desert,across jungle country,you name it,it was going to be a massive adventure for them all. Davy Armstrong was my little friend's name,not sure if his Dad was Davy.......maybe so,maybe not,all I do know is that they DID do it,and with coverage by the Evening Chronicle,it will all be in their archives! One of my old neighbours kept in touch with them for all the years gone by,but I can't remember who they were now. Maybe Vic's Wife can remember. A little bit more recently,I had comments posted on my Bates Pit photo's on Flickr,[the photo-sharing community],by an old pit marra,who re-trained from pitwork,to refridgeration,and air conditioning engineering,and he was posting from Perth,in Western Australia! I haven't seen him since 1986,when Bates closed,and he has been in Perth,for over 15 years,so it was a pleasant surprise to get into contact again,through the power of Flickr! He sent me pics of how the other half live,over there![swimming pool in back yard,big lovely speed-boat,huge 4-wheel drive station wagon,water ski-ing,deep-sea fishing etc etc......! To quote one of his funny comments word for word,[please excuse terminology!]...."Not bad for a raggy-arsed pitman...eh....Bill?..!" On here we have Vic and Dot,who went to Canada,in the 1960's........

Hi Vic,Hank Marvin and Bruce Welch..[ lead and rhythm guitarists] both lived at the toon,Hank lived in Stanhope Street,and I forget the street that Bruce lived...[ashamedly,seeing as I am a Mr Know-all when it comes to the Shadows..!!] I met the Shads a few times at the City Hall,with my family,[Newcastle],and once I told Hank,that He was my hero and mentor,and that I knew more about the Shadows,than the Shadows knew about themselves!!....he just laughed,really good-natured,as they all were. Can yor lass remember hearing me playing the guitar in my bedroom,every neet,when I was only 15 years on....it wasn't like Hank exactly,in them days, cos a couldn't afford the same gear Hank had,but a hev noo,only me fingers winna gaan like a want them ti,wi pit-nackered hands!! Ivry body in Hollymoont Square used ti be taakin ti me Mutha,when she went up the street shopping,aboot hearing me guitar gannin,mind,it musta been torture in the beginning! In them days,ivry body loved the Shadows,that's hoo every record they released,went straight up the charts. They WERE happy days,for me anywheh!

Hi Maggie! Thanks for your reassuring and supportive comments! Much appreciated!

Hi Malcolm,many thanks for your understanding,sometimes we all get things wrong,and you are right,sometimes we go by what we hear,and that reminds me of an old saying that I was taught when I started the pits as a laddie..."Believe nowt what ye read,and ownly haaf,what ye hear".Heh heh! For a few minutes,while spouting off,I fell into the trap which lots of miners at all the pits I worked at fell into..... Monday mornings came....."Watcheor Wilma,whaat happened at the union meeting on Saturday morning.........?" "Did ye not gaan like?" "Ner,aa was doon at the ducket aal day..."[pidgeons] "Whey,divvent ask me what happened if ye canna be bothered ti gaan ti thi meetin' yasel.."! A wud wind them a bit,and,of course,a WUD taak aboot the agenda,cos they were my marra's,but you see my point. Anywheh..!,when a gaan on other forums ,like motorbikes, or guitars,you always get young,[sometimes older!] folks getting abusive,cos someone disagrees with thier opinions,and that's the one thing I like about this forum,everybody is the same!.......mind, a divvent knaa whaat the big words mean Malcolm!....."prelatoriumat"! [or summik like that!!!] Aye,Dr Trotter did a lot for Bedlington folks,especially bringing proper sanitation into the village,as it was then,when diseases were rampant. He must have been very well thought of,for the hard-up folks to raise the amount for his everlasting memorial. I'm not in a position to be organising a fund for a miner's memorial,due to being a full-time [24hours] carer for my disabled Wife,but I would certainly donate to the fund. You kind folks might have noticed,that,apart from this one,usually ALL my comments are posted,usually around midnight,up to 2-0 am,sometimes a bit earlier,if I have my laptop on while cooking dinner for us both,and that is because my commitments and chores are just about done,including walking my little darlin' Jess,usually around midnight also,so by the time I actually sit down to relax,I fall asleep at the keyboard!!![see my last post to Adam above!!] I got round to thinking about thatcher,when she sequestrated millions of pounds from the N.U.M,now that money was never returned,and was money which we miners had contributed to the union,and which we had already paid tax on.[1984 strike] She even stopped the child family allowance,to Wives of striking miners,literally took the bread out of our childrens mouths. What our children had to do with the strike still defeats me after all these years. The best thing the N.U.M could do,[if they haven't already tried...i.e.],would be to take legal action,to have that money returned,and ,while I am no longer a member of the N.U.M,I would support them all the way,and would suggest it could be put into charitable funds somehow,such as regenerative funds,for every Union branch area.[where degeneration took place as a result of the pit closures.][or whatever charity was more deserving!] Now,while I supported Arthur Scargill right to the end,in our fight to keep our pits open,[and failed..],I didn't know at the time that the N.U.M at national level,agreed to pay for his house in London,in an exclusive area,[from what I have read!!!!!],for as long as he wishes to reside there. He is no longer N.U.M president,but still has this perk!,and only recently the union took the matter to court to have the agreement sqashed,but I don't know the outcome of the case. Arthur's council tax for one week,would pay for a fitting memorial to all the miners,past and present. Dinner done,time to wesh me dishes,tek little Jess oot,and a might get back for a bit mair natter afore ZZZ-time!

