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.
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
Hard work here. I love the older photos too, thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteDarla, very hard. I think back in the day, if the mine didn't kill you then the Black Lung did.
ReplyDeleteI have a similar one of my Great-uncle. :) Sure was a dirty job.
ReplyDeleteLisa, I bet it was hard getting cleaned up.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteLove you Dani. Take care.
Mom
Mom, love you, I'll try and call over the weekend. :)
ReplyDeleteMy grandpa was a miner too! Hard work, that was!
ReplyDeleteTracey, I don't think it would ever be a job that I would want. I'm way too claustrophobic!
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