Saturday, 26 November 2011
What's a Boomer? Who's a Boomer?The definition of a "boomer" is generally anyone born between the post WW2 era and on into the 1950's and mid 60's.This was a time of an extreme surge of new borns to families, and created as a result the Boom of every single sector of the western world as it related to Needs of everyday life and it began the expansion of the infrastructure required to fulfill those needs, like never before.
Becoming one of those Boomer families was something perhaps we should reflect upon, just to make sure it was ....for real!
As the hordes of children born in these early years of the Boomer generation swelled, so to did the Hospitals, Schools, towns, cities, transportation,shopping malls,and everything in around and connected to the social structure of the masses.
So many families expanded so quickly, that it was not uncommon to be part of a "herd" totaling on average, 7-10 kids and in many cases up in the mid to high teens in family numbers. Living in and being part of a "BoomerGeneration" family carried with it many good points, and indeed, was known to be quite trying at times. Growing up with and among these fellow families and gangs in and about the neighbourhoods of our local mining and steel communities was without doubt, a most unique challenge, not without many obstacles in and outside of the family home.
With so many kids under one roof, or within one classroom, or attending one special event, perhaps a Sportnite for example,was as well a lesson in learning some of the most important facts of everyday life, like Patience perhaps, or sharing as another. No matter where you went, when you went, what you went for, you could be sure a Line-up was going to be before you in every situation, you had the challenge of day by day competition for all the events of Boomer life. Fighting inline for space was a constant.
So many of those circumstances we now take for granted were anything but, yet we can now peer back and reflect with a snicker or a grin in retospect of, LIFE AS WE KNEW IT, That's right, LIFE AS WE KNEW IT, because as we learned in some difficult ways, more often than not, that Life's lessons were not always played out with the fairness of a guidebook or referee. No siree, there was no time for selfishness, nor crass, nor procrastination. Well, first,for fear of that contant threat of a Back hander, or belt across the arse, that's why!
Yes, life as a Boomer is said to have been a much simpler path to follow as compared to todays Connected generations, allbeit, more disciplined, and indeed more family oriented, I am sure you would agree. Most certainly, there were less distractions available as compared to today's rapid pace of technology.However, even with less clutter in our lives to have prevailed through , the total congestion of that Company house hustle and bustle, and to emerge, in warm morning moments, to de-freeze from overnite frostings, and keep the sense of humor that ultmately kept the mind alive and ready for the onslaught of madness that would attack it , was akin to any war game that our current genx ers play today in their cyberspace world.
Keeping those same thoughts fresh about your senses of what coming of age as a Boomer really meant, we can pose a number of statements to assist with that thawing of the grey-matter of the cranium, and if for only a short circuit moment or two, we will peer into and back through the time machine of Yore.You really, really, really know you're a BOOMER....When.................................
You recall the Pit Whistle, blaring evey day at noon, then at 12:15 you were having lunch when the Ding, ding ding ding, ding dong ding dong of 1270 CJCB news with Robbie Robertson and the sports with Don MacIssac,probobly introduced by Freeman Roach, or Ann Terry.
You really know you're a Boomer, When.you remember where you wre the first time you saw that multi-colored Ice cream truck stopped in front of your house on a saturday afternoon, and the very first soft servr swirled ice cream cost 5 cents and 10 cents for a large.....nickel more for nuts or chocolate....mmmmmmm
You really know you're a Boomer, Whenyou can remeber stepping into the Sanitary dairy, on Senators corner, on your way to Common school hockey practice at 6 am and getting one of those huge red or yellow apples for 5 cents. You made it to town on the first bus of the morning, which always carried the day shift miners to 26 and 20 collieries.
You really know you're a Boomer, Whenyou saw the nite Elvis first appeared on the Ed sullivan show, and the network would not allow him to be shown below the waist, or another moment when time stopped to unleash the premiere appearance of 4 mop topped lads from liverpool who by the way were the one and only beatles...and the onslaught of the Rock and Roll era that has yet to subside....Rock and roll will never die!
You really know you're a Boomer, Whenremember the Nuclear first alert sirens that were erected on the site of all schools in canada including here at home, in reponse to the heat up of the Cold war and the Cubam missle crisis.
You really know you're a Boomer, When you recall the pentup excitement you felt all winter long waiting for the Annual Sport nite at the Miners Forum, when Johnny Cash actually played live at that same Iconic Venue,perhaps you had supper at Riga's spegetti shop before the concert, or had a Hot Pork at the rendezvous after the Friday nite Dance aalso at the Forum.Maybe you had Lefty "rack em up at the rat-Hole" Saturday afternoon, punched card at the casino with Nick onany Schoolday afternoon, or cashed in a 5 in a line at Greasy Mikes on a stopin for a hamburger at the Counter.
You have great memories of the dances at the Miners Forum, St.Annes Parish Center, Holy Cross, Caledonia, and the stag lines at all of them. The productions of Jesus christ superstar, Godspell, and seeing Reveen the Hypnotist at the Savoy.Ya saw lots of concerts at the old sydney forum,BTO, April Wine, Lighthouse, Bob Seger, Stampeders, mohagany rush, Peppertree, and many more. Ya drug yer way into the band-shell for live concerts in the park, you attended and followed hockey teams like the EPA flyers, The Colts, Miners and you were a rabid fan on friday nite or sunday afternoon for many of the classic matchups....(Qt.of chateau-gai) optional!
You recall when there were more than a dozen Broomball teams in glace bay alone, at least 12 little league teams , two divisions, Softball was ..Every where, and the Whip was the newest way to Pitch a ball. Ya probobly went to the Big top circus over at the south street field, the Bill Lynch Circus every summer vacation at Phalen field, (By ritual).
Manual training was kool at central, butts, McNutt, tinman,as was Domestic Sciencefor the ladies. Ya skated just about anywhere, anytime, at the sight of a dropped puck, on Ponds, reservoirs, ballfields, brooks...wher-ever/and ya'd stay till er toes, fingers, nose and ears were froze so hard ya had to hold steady over the fireplace fer an hour to thaw out.