Hi Malcolm! Many thanks for clearing those points up,and as I have always said in my posts.."Ignorance is bliss"!! Full apologies from me,if I have gotten it wrong,and I fully agree with you about the N.U.M.,but I am thinking now that the defunct National Coal Board or it's equivalent,could possibly have made a massive contribution,seeing as a lot of fatalities were due to lack of safety measures and procedures. Now,this point I know,from experience,to be fact! If you check out the list of fatalities,on the Durham Mining Museum site,and also Court cases at the old Bailey,in the late 1800s-on,you will invariably find the causes of death as "Accidental",or "misadventure",and the statements always say that the miner was doing something illegal,like working without timber in,etc....never the Coal-owner's fault!! Sorry if I got your back up,Malcolm,think I better stick to my best topic..[mining],and keep oot o' politics!! Adam,my comments apply to you also,marra,full apologies for getting it wrong this time!! Keep Ahauld,Marra's!

A was doon at Cambois beach on Friday gone,and a bumped into a couple of strangers,who stopped ti pet me little darling Jess,[me black Labrador/Collie/cross...rescue dog..]. Me Wife chatted ti his Wife,while me and Him cracked on wi smaal-taak....as yi dae.... During the conversation,he asked me where we belonged,and when a said Bedlington,his eyes lit up,and he said,"aah,I used to teach at a school in Bedlington,many years ago" Nice gentle bloke,lovely natured Wife,so a asked him what school it was. "Westridge County Secondary",was his nostalgic-sounding reply!! "What is your name,if you don't mind my cheek..",I asked him............. "Mr Stafford,Bill Stafford,and I taught French,starting the school in 1958...."[he replied] We discussed all the other teachers,some of who sadly passed on,[Danny Douglas,Frank Johnson..Science teacher....] He even described correctly three other friends of mine,Martin Nicholson..[deceased very young..R.I.P.Martin..],Derek McGregor,and Micky Lucas,[sargeant Lucas's Son..old cop shop at the top-end],and said he had thought my face was familiar,when I first spoke to him.! Of course,I'm a baldy old four-eyed git noo,but he still saw me as a kid,as ye dae.......! He is 80 years old this week,and still looks amazingly younger! If ya in theor Bill,[C.B.Radio-speak!],Happy Birthday mate! A said to him how,when we were kids,the teachers were ancient,and as time has caught up with us,here we are,the same age.......whey,nearly!...HE is 80,and I am 70 in July,we're Both four-eyed old gits noo! He laughed heartily at my joke,and said he feels MORE ancient than ever noo! That means when I was 14 years old,in 1958,HE was 24 years old,just a skittering young ched,wi a snotty nose!..... ...but he would seem like an old-timer to us kids! I posted somewhere else,about Mr Johnson,being a radio officer in the R.A.F during the 2nd world war,as I always thought he was. Bill Stafford told me that Mr Johnson was a radio officer in the Royal Navy,on the mine-sweepers. At this point,I would just like to apologise for my mis-information,[a terminological inexactitude...],and pay my respects to all our forces,especially those who gave their lives to save us from the hands of Hitler. Unknown to us kids at Westridge,only 11 years after the war ended,Mr Johnson had risked his life many times over, in Mine-laden waters,clearing a safe passage for our ships to pass through. .......IF ONLY WE HAD KNOWN!..[i for one,would,at 14 years of age,had the common-sense to thank him!...seeing as we both stayed in the science Laboratory,working on old valve-driven radios,dismantling,salvaging,repairing,building new projects with salvaged old parts,until 10-0pm,most nights,and on first-name terms,after school hours! He was a real wizard with radio,[or "Wireless"...as we called it in those days!]. I was "Bill" at nights,and A..........n[surname-as usual!]