I came across this photo of my Grandpa Bill (far left) the other day, and I'm always amazed at what a wonderful photo this is. A snapshot in time, when my grandpa worked the mines and he was smiling and healthy. I like that.
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Hard work here. I love the older photos too, thanks for sharing this.
Darla, very hard. I think back in the day, if the mine didn't kill you then the Black Lung did.
I have a similar one of my Great-uncle. :) Sure was a dirty job.
Lisa, I bet it was hard getting cleaned up.
I remember running down our dirt road to meet him coming coming from the mines. There were no safety regulations All the minershad were picks shovels and a carbide lamp. Thank you for reminding me how lucky I am.
Love you Dani. Take care.
Mom
Mom, love you, I'll try and call over the weekend. :)
My grandpa was a miner too! Hard work, that was!
Tracey, I don't think it would ever be a job that I would want. I'm way too claustrophobic!
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