You really knew you're a Boomer when you could recite the first and last name of every bootlegger , where they dwelt and dealt , where they kept their stash, what their specialty was, and they knew you and yer fadders name, and they knew what you were up to by what you were buyin( ya usually didn't buy a pint of gin fer yerself) perhaps a lady friend ? The first actual drive thru in the entire area was a Bootlegger! Ya also knew all the cops by name and they all knew you too, you knew who were the good Guys and who were the Brutes, who would give you a break and who would run yer ass to jail in jig time. You knew , who Not to push for fear of yer life, and if and when ya did end up in jail fer the nite, ya knew whwn to be QUIET, dependin on who was in the adjoining cells or who was the desk seargent!! Are you initials etched into the concrete walls of the old cells in the basement of the Town hall?
You knew you wre a Boomer when ya landed at school one september and there were not enough Classrooms or deskd to hold ya'll. So they added trailers to fit everyone in. Then if ya recall, it was School in Shifts. And if you didn't like that , well there was always, The casino, rat-Hole, the Army, or Shelburne!!
When ya spent most of yer time in and around town , not schoolin , ya may have gone to teddy's, mikes, Pikes, hamoods,jays, rendezvous,venice, georges, tartan lunch, Woolworths,grill, and so many other fine eating and gambling establishments. My fav was upstairs at the venice for a Large Combo-Extra Mushrooms, and coke.
You recall that your earliest forms of transportations other than shoeleather were Hitch-hiking, and in the winter, Hookin Bumpers.(ma! i lost one of my Gloves today) not sure where or how!
You could get into the matinee at the savoy or russell with BoxTops from Red-Rose tea, you were a regular at the friday nite shows at the russell and never missed a midniter, The Chip wagon was always prked next door in that little nook...still around to this day!
You knew you wre a Boomer when ya knew exactly where ya heard the news of the JFK assasination, ya most likely watched while in school,in amazement when the men land on the moon in 1969 . Ya recall the 1972 Super series between Canada and russia and that Henderson Goal!!!!
Ya spiffied up a few times over the years to make yer First Communion, Confirmation, even tho it pained you greatly to say ...Bless me fadder...fer I have sinned. Ya looked good at least the first day of each school year and on (Gradin Day).Yep ya washed up pretty good when ya had to.
Occasionaly, you frequented the lunch counter at Woolworths, performed the 5 Finger discount at the old met, peoples store and the five and dime....those family size chocolate bars caused more than a few tooth-aches i'd say.There were actually pay phones and phone booths all over the place, even tho the page you needed was never in the book, if there wasa book! The main Clinic was upstairs above the IGA and ya better plan on makin a day of it if you were in need of a doctor . The only thing Dentists knew how to do was pull and tear yer gums apart.
When you were home yer fav toys were, johnny 7, rifleman guns, slinky, etch-a - sketch, lincoln logs, walkin dolls, talkin dolls, hoola hoops, skip ropes, cowboy hats, an hockey sticks.A hrd drive was a shot comin at ya from oneof the bigger guys playin hockey or tryin to get to town hitchin after a winter storm.One snowplow covered the whole town and most times it was days before yer street was cleared.If ya had a TV it had rabbit ears as tuners, ya had to bang on the side or top of the damn thing to stop the lines from movin and skippin, and most likely a Tube would burn out about 10 minutes before the hockey playoff ws to start, so ya headed to the store with a bunch of possible burn outs in yer pocket, to test them and hope that the store had the one ya needed..(phew). Elsewise, you were then bangin on someones door , pleading with them to ask you in to watch the game at their house.(Can I come in to watch the 3rd Period???PLEASE??) And you recall the saturday games did not begin here till almost at the end of the first period.HUNH??
You recall that you had a routine perhaps of playin the Bingo machines at whatever store you were nearest to in the Hood, and on weekends and manual training day you made it to Town to test yer skills at the many and various Hot Spots, for young gamblers. Ya played the Punch-boards, they were in every corner store and pool hall, 5 cents a punch, some 10, even a quarter....what a rip off! But ya kept buyin them!
Boomers will also remember those funny white and pink lumps of (sugar) we were given to take by theHealth nurse in school, still not sure what it was....LSD, or what?, but we all got them and those TB Dot dot dot shots. Test positive for them and ya may end up in Point Edward Sanitorium!! OH OH?
When we were young Orphanages were part of the norm, you often wonder first, where did they all come from and second where did they all go??From our Sunday School classes we would go to the Little Flower to visit with the kids and share an afternoon of games and fun with them, but we were prevented from having any followup contact or to makefriends with them...too sad! Anotherprt of that era makes you relive the constant threat by your folks to send you to ""REFORM SCHOOL in SHELBURNE" if you did not tow the line and do as you were told and stay out of ""TROUBLE". Many headed down to the South Shore to get back on the straight and narrow!
Around the same time that all of these life changing events were occuring, on TV one night in 1964 , 4 mopped topped lads from liverpool made their North american debut on the Ed sullivan show.John, Paul, george, and Ringo, better known as the Beatles began the change in music that continues to this day....what a "REVOLUTION"? the music scene from that point onward would shape the world of mine, yours and that of billions for decades to come.
As you became more aware of your options in the 60's -70's, so much emerged within and throughout the societal structures and the changes in thinking and doing. The psychadelic movement, that feel good inside world of trancandental meditation, the Maharishi yoga, inner peace , and all out groovin to the beat of a different drum. Being a boomer took on a whole new mess of options when you headed out in a world of exploration. The emergence of that green leafy substance known as pot,mary jane, hootch, grass, hooters, its more powerful derivitive commonnly referred to as Hash-Hish, comedy duo by the name of Cheech and Chong, halucinatory drugs like THC, mescaline, MDA (the love drug), Acid, PCP, and if you were really really stupid , which i must admit I was not, Speed!! SPEED KILLS-MAN!!! and it does and it did!