....during school class hours. Bill Stafford said he used to have a pint three nights a week,with Mr Johnson,and Danny Douglas,at the Cherry tree pub,in guide-post/Stakeford,and also remarked that Mr Johnson lived for anything to do with radio projects...he must have had the same buzz that I had,only I was learning,and he was showing me the ropes! He was a proper old radio guy,and he would stand at the workbench,cigarette in his hand,choking the life out of me,[unintentionally of course,as he pondered which part of a circuit diagram we would tackle next...!],and would be snipping resistors,condensors,coils,transformers,etc,and soldering in replacements....all the time explaining in detail,patiently,how each component did their work in the circuit. I used to wish my own Father had the patience of my teacher,and just to take an interest in anything I was doing,but he couldn't care less,that's how he was! So,with self-teaching,and the great amount of help from me mentor,Mr Johnson,I gained a vast knowledge,[for an amatuer!],of all things electrical! Digressing again...Wilma...!!

Has anybody got any Westridge class photo's from 1956-1959,[including Upper Remove]? The Evening Chronicle posted one of Mr Epsley,[Metalwork teacher],wi Trevor Hale,[school champion athlete,and fastest runner in the county,at the time], A think Eddie Hedley,and Ian Cambell,[champion cricketer],were also on the pic,which was promoting the school,and showed these folks,huddled under the bonnet of an old "project" car,[summik like an aad 1948 morris 8 or similar,which had been donated,for the lads to learn how to do motor engineering.] The article was full of P.R. bumf,and that car never moved up to the day that aa left school,and nae bugga did owt wi it,that aa remember!! But a would still love ti see the pic for aad times sake,if ownly ti see Mr Epsley,cos he was a really gud teacher,and aav used the skills which he taught us,hundreds of times over,during my lifetime ,and also passed a lot on ti me two Sons..!

Hi Lone Ranger,been a while since you asked this one,which I replied at the time,but forgot to add that a didn't ask ti gaan ti thi High Pit,a was SENT! When a left sckyuul,in 1959,a did me training at Seaton Burn pit,and they gave aal the trainees two choices of pit that they would want ti gaan ti. Aa asked ti gaan ti thi Aad pit at Bedlington,[thi A pit],for me first choice,cos me older brother worked there,and the Doctor pit was me second choice. When me training was finished,a got a letter from the Coal Board,saying a had ti start at thi Choppington B pit...............and me Faather went daft wi me,as if it was my fault!! "Ye'll get bliddy killed at yon pit,it's aal rough and ready....it waas when a worrked theor....."[from 1929-till aboot 1944..when aa was born..] "Aal bliddy put a stop ti it,ya not gaan theor......" But he cooled doon,and syed," Whey,ye med ya bliddy bed hard,ye'll hae ti lie in thi bugga....a nivvor waanted yi ti gaan doon thi pit ti start wi....!!" Mind,he was reet an' aal!! It WAAS aal rough and ready....! Anywheh,Westridge schyuul just tuk on aal the senior pupils owa 12 years aad,and gave them aal the chance ti study for the G.C.E. exams..... ["General Certicate of Education"],which,if yi didn't gaan ti thi Grammar Schyuul,yi wadn't o' had thi chance ti dae,ti further ya education. Yi didn't gaan ti that schyuul cos yi were brainy,o' owt like that,it was just that us Bedlington bugga's were a bit clivverer than them other bugga's from other places.................................!! [tongue-in -cheek.....like....!] Gud job a DID gaan ti thi High Pit,Ranger,cos a waadn't o' gettn' ti knaa ye,noo,wud aa?!..[ye canna remember me,but we got on great,both at High PIT, AND at Bates pit,and a can still picture ye on thi 1-in 2 drift from the back drift,up ti 8's district,wi ya little spirit level hanging on the string,and ya tape measure,setting the arched gorda legs ti thi correct gradient.....skills that the layman wadn't knaa owt aboot,Ranger!!]

