Extracts from my writing
‘Is there going to be trouble at the pit, then?’
‘Yes, I think there will be. The men are not very happy with their pay and the working conditions. Look around you, love, there are loads of families who are struggling to make ends meet. If it wasn’t for you doing such a good job, things could be different with us, too. There could be serious problems soon.’
‘Well, Jack, you are a hard worker and your overtime helps; and you don’t drink your hard earned money away like some of them.’
That’s as maybe; but in spite of that there’ll be trouble; mark my words.’
I expect there are some who won’t want trouble, Jack, you know that. I bet the Langley’s and the Protheroe’s will fight against you.’
‘Ai, that’s right fach,’ he replied, using the diminutive form of little that he often did, in a loving way, when talking with Morfydd. ‘There are always those who will take what others have struggled to get them; but they’ll never go out for any cause. God, they’d rather be slaves for the rest of their life than fight for what is their right.’
‘Well, I hope that Trenshaw sees sense and doesn’t force you out, Jack,’ exclaimed Morfydd.
‘Well, we’ll have to wait and see; but he’s a stubborn sod, is Trenshaw.’
‘It will be hard, Jack,’ Morfydd pointed out, ‘I don’t know how we’ll manage to feed this family. As it is now we live from pay to pay.’.................................................
Coal was the fuel that made engines run and economies prosper. This black product that made fortunes for some, and brought disability and death to others was king. The stuff that the mine-owners had their minions mine from those dark, ominous, underground chambers gave them wealth. It lined their pockets, padded their bank accounts and was used to build their grand mansions. And, as a rule, they couldn’t care a damn for those who toiled, got injured, disfigured and got killed for the job of hacking away at the coal face and hauling their prize to the surface. They cared about themselves and their families in life; and in death they asked for forgiveness.
From the book:
Great Unrest - available on Kindle