With all these (playthings) to ingest, inhale and snort, the companion to keep the rythym going became the MUSIC of Life and the heart and Soul of our movement was captured deep into a period of teenage Angst, from the late 50's as we moved away from Elvis and the Bobby sox patrol to and thru the beatnick days and on into the British Invasion of the 60's , combining with the new found charges of the now popular anti war movement in North America, and so we had bands and artists such as: Bob Dylan, Pete Seger, Joan baez, Joe Cocker,moody blues, deep purple, the who, led zeplin, the stones, yes, zz top, CCR, 3 dog nite,chicago, and on and on and on. As you piled up your repertoire of 45's, 8 tracks, cassettes, LP's and reel to reel, the music just kept on comin....April wine, Bto, Guess who, Jimmy hendrix, the doors, somuch and so great was this element of harmony that it still moves you to the beat of life to this very day.
From the movement of music we were framed by another medium which had an enormous impact on our lives , that of the world of TV.....wow! you knew you were part of the Boomer generation when you recall : the man from uncle,lassie,rin tin tin,rifleman, rat patrol,dragnet, car 54 where are you,lucy, mr ed.,munsters, looney tunes, dick tracy, ed sullivan, red skelton, danny kaye, smothers bros, laugh in, zorro, don messer,bob hope, red fox,sing along jubilee,hop-a long cassidy,and so many more, they filled the one channel B&W TV with the rabbit ears that needed a little bang on the side every so often to stay focussed and in tune. From test pattern to the friendly giant to captain kangaroo, and howdy doody and the gang, the boomer years packed in so many of those earlier series that we still watch in reruns and on youtube to this day. Ah it was the fodder , all of it for morning discussions while awaiting the bus to school or at recess times or perhaps over a plate of chips and gravy at the rendezvous , later in the day when you Hooked away for the afternoon.
The boomer years had so much of that carefree, sometimes simple and easy pleasin way about it, sure and often there wasn't much you could choose , what was there however was an element of connectivity, and lasting endurance, and for the most part that was the norm as we experienced it. if you could go back to any point in time to consider just one change to any piece of the "Experience", most likely, as the majority of Boomers agree, you would not change a thing.It is what it is, it has evolved as it has, and you made it through to the other side( thats where you are now) jest sayin! Now you have the habit and it's a good habit, of reminicing, replaying, reliving and relaying so much of that part of Time over and over and this time , it's Ok to tell the kids, the grand kids and others about the way things were and compare them to whats now current and hip. Look at what we have done , with the tools that are currently part of our lives we have taken the past and made it the present. At every oportunity we are exposing and expressing our memories and relating what and who we are because it means something, it is US, telling our Story. We don't want what we have endured , the roads that we travelled and the challenges that we faced to go unseenor to become lost. Sure , our memories fade, our recollection of all the facts get scattered, and often times we are mashed and meshed in fog banks where clarity is not imediate, we challenge ourselves to Remember because it is Good exercise for our minds!
We seek everyday to stay focussed, to be able to strongly maintain clear images of our past because it is important to our present and of our future, whatever that future may be? We are Boomers with stories to tell about each and every chapter of the wonderful lives that we have lived. We want to express those images in full living colour ( even though for the most part it was B & W, except for an acid trip or two)and show them now in HD and plasma, and provide the full spectrum of all of our trips, wherever they took us!!
We as boomers are wishing to erupt forward with honesty and candor about our place in time, the roads we took, the streams we challenged and the dreams we shared. We seek to reflect back and without fear or predjudice, to amuse ourselves and each other with all of those life's stories-revisited!
We are boomers now, some on Cruise, some on cruises, most near retirement, and for some, with others in the drivers seat, we watch the events of our wonderful decades that past on DVD, TV, Internet, youtube, facebook and so many other media. It is so Fantastic,to be able to view and review your life in this manner! To have an oportunity like this that allows us to rewind and review the best years of our lives, with the aforementioned tools and technology, and have in our hands the ability to facilitate the transmission of those lifes moments, to be able to replay them, relive them, reconnect to the players who shared them and take it all back to the original playgrounds...is phenomenal in itself! Yes?
Yes, Boomers, we are able to re-witness the transformations within our own Time Machines. certainly, none of us can see the future, but, we can go back, rewind and restate what our Visions and Dreams once were, how they looked from the beginning. With these new tools at our command and at the touch of a finger, we get to share all the energies and the magic that transcended over the decades. There have been so many Times, Events, Inventions, occurances, happenings, movements, and indeed gazillions of great moments of which We ! The boomers were and still are party to. You will concur that no generation of people have bore witness to so much, nor shared in so many Historical and life changing happenings....From all the smaller personal items recalled such as Staglines, Road hockey, delivery men, corner stores, snack bars and poolhalls, to the much larger and serious data like Church fires, major storms, assasinations, men on the moon and Archie Bunker, as well as Devastating Mining tradgedies and the total loss of the ways of Life like Coal mining and Fishing and steel, we were there!!! We inhaled it, we ate it, we slept with it , we woke with it, we married it and we are it!!
Talk about being there when it happened, doin the deed, and Wearin the T Shirt; Our generation, The Boomers, of which i write hold the title to more events of Historical relevance, more commemorative data able to now fill tara bytes of hard Drives, more Music, enough to keep 10 generations pulsating and more sound bites and video clips to make Reality television to stand aside and have Oprah rename her network to the B.G.N. , The Boomers Generation Network. The Premier episode would undoubtedly be titled""LIFE AS WE KNEW IT..THE BOOMER YEARS".
So : lets not ever forget, nor lose sight of , Where we've come from? Who we are? What we Saw? How we Got here? Don't be shy about telling your story. YOU are an Integral piece of an ever connecting puzzle, that unless you are willing to share your wisdom with others, chronicling the journey, only the truest pixel of clarity, of this Movie saga, called, "Life as we knew it", will be hazy. Clear away any sense of fog, wipe away any steam on the car windows, and set sail for the land of Boomers lost!