Adam,when you look at what the council spent on painting the Rostrum,in the Picnic field,and refurbishing it,[and it's lovely!!],you would have thought a memorial to the Miners,[upon which all of our towns were built],would have been no problem at all! Look at the giant rail sculpture down the Furnace bank,the Queen Mary couldn't pull that one down,so the yobbo's don't stand a chance! Look at the keep-fit equipment along Cambois beach,and the 18,000 quid shelter,that has to have glass replaced every other month..... It's almost as if the Council were ashamed of their heritage,not proud of it,as we all should be. Let's see if a letter to the free press Editor ,["The Leader"],can shame a councillor into helping out! Thanks for your kind comment also,Adam. I'm starting to pile Z's over the keys here,Adam, Gudneet marra!

Ranger,democracy rules,and we all have our opinions,and you are right to voice yours. Myself,[having known you very well all my pit working life],I tend to have the opposite view,and,like our war heroes,I think all of our marra's who lost theirlives for the benefit of the nation,as a whole,should,like Vic says,have a National Memorial day,in rememberance of those who died. I was only 15 years old,and working up on the screens,temporarily,[my job was working in the timber yard as a laddie],when a smashing old fella,called Jimmy,who was the "Oiler",went on his rounds,oiling,and greasing all the moving machinery,[tipplers,conveyors,creepers,shakers,etc],which were all driven by one big electric motor,and which drove a steel shaft,about 20 feet long,with loads of pulley wheels along it's length. Each pulley drove a separate piece of machinery,via a flat "webbing"drive-belt. Imagine it,around the rear of the screen belts,there were these flat drive belts flapping up and down and rotating at speed,all over the place. Ranger,you should remember this!! Well,old Jimmy went in this day,and after not coming into the cabin for his bait,one of the lads,[who John will/might have known],went in search ,and found him trapped in the moving drive belt and pulleys. Poor Jimmy died that day,and it was a helluva shock to be told the news,especially knowing that we were picking stones off the belts,and Jimmy was trapped unknown to us. 15 years old,and i had to tell my Mother and Father,why I had come home early. My Father went mad at me,telling me how he knew that the High Pit was all "rough and ready,and men were killed or injured every other week",when he worked there as a laddie.[ he worked at Linton pit by this time] Now that was even before I went down the pit...I soon got my eyes opened when I did go down...it WAS all rough and ready. Should we forget fella's like old Jimmy?,[who always gave me the impression,that he would be a great Granda,going off his nature and appearance!] I certainly haven't,and never will.

Well said, Adam! When I left the pits,and re-trained in furniture-making,I made very good friends wherever I worked. One lad,[lives in Germany,now,born at Middleton,in Wooler],still tries to wind me up,after nearly 25 years of friendship,by calling the miners "cowards"and says we only went down the mines to escape fighting Hitler,in the armed forces.! His Father was in the R.A.F.,AFTER the war......and,while I have the utmost respect and appreciation,for ALL our forces,I always reply to him that ,if it hadn't been for coalminers,[women and very young children,included],the Industrial Revolution wouldn't have happened,and his father wouldn't have been in the AIR force,he would still have probably been going to sea in wooden sailing ships with bows and arrows!! Not a fair comment really,but only said in good-natured banter,with a slight ring of truth!! Now,Miners are Miners,the world over,with Wives,and families,and my heart goes out,still,today,when I hear about Russian,Chinese,or wherever,miners being killed or injured in big explosions,as has happened a few days ago,with news coverage which was secondary to Rolf Harris,or One Direction smoking a joint,in a private car,minding his own business...... By comparison,I don't think a boy band smoking a joint is anywhere near as serious as 500 miners being killed underground....the Media reporting in this country should be well-shaken up,as it was supposed to have been after the "News of the World" scandal......but it hasn't been! Rant over.........sorry,but Vic and Adam set me away,like a red rag to a bull!!!!!!

