We went down to the coal sidings at Mount Pleasant to scrounge a bag of coal.
All the women in the town cooked their Christmas cakes in the bakery.
Every time I see that wheel going around I think about the last time my father came up.
I don't remember any details so I think she must have done the killing while I was sleeping.
A year later and he would have received £40,000 for his work. That grieved him quite a bit.
It was a huge telly with a nine or 10 inch screen and valves everywhere.
Everyone wore boots; Shoes for men were considered effeminate.
It wasn't just the man of the house who would have to take the coal in.
Your father should take his jam sandwiches down Big Pit.
There were a lot of people - especially Irish - coming in to work the mechanical diggers.
