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RMMee
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Shipley Colliery
replied on: 4/20/2005 5:44:54 PM In which case, were miner and pony really known as "Tom and Jerry" back in 1937, or is that a more recent naming of the duo? |
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Azzabuv
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replied on: 4/21/2005 12:24:55 AM The horse could easily have been named that, Robert, named by the Ostler when it first arrived underground. They all had individual names - David, Black Bob and Russian Sam Etc. They were all valiant heroes in their own way, each with there own little idiosyncrasies, some laughable, some not quite so. I once saw one, a white one, named David. He was a real awkward so and so to work with properly. One day he tripped, smashing his head against some broken boards, damaging his left eye considerably. Over the next few days, the talk was that he was on a week's trial to see if his sight returned in that eye. That horse heard us discussing his glue manufacturing end if his sight didn't improve. From that day on, he was an angel to work with. No wagons pulled off the rails, even in the worst sections. Before, he loved to create havoc at any and all possibilities. The final day, the Ostler and an inspector came to check him in his confined working conditions....a long, low tunnel leading to the coal face. The verdict was passed and i saw a youth cry for the first time in my life - his personal Ganger. David walked slowly out of that tunnel early, with the Ostler, head bowed, back to the stables. He KNEW the end was nigh. We never saw him again. Animals really do have souls. Those Ponies were the BEST of the BEST. Azzabuv. |
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frano
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Shipley Colliery
replied on: 4/21/2005 5:23:30 PM Update on Tom & Jerry. A certificate has turned up confirming the horses name. Exhibited by the Shipley Collieries Ltd, but it was actually 1939. More to follow. frano. |
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Azzabuv
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replied on: 11/4/2005 11:54:36 AM Ah saw a mouse sat on some muck On open ground he chanced his luck Hi lucked en owd 'un whiskas white En didn't budge from ray of light. Hi rubbed his noo'as en lucked at me En spoke es human, yes! Did he "Dun't be freetened," he sed. "Am nowt burr a mouse, en mi name is Fred." Ah lucked around en up en darn gate, Maybe a trick from sum werkmate. No trace or sign or running tread. Just me and lamp - en pit mouse Fred. On back legs stood, he neatly bowed, Sez Fred: "Owd cock, am gerrin owd, Mi legs ev gone! Am skin en boo'an En that last fall es wrecked mi hoo'am. "Av watched me kids feight over bread, Lost em all, enough sed Lived in man-oils, coal and rock, Always flittin, mi owd cock. Followed yore in search o' grub, Lost hafe me tail thru a runaway tub. Laft at yore when yer've tried to tees Mi frum mi oil wi a lump a chee'as. Av' dodged them stoo'ans, thrown bi yore, Clammed fer snap wi mates galore. Lost mi missus - poor owd lass! Just pegged art - too much gas. Mi eye sight's gone en am none too sharp. Es fer pinchin snap, av just lost art. Nah fer mi matin', av lost me zest - May as well admit it: am just a pest! "Du me a faver - it's not a sin - Tek me up pit in thy snap tin. Am redy for goo'in, mi time is near, Dun let me dee en bi buried darn heeah." Ar picked im up gently but i new hi were dead, So ar tuk im in pit, mi pit mouse Fred. Ar placed im in't garden, mid rose bush ser nete, En r rote on his grave stoo'an: "Hi never saw dayleete." Thanks to '(Benny) W.P. Wilkinson'. Via 'Update'. Azzabuv. |
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Azzabuv
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replied on: 11/6/2005 12:55:48 PM Sat in the roadway, two miles from the shaft This group of Miners just talked and laughed Each of them listening to another mate's tale Patiently waiting for the paddy mail. Our shift is over, aren't we glad Said one old chap as off he took the other kneepad Chuckling as a young lad made another crack Forgetting that terrible aching back. Six days we work in this dirty hole Sometimes i think i'm just like a mole Maybe i am but don't tell a soul For this is better than being on the dole. This skin off mine is wet through with sweat Yet this is something i don't regret For i have earned a full week's pay That will keep the bailiffs at bay. Here it comes, that paddy mail What would i give for a pint of ale? Back to the pit bottom without a stop Then up to that lovely sunshine on top. Up to the sunshine in that big metal cage Pleased to have earned another weeks wage Turning to his mate and saying; come on owd flower Let's hurry up and get a shower. Thanks to Arthur Fox, via 'Update'. Azzabuv. The combined weight of wood, rock and iron, was the clock-off call for 'The Man'. One was a bore, two was a laugh, but three it had to be - for Johnto. R.I.P. JOHNTO - 06/11/1969. Azzabuv. 
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Azzabuv
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Shipley Colliery
replied on: 11/7/2005 12:12:43 PM I am the son of a miner A miner's son was he I came from a generation, none finer Alas, it will end with me. Most young men in the village Leaving school had to beg for a place May-be cleaning up spillage Before graduating to the coal face. Perhaps a job on the face cutting coal Anything better than being on the dole Some had to work at the bottom of the shaft One thing for sure, it was all hard graft. Shovelling coal in a seam barely three feet high Eight hours on end with-out seeing the sky Seven yards of coal, no time to slack Forget that terrible aching back. Snap-time, not an hour, just a quarter Four slices of bread and a drink of water Not much chance of getting fat On a measly diet such as that. Out of the mine in single file Greeting the sun-shine with a smile Working in dirt was no disgrace Still you dashed to a bath to scrub your face. A wonderful thing was that Friday pay Starting at two shillings and three pence a day Eleven shillings and three pence for a working week Less ten pence stoppages, what a cheek. Working in the mine we were some-times afraid Some-thing you shared with a good comrade On a thread your future hung A broken limb, or a damaged lung. No need for miners any more No need to kneel on knees so sore They can get coal from the top With a bull-dozer working in an out-crop. Now that the miners have almost gone Our memories still will linger on A moment of regret we try to hide Whilst retaining a bit of our Miner's Pride. Thanks to Arthur Fox, via 'Update'. Azzabuv. |
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RMMee
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Shipley Colliery
replied on: 11/12/2005 8:45:45 AM No more poetry please - it can go into General Chat if you like. |
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Azzabuv
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replied on: 11/12/2005 2:21:08 PM Sorry. But i always thought Mining Poems were related to the past history of Mining. You can find them on most mining pages! They are as much a part of Mining, as were the ponies and Etc. How they become relegated to the 'chat area', i just don't understand. Azzabuv. |
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RMMee
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replied on: 11/12/2005 2:48:19 PM It's quite simple really. You've posted the poems under Shipley, but: 1. Not one of the poems mentions Shipley. 2. You have not informed us of any link between any of the poems and Shipley. Therefore, they don't belong in the Shipley section! The main website has a poem on the Shipley page, but that poem is specifically about the mines at Shipley. |
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Azzabuv
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Shipley Colliery
replied on: 11/12/2005 2:58:23 PM Shipley IS a Past Mining Area and these Poems are general to any mining area, specifically as they don't mention any mining area in particular. They ARE a part of any Mining area's Past. Azzabuv. |
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