MINER'S STORY by Granny Annie
My first day in the mines at age 14,I was overwhelmed with enthusiasm. Mom stood with me outside our cottage that year. She knew the withdrawal I would feel leaving my comfortable life for the mines. She was sad as she handed me my lunch pail and watched me skip away with glee. She knew I would never return again with the same joy.
It was exciting to embrace my first paying job. It filled me with pride to represent my family of miners. Grandfather, father, uncles, brothers all worked in the mines. I had heard their stories and was sure I knew what to expect.
The mine owners should have faced prosecution for the danger they put us in. Pollution , rock slides, equipment failures and other dangers overcame everyone. Fourteen year old lads were handed the most distasteful duties. They would only advance to easier positions and higher pay at age sixteen, though there were never really any easy positions.
I knew that first day that the end of the world had come.