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Aye, i remember that old house which was knocked down.
As nippers, we used to play among the ruins of it.
The old brick/concrete copper used to make a grand hiding place when needed.
A small boy could just fit inside it nicely - pull the top cover over the circular entrance and all was well.

I know most of the names which you mention. Well, the sons anyway and a few of the men.

It could be that 'private' mine was actually the many small coal diggings on what was/is known as 'The Delves'.
Eventually its grassy surface resembled the cratered surface of the Moon.
There was literally dozens of small/medium sized holes dug all over it, a few even having brick lined arched roofs and entrances and they were still prominent in the 1940s and 50s.

Azzabuv.

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