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ZA WAURDO.... OVER HEAVEN!

My Dad was a miner for 33 years, and my grandfather before him for 40 years. My Dad lost 2 very close friends to accidents in the mines over his time, I knew them both well growing up and still see the children. When you grow up in a mining community you always remain close to others and understand the real meaning of the words Friends and Togetherness. I visited this page today, just browsing and reminiscing, brought back great memories of my Dad and the mining families I grew up with. Having read many of the great comments I wanted to add my thanks to all those fine men that worked the mines in often atrocious conditions to provide us (People of a certain age) with power and heat, at a time when we didn't have video games and computers as kids, and were content with a 20 TV, a transistor radio or a simple board game to play with family. As a 14 year old I was taken down the mine on a visit by my Dad where the true horror of the working conditions still lives with me today. The Yard seams that they used to crawl along with barely 18 between floor and roof, the man-rider belts that you felt like you where brushing the ceiling with your nose as you laid down on your back, the safety holes where the men scurried into if rockfalls or runaway carriages came down the road, these were also where the men sat and ate their lunch each day. But the one overriding memory I have of that day was on the exit from the Yard seam was an old piece of conveyor bely hung up covering the entrance. On it was written Lord, when these men arrive at your gates, please let them in, for they have already spent their time in HELL...………….GOD BLESS ALL MINERS THE WORLD OVER, MAY THE LORD WATCH OVER YOU!!!