Hi Vic, I'm trying hard not to get wound up here! When we talk of kids as young as six years,[no mistakes!...six years old!],and Women,some pregnant,dragging sledges on on their hands and knees,laden with coal,working up to eighteen hour shifts,underground,in the mines,to keep the so-called "gentry" [coal-owners],in a life of luxury,with servants...and massive houses.....etc........i'm starting to boil up.........!! Those people were slave-masters,in ........."great britain",at a time when slavery in other lands was being criticised by democratic countries. My Grandfather was 11 years old,my Father was 14 years old [in 1929],when he started down Choppington High Pit,and I was 15 years old when I started working at the High Pit. Point is,not much progress made from 1929,to 1959.....was there?...[raising the age limit by one year,over a 30 year period!] Mind,when I started telling my Father what I was doing,each day,and which district I was working in,and with whom.....he told me stories about the same men,and the same places,....etc.....not much had changed at the pit from him working there! It was STILL a Tetty-pit!

WAHEY!,Vic,ye aad bugga!,ye just gave me a blast from thi past,AND a buzz! My first big project,was a "transformer-board",whaat we caal a power supply nooadays. It had two huge mains tranny's [ wi 300-0-300 v ac for HT valve anode supply],with multi-voltage outputs on flying leads,taken oot of pre-war wireless sets,humped from Barn't'n tip,reet owa aal the fields ti yor lass's place!,and ye knaa hoo far that was,aa was buggaa'd by thi time a got yem,but was it worth it!! On me board,a wired them up,and switched aal the ootputs so a cud get loads more variation of voltage,and current draw,for experimenting. It was a huge thing to be humping,but a tuk it on me bike ti school,ti show Mr Johnson,me science teacher,and electronics mentor[after school hours]. A used to feed 300 volts into the secondary [ootput],of a speaker tranny,and tek that ootput [a few thoosand volts ht] ti two carbon rods taken oot of ever-ready torch batteries..,and mounted on brackets almost touching,to set up a green arc. A used ti see hoo far apart the arc would draw oot,usually over an inch,and fizzing like hell. A knaa noo,it was cruel,but a used to put big black massive slugs oot thi garden,in between the electrodes,aal skip thi rest,for decency-sakes,but it was aal in the name of discovery and education....... The buzz ye gave me is,that wor oldest Son,who lives in London,[he is a record sound engineer and producer],has a 19 set,in his own recording studio! It sure as hell is noisy,when the motor- generator is running,but he has a de-noiser device,which looks at thi waveform and cleans it up a bit. He has used it on records only this last few months,but not for listening to!!!! [canna give too many secrets away...!] He got it from an old C.B-er,in Wooler,when he was 14 years old,and noo he is 46 years old next week! Wait till a tell him about you,Vic,19 set user's are hard to come by for info about them!!![his is the mark 2A ..if a remember correctly.] Sorry folks for all this off-topic chat,but it's hugely important to me,and interesting to Vic...a hope! Dissimar metals Vic? ..[diode..?]...Gillette blade?gud idea,but first time i have heard of that one,although I have heard of other types of improvisation.

Hi Maggie,that one beats me! I will do a bit of research and see what I can find out. John.....!,Alan....!where are ye's,ye bugga's,we need help here!! Billy the barbers,in Bedlington,[when aa was a bairn],had a marra,[or it might have been his Brother],called Olwen,and He was noted for being thi local historian,unless my memory fails me this time..... Noo,my barber,Harry,at the Top-end,aside Forrester's,helps oot at John,and Alan's barber shop. SO?!....HE served he's time wi Allsop's barber's doon thi street,so He might have a bit of knaa-hoo,aboot this Fountain Hall....through general conversation wi customers over time.