It is time for Boomers from "The Generation" to to keep movin thru....we are on a roll and we must make our way to the Next double bill at The Russell Theater, I hear theres a good dance at the Parish Center Friday nite, House of Exodus playin, we'll stop by Johnny Allens, grab a quart of Chat, score a dime bag of weed on the Fence....head to the Hots.....Its gonna be a Hoot man...got any papers?Turn up the Stereo man...Thats Rare Earth.....Get Ready....cuz here I come....AH Shit Man....Is that the COPS man...?Guzzle that Wine.....Swallow that pot.....We're gonna be Screwed Man........
This Generation .....being a Boomer and all....ya never know whats next...do ya????
A DAY DOWN UNDER, IN THE LIFE OF A COAL MINER....
Growing up in the shadows of Coal Mining Shafts(Boomer Generation-circa1950's 60's) a kid not unlike myself, from the Bridgeport Rows, could count on an Education of Unique, and Explicit local languages, as well as the ways of Life, as only one group of Special "Earthly Connected Tradesmen, known as heartily as ,Coal Miners, could transcend them!
As a boy, bantering about the neighbourhood, I remember quite vividly, the never-ending stories, swapped usually at local chat sessions , not scheduled, but regular, perhaps on a front step, in any backyard, a horse barn, a barbershop, corner store, ball field, around a car on chuck blocks, or just about any other "gathering spot" in the Hood.
There was most definetely , a host of commonalities, when it came to the "terminology" used to describe daily incidents, such as the practices used, the tools handled, the skill sets neccessary, since the intertwined stories of the daily underground workings being discussed, had its own "Vocabulary". Unique to the industry of which they were so much an integral part as they toiled deep down within the damp and dusty trappings of the collieries , was the special language commonly used and understood by the Mining fraternity, widely understood as...Pit Talk!and all over the Coal Fields of home, as I, during my school days, practiced the ABC's and Gizzintas, in class, I always paced time, yearning for more "facetime" with this wide array of amazing , courageous, life -educated, Pit-wise, and articulating story tellers, the men of my Hood, my own Wall of Coal miners.
In the deeps of the Collieries,
At first, this language, which was second nature to them, seemed to be kind of Foreign in a way. Yet , as interesting as the stories would be, those "working words" would become so much more clear and understood as the dust and dirt of the repetition settled in and a visualization of the stories emerged from the darkness of the mines.
As they bantered among themselves, if you watched closely at their grimaces, their gestures, studied hard, their body language, listened with keen senses, paid close attention to the mannerisms, and were not afraid of getting a splash of blood on you, lots of muck in yer eyes, and a foul cuss word in every sentence, Ok then, now you were about to enter that special world. However, to allow for you and I to more fully appreciate, and visualize the reality of "life down under", to truely gain a full respect for, what wuz what? who wuz who?and what were we going to be handlin here, we shall chance to do what they do and take their journey, to that far down under world, the dark and dingy, black and dusty depth of the earth, more commonly known as .....The DEEPS!!!!!
We begin our journey into the daily routine followed many years ago by each and every miner, as we arrive at the WASH HOUSE, with a towel tightly wrapped and stuck deep into our ARSE POCKET, we are met with a billow of steam, chirping of birds, and the odor of dampness and mist, the result of the most recent crew of miners who have come to the SURFACE, just minutes ago and are now in the SHOWERS.
Walking thru the rows of deep green benches, we finally reach the location where we find our own personal HOOK, which is strung high in the rafters of the ceiling of the wash-house. Once released from the rack, down come the hangars carrying our PIT-CLOTHES, which we'll now change into in preparation for our shift. Once we get out of our street clothes, the work gear is laid out, one piece at a time as we don each part to our full paraphanalia.
Into,the,LONG-JOHNS,PITSOKS<PITSHIRT<OVERALLS<PIT,JACKET<PIT BOOTS<WEB BELT< PIT CAP and in reverse, we restring the CIVIES onto the HOOK and rehoist it back into the air where it will be kept till end of shift. With out LUNCHCANS in hand we head over towards the LAMPHOUSE, have a last smoke before we head out. Inside the Lamphouse, we exchange our CHECK NUMBER for a Lamp from the LAMPKEEPER, he will hang the Checknumber on the BOARD, showing that we have checked in and are headin down under. It will remain there till we return.
Now as we make our way to the BANK-HEAD, where we await the arising , CAGE,also known as the RAKE, coming up the SHAFT,from the PIT BOTTOM,we can hear the cranking winding clanking of the BULLWHEEL with the extended steelcable, grinding its way to the top. With a loud and thunderoud clunk, a strong skruink and squeel and the CAGE has reached the SURFACE. The huge heavy steel meshed door lifts open and we are met by a crew of BLACK FACED, Tired, and hungry men, only the white of their teeth smiling at us as they whisk quickly out of the Rake and make their way to the Hot and steamy showers at the WASH-HOUSE. A few brief exchanges of laughter, idle chatter, and a general acknowledgement of each others role reversals and then with the Cage refilled with our gang, it is we, who are now on our way to the land where no sun shines, we're headin for the PITBOTTOM>
Once the signal is given to the HOISTMAN, it is he who controls the ups and downs of the CAGE, and so with a sudden clank and a shiver, the CAGE, begins its journey as it descends quite briskly to some 1000 feet below the surface. As the air begins to feel thicker and moister& heavier, we soon reach the PIT BOTTOM and the Big Cage Elevator comes to a rather sudden and rollicking halt. This new world , the world of which only Mining men can appreciate has now been entered, so if you dare continue, the next leg of our trek rolls diagonally out, way out , under the millions of tons of pressurized rock and coal, out under the Cold DEEPS of the Atlantic ocean.
Once we check in over at the OVERMANS Shack, we get our assignments and with our BUDDIES, we all as an entire crew head out for the journey to the WALL .Up the SLANT and over the LEVEL, we climb into the empty Rake and this time signal to the DIESEL MAN, to head out .It’s a fair ride out to the Wall which we are currently working on,which again will take us much further out under the Ocean and to the actual production area and where we will MINE the Coal for the night. Now we arrive at the INBYE, we organize our specific tasks , as each job has its own title, responsibilities, and routines, and all must work in harmony with the other to assure a safe and proper workplace. This is the place where Coal gets mined and we are gonna be a part of getting that Black gold from amidst its solid placement buried deep in these chasms and later, on its way to the surface and beyond.
From the directions of the OVERMAN, UNDERGROUND MANAGER, to the SHOT FIRER, and DRILLER, To the BRUSHERS, and BARE FACEMINERS, this is where the ACTION is! This is the Scene of the GRIME! The DRILLERS will bore holes deep into the rock formations ,in preparation for the SHOTFIRERS to load the POWDER and CAPS and ready the area for a CHARGE. Once all the SHOTS are filled, the GAS LEVELS checked and double checked, and if clear, he will give the SIGNAL, clear the area and let ‘er go, he'll detonate the charge and BLAST the Coal from the Face of the Wall.
The BLAST leaves a VOID called the GOB, which must now be SECURED, CHUCKED, And cleaned up. BRUSHERS, are assigned to keep the ROOF, Sides, and Floor, of all the passages in Good repair and (he) , must be highly skilled at his job, and be an experienced Miner. BOOMs and CHUCKS are used to secure the Roof to prevent any CREEPS or FALLS, and to ensure to the best of their ability that we all stay safe and secure while we now begin to extract the coal that we have unearthed from its centuries old toombs.
Once the coal face has been fully blasted, the LOADERS begin the process of loading the Coal into Boxes, which are connected by the CHAIN-RUNNERS and once filled are moved on a small scale rails out to the LEVEL where they will begin the journey up and out of the Mine to the Surface . Tonite, in our location, we don't have the Electric Diesel available to us to headman the coal trip out but we do have a lot of HORSE POWER, to enable our Plenty filled Coal Boxes to be moved, never the less. Yes, we have our own Team of fabled "PIT PONIES" assigned to us with a DRIVER as the source of strength to get our Coal out and headed up. At one time, not now however, the drivers of the Pit Ponies was a job for the younger boys in the mines, however, we don't make use of Child-Labor here so an older more mature and closer to retirement age Miner gets the chore. As they lead the trip out towards the Level, The TRAPPER, again many years back would be just a boy, is stationed at the underground doorways, and he will hear us coming and with speed and accuracy open and close the passageways, which must be kept well regulated , because this whole process allows for the proper movement of air into and out of the mine working areas, and constant circulation is critical to the movement. These passages are normally kept closed, except for the movements of the TRIPS, on their way out the LEVEL and to PIT BOTTOM where they then make way to the SURFACE by way of the Shaft.
The SHAFTMAN will work continuously hauling filled BOXES, 2 at a time into the cage and up the Shaft to the Surface. With the Power of the BULLWHEEL , the huge winch and cable hoist mechanism, he will bring the loaded boxes up and send them out to the BANK HEAD where they will be weighed and dumped and the tonnage assigned by way of the check numbers that have been etched on the sides with CHALK from down below from whence they came. The Check-Weighman will record this info and insure the crews who mined the coal are credited with the tonnage. The boxes are then Switched over and sent back to the cage area where they will be dropped back down and refilled by us miners.
With our SHIFT now at the mid-way point or better, all the STONE DUSTING is packed and ready for the next SHOT, this will be a good time to grab some well-earned rest, so let’s grab our CANS, find a dry spot where we can sit, and lets replenish our bellies for we surely have earned it, been a busy shift so far. With the whole Crew now seated and the real PIT TALK begins, first thing we hear more commonly at this point is....."WHAT's In YER CAN BYE?" For most of us, until we unlock the snap or loosen the belt that holds the CAN tightly closed, to "Keep out any unwanted guests", we are as surprised as most, cuz the wife usually packs it and until now it all remains a mystery. "Got anyting Good in ‘er Tonoit Bye?" As you unravel the Waxpaper, the first aromas of what’s in your can then become fully apparent....and at this point, being in the world’s most famous restaurant would not compare to the delicacies that are found beneath the well wrapped goodness, sandwiches, anything ranging from Sardines, to Bully beef, Ham and Cheese, to peanut butter and jam, left overs of all types tastes and flavors. For the next 20 minutes or so, you're in the land of milk lunch, cold smelt, bakin powder biscuits, molasses cookies, and all of this and so much more, tasted and traded with yer buddies and then washed down, most likely, with a with warm sweetened tea, almost always kept luke-warm , housed inside a Green quart bottle which perhaps a few weeks ago was first filled with 99 cent wine but now stands in for a Home-made thermos Bottle. In any case, this smooth liquid now becomes the Nectar of the Gods as you wash down that so enjoyable lunch, as well as the built up coal dust that just happens to have added to your inner cheeks over the last few hours, All together, this has been lunch and,we are filled up, bellies satisfied, and somewhat invigorated, we must now get ready for Mining once again.....Oh ! Don't forget to make sure you leave something in the Can,first one up at home gets the treat!!
Now that we are fairly well rested, best we are going to be at this point ,and snacked up , bellies no longer rumbling like the pit we share the deeps with, we'll continue with the chores at hand, that is Mining Coal! So on to the BORING, BLASTING< CUTTING,BRUSHING, CHUCKING,LOADING, and all out Production of Coal in TONS at a time and filling up BOX after BOX, sending them again , out to the LEVEL, and to the SHAFT that will haul them up to the SURFACE to be Weighed, Dumped at the BANK-HEAD and returned to filled once more. The process of Mining Coal has Now given us a keen sense of just what it takes to be a MINER, to do this type of work and to ensure that we get through the process in this,very DANGEROUS ,DARK-and DIRTY environment so far under ground and known as the DEEPS.
Its gettin close to quittin time, our shift at the face is all but complete for this night, so with all the care and control of our relative positions, we ensure that all the GEAR we have used during the SHIFT is placed where the next GANG will have equitable access to it, tidy up whatever junk and debris may still be about the area and say so long to the FACE. We head out back thru the levels up the DEEPS and out to the RAKE, where we'll catch a ride on the man-cars to take us out to the PITBOTTOM and await the next LIFT to the SURFACE. Time to share a few jokes with the Boys, a few stories about the wife and kids and what’s up on the weekend , what’s on the honey do list? It's gettin close to October, time to think about bankin the house, gathering wood for the winter and stuff like that. Anyone goin to Iggies Saturday noit fer a few ales Bye? Echoes a voice from the crowd! If the wife will let cha , retorts another! As the chatter grows the cage opens and in we pile till the cage is full and away we head back to the Surface to the Bankhead and over to the Lamp-house, where we exchange, once again, in reverse, the lantern, for the Check Number and then quickly over to the Wash-House fer a Shower.
Tired, Dirty, Black as soot, and with a hungry belly, perhaps chewin on something ya grabbed from the pickins from inside yer CAN, ya head into the Steamin hot Full pressure blast of the Shower.....AAHHHHHH!!!!Just let that full throttled almost too hot to handle spray totally and for this moment, rinse away not only the first few layers of Coal dust and dirt but the entire last 8 hours of physical pain and soreness entrenched all the way from the top of yer head to the tips of yer toes......Jezzzus KROIST ...that feels good! in some sort of a" Walter Mitty" moment, you are lost to the moment with your mind wandering anywhere but the Deeps, and then....SMACK!! someone takes a wet towel and snaps in at yer bare skin , it stings like 100 bees all at once and the reality of the moment quickly returns...."WASH ME BACK JOE?? " WILL YA? Not out of the ordinary, this is common place and ..Tit for tat, you wash my back and I'll wash yours, and as dirt has many places to adhere, the back not being an exception, its one place that none of us have extensions long enough to reach . Along with the CAT CALLS about the various other details that hang about, jokes about size, whether, tiny or otherwise, the wash-house is abound with whistling, yelling, and general hooliganism and so it goes, until yer back out to the benches, just below yer HOOK.
Towelled off and dry, it’s time to lower the hook and re-don our Street clothes, lash the Pit Clothes on and re- raise the Hook back into position, where it will be safe and dry till we return for the next shift. All the while inside the Wash-House , no matter what time of day can be heard the constant chirping of the many birds that nest and play in the rafters of the high roof area. Add to that the constant thrush of flowing water from the showers, the whistling of many men , and the throb and pulse of boilers and all together, as strange as this sounds, it creates a unique and original beat, that while you are here, pulsates within and around you and kind of moves you from one stage of this process to another, in addition to the sounds are the aromas, the smells, the airs ,the mist, its all together a rythym that will be with you and stay with you over and over again, as each time you return, you blend back into the movement of the chorus because you are an instrument in that Band of Brothers, the Band of men called miners .Are you feeling it? Are you sensing it? Are you smelling it and wearing it? This is the Blend ....found only in this place....and then!!!WHOOSH!!!
The big Door opens and out into the Kool almost Frosty air of a late Autumn morning, you deeply inhale, UFFFFFFFFF!!!!!Deep way down into the depths of the lungs, Fresh! Kool! Lasting! Refreshing!,You suck as much of that life lasting oxygen filled air as you can muster, as deep down as it ever can reach and......AAAAHHHHHHHHH....Exhale! It’s time to say thanks to the Lord above, and in exchange for a very hard earned nite shift down under, It's Time to head for HOME! We've given our pound, we've piled our tons, it's on to the HOBO and home to the Fold.
Silently, Home after a ride on the Hobo train, you slowly, carefully and silently creep into the house, where you are met by the Wife, who knows this routine, equally as well as you do, She's at ease now, too, after having another nite tossing and turning in wait for your safe return, you are home, safe and sound. It's a pattern of uneasy worry, that cycles through every single day that you are connected to this job. It's the Miners life it is.
You check in on the kids, who are still in bed, a tuck here and there, an I love you or two, dependin on who"s alert enough to respond. Love you too dad, can be softly heard from one of the kids as you carefully close the bedroom door .A quick and tasty breakfast with the wife, some bacon and eggs, homemade bread, toasted over the coals of the kitchen stove, and a hot cup of tea and its off to bed for a well earned sleep, some where in the range of 5-6 hours maybe!
You come to about 3 O'Clock or so, stretch the stiff and tired bones , splash some cold water over yer face, re-orient yourself to the moment, yep...yer home, that's supper you smell, and its time to head for the kitchen and have a hearty meal with the family. Time to catch up with the whole gang .As well as having quality time with the family, over a hot delicious meal, it was also the place to hear the latest about School, Chores, local gossip, and answer any questions that the kids may have about the ways and means of life’s simplest and most pressing issues. So far as chit-chat about the Pit and work, it was usually not part of routine table-topics, unless something really new or otherwise important, like Strikes, or shutdowns were on the agenda.
This was routinely, "Chillax Time", what little of the day could be assigned to this frame of time and so this was the read the paper, catch the news, sip a cup of Hot Tea, moments and the best part of the day to Ease Back and just relax.
Then you may take a few minutes to stroll outside to the barn, stretch your legs with a short walk to a neighbors yard, and then if time allows, and it can if you plan it , grab a quick nap at 7 or so, and then, before you know it....It's that time to ready up and begin preparations for another Back Shift, Down Under.
The "CAN" is packed, yer Towel is Rolled, new cake of soap tonite, ya mentioned that to the wife earlier , fresh Fig of Twist, placed in yer shirt pocket, along with yer Check Number, and for the moment, the Tea in your newspaper rolled wine bottle is Boiling hot.....will it be like that at 3 in the morning? Not quite but it will still be sweet and refreshing so far under-ground when lunch time rolls round again. So with a kiss and hug , best wishes and stay safe comments from the wife and any of the kids still not in bed, out the door you go. Off to catch the HOBO, and just like each and every other day, and or nite, just happens that this week it's the dreaded BACK SHIFT! And routinely as this may be, another Shift awaits you , so far out under the Pounding surf of the late October seas, out down and under the dark ocean deeps you go....hey jack...hold on we'll walk to the crossing together....Whats goin on?
THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME AND BEING ADVENTUROUS ENOUGH TO COME DOWN THE PIT WITH ME BYE.......BE SAFE...BE WELL...BE SURE...BE A MINER BYE....IT'S IN YER BLOOD.!!!
Protest Songs is something every local Coal mining and steelworking descendant should give a listen to...
Protest Songs is something every local Coal mining and steelworking descendant should give a listen to...
http://protestsongs.ca/
http://protestsongs.ca/
CAROUSING AROUND THE BAY...IN THE TIMES
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ELECTION REFLECTIONS OF MAY 2011
ELECTION REFLECTIONS OF THE MAY 20111 VOTE
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IGGIE'S FABLES
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MY NOVA SCOTIA IS ALL ABOUT GLACE BAY
MY NOVA SCOTIA IS ALL ABOUT GLACE BAY
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24th in 26'
24th in 26'
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Friday, 25 November 2011
"THE COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL"
GLACE BAY&COAL MINING.......GLACE BAY & COAL MNING, NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER.
GLACE BAY AND COAL MINING-
THERE WAS A TIME, NOT THAT LONG AGO, WHEN YOU WOULD NOT DARE SEPERATE THE TWO ENTITIES IN ANY DISCUSSION,ESPECIALLY IN LOCAL SETTINGS, FOR FEAR OF RISKING LIFE AND LIMB. GLACE BAY AND COAL MINING, EVEN NOW ALMOST 25 YEARS AFTER THE LAST PRODUCTIVE MINE HAS CLOSED, WE STILL STEP CAREFULLY AROUND THE SUBJECT BECAUSE OF IT'S RELEVANCE TO OUR ENDURING CULTURE,IT'S HISTORY AND IT'S LIVELIHOOD, NOT TO MENTION THE PRICE OUR FOREFATHERS AND OTHERS PAID DURING THE LONG AND TURBULENT YEARS OF PAIN AND SACRIFICE.
SO MUCH OF OUR CURRENT AGING POPULATION, INCLUDING THE VERY LAST GENERATION OF PROUD AND ACCOMPLISHED COAL MINERS ARE NOW WELL INTO THE TWILIGHT STAGES OF THEIR BOOMER YEARS, AND IN ADDITION TO THE MANY POST WAR PERIOD MINERS, TOGETHER THEY MAKEUP, WITH THEIR FAMILIES, THE LARGEST PORTION OF OUR LOCAL POPULATION.
OVERALL, EVEN IN TODAY'S MUCH REDUCED TOTAL POPULATION, BEING HALF OF IT'S ONE TIME PEAK OF NEARLY 30,000 DURING THE EARLY 60'S, GLACE BAY, STILL, SYMBOLICALLY WAS AND IS " COAL TOWN" TO THE MASSES, NOT ONLY HERE LOCALLY, BUT COUNTRY WIDE. ALWAYS MINDFUL THAT COAL IS WHO WE ARE, WHO WE HAVE EVOLVED THROUGH, AND THE RELEVANT COST THERE WAS TO OUR PREDECESSORS IN MAKING IT HERE, SHOULD IT NOT BE, THAT OUR CAUSE IS TO HEARTILY CELEBRATE THOSE ACTIONS? DO WE IN OUR TIME OF PLACE, NOW IN THE YEAR APPROACHING 2012, HAVE THE WHEREWITHALL TO DEMONSTRATE OUR THANKS FOR EACH AND EVERY POUND, OF PICK AND SHOVELLED COAL, FROM THE TUNNELS AND SHAFTS OF OUR COAL MINING HERITAGE, AND PLAY THAT FOREWARD INTO ONE HUGE FESTIVAL OF TRIBUTE IN THE SUMMER OF THIS COMING YEAR?
I BELIEVE, BASED ON SOLID RESEARCH, THAT WIDE INTEREST IS ABUNDANT AND FAR-REACHING, WITH REGARDS TO A SPECIFICALLY DEVELOPED PLAN TO RE-CREATE OUR PAST FOR A HOMECOMING CELEBRATION IN THE SUMMER OF 2012, TENTATIVELY COINED (WITHOUT PREDJUDICE) "THE COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL".
THROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA, PAST EVENTS, CURRENT INTEREST, AND THE WIDE IMPACT THAT ALL THINGS "BOOMER" ARE MAGNETIC, IT IS LOUD AND CLEAR THAT MANY THOUSANDS OF BOOMER GENERATION AND RETIREES ALL OVER CANADA AND BEYOND,LOCALLY,AS WELL AS EX-PATRIATES TO OUR HOME TOWN, YEARN FOR TIMES AND EVENTS SUCH AS THIS TO RETURN TO THEIR ROOTS TO CELEBRATE.
I NEED ONLY POINT TO 2010, WHEN IN JUST A FEW MONTHS OF RE-CONNECTING OLD FRIENDS, AND CONTACTS THROUGH THE POWER OF SOCIAL NETWORKING OF FACEBOOK, A REUNION DESIGNED TO CELEBRATE OLD FRIENDSHIPS FROM THE SCHOOL YEARS OF THE 60'S AND EARLY 70'S RESULTED IN THE (ST.PAUL'S) FENCE FOLKS REUNION, WITH SELLOUT CROWDS, LARGE SCALE ECONOMIC IMPACT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE TOWN, AND A QUEST FOR MORE AND BETTER EVENTS TO COME.
THE FENCE FOLKS REUNION ALSO CLEARLY PROVIDED TO US ,THE COLLECTIVE MINDSET THAT GATHERING TOGETHER IN A HOME GROWN PROGRAM OF BOOMER AGE REFLECTIONISM, IS HIGH ON THE CHARTS OF THE MAJORITY OF GLACE BAY , BORN AND RAISED KINFOLK. PAYING TRIBUTE TO THE PAST, VIA THE PRESENT IS PARAMOUNT TO ( HAVING ONE HELL OF A GOOD TIME, HOME, IN THE BAY, WHILE WE ARE ABLE AND HEALTHY) AND IS WIDELY CRAVED BY THE MAJORITY OF THAT GENRE AND BEYOND.
WITH WIDE AND INCLUSIVE PARTICIPTION, BY ALL SECTORS OF THE GLACE BAY BUSINESS, SOCIAL, CULTURAL, HISTORICAL AND GENERAL INTEREST GROUPS, A RE-JUVENATED FESTIVAL OF CELEBRATION HONORING AND PAYING TRIBUTE TO COAL AND COAL MINERS IS WARRANTED AND DESERVED.
FOR MORE THAN A CENTURY, THE PEOPLE OF GLACE BAY SOULFULLY SACRIFICED TO THE UTMOST DEGREE, YET AS THEY TOILED AND PUSHED FORWARD THEY DID DO WITH HOPE AND DETERMINATION, ALL THE WHILE PROUDLY PERSONIFYING THE PLACE OF THEIR BIRTH, THEY RAISED THE TOWN OF GLACE BAY UP TO THE BEST THAT IT COULD BE! FROM THE SOLIDARITY OF THEIR PURPOSE, AS DEEP AND AS ABUNDANT AS THE KING COAL ITSELF, THEIR PRIDE IS THE EPITOMY OF THEIR EXISTENCE, AND THE SHADOW IN WHICH WE NOW FIND COVER, IS OURS TO REFLECT ONWARD TO OTHERS WHO COME AFTER. IN OUR EFFORTS AND ACCEPTANCE TO MAINTAIN THAT RESPECT, IT IS INCUMBANT UPON US TO RE-CONNECT TO THAT CORE STRENGTH OF THE PAST, EMBRACE IT, MOVE IT FORWARD AND RE-LIGHT THE MAGIC THAT THE POWER OF COAL HAS GIVEN US TO GROW.
TO RE-IGNITE THE FIRE, WE MUST RETURN THE COAL AND IT'S HISTORIED PAST BACK TO THE SURFACE. IN MY PROCESS OF THOUGHT, I BELIEVE THE NEXT AND FIRST STEP IS TO OBTAIN A CONSENSUS ON WHETHER OR NOT ALL THE COMPONENTS OF MAKING SUCH A (COME BACK TO COAL CELEBRATION) IS NOT ONLY OUT THERE!, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, ARE THOSE ENTITIES WILLING TO CLIMB BOARD THE COAL TRAIN OF THE PAST, BE OPEN TO GETTING A BIT OF COAL DUST IN YER EYES AND RIDING THE RAILS INTO THE SUMMER OF 2012 FOR A CELEBRATION LIKE NEVER BEFORE!
FROM MY PERSPECTIVE AS A ONE TIME RAILWAY WORKER, COLLECTOR OF HISTORICAL DATA, ORGANIZER AND WRITER, I HAVE SEEN FIRST HAND AND WITNESSED, THAT WITH SOLID ORGANIZATION,LONG TERM PLANNING AND PROUD SUPPORT BY COMMUNITY INTERESTS, HIGH LEVELS OF ACHIEVEMENT ARE VERY POSSIBLE.
PROPOSING SUCH A FESTIVAL IS PART ONE OF THE PROCESS, DEVELOPING AND PLANNING THE EVENTS , CO-ORDINATING AND CONNECTING THE KEY PLAYERS ON ALL FACETS AND SECTORS AND PIECING TOGETHER THE FRAMEWORK IS EQUALLY CHALLENGING. RAISING AWARENESS, CREATING HIGH INTEREST, SPREADING THE WORD, AND HEIGHTENING THE SENSES OF THE PEOPLES AND GROUPS FROM COMMUNITY, BUSINESS, CULTURAL, HISTORICAL, AND NEIGHBOURHOODS ARE ALSO VERY SIGNIFICANT AND CRITICAL TO ACHIEVING A COMMON GOAL FOR THE OVERALL SUCCESS OF SUCH AN UNDERTAKING.
TO CREATE AND CONSTRUCT A NEW BRAND OF HOMECOMING FESTIVITIES, WOULD NEED TO INVOLVE EACH AND EVERY NEIGHBOURHOOD, THEIR ORGANIZATIONS, ALL GENERATIONS YOUNG AND OLD AND INPUT FROM EVERY POSSIBLE ELEMENT OF THE GLACE BAY FABRIC, INCLUSIVE AND OPEN TO ALL.
CONCENTRATING ON THE KEY SUBJECT OF RE-NEWING AND RE-JUVENATING THE ROLE THAT "COAL AND COAL MINING IN AND AROUND GLACE BAY" PLAYED IN OUR PAST , AND CELEBRATING ALL THAT WE HAVE COME TO KNOW AS OUR SUCCESSES, AND SADLY AT TIMES OUR FAILURES AND SORROWS,WE ONCE AGAIN TAKE THAT ENRICHED HERITAGE AND PLACE IT FRONT AND CENTER. FOR A WEEK LONG TRIBUTE FROM BRIDGEPORT TO THE OLD BROADWAY, FROM NUMBER TWO TO NUMBER 6, FROM NUMBER 11 TO SOUTH STREET, FROM THE CHAPPEL HILL TO THE HARBOUR AND FROM EVERY RAILSPUR, COAL CAR AND PAN SHOVEL TO THE MINERS FORUM, THE ST PAULS FENCE, THE BOOTLEGGERS TO THE SHORES, WE SHOULD SURELY TAKE THIS IMPORTANT STEP TO ONCE AGAIN PUT THE BEGINING OF OUR PAST UP HIGH WHERE WE CAN ALL SEE IT, LIVE AND FEEL IT! IT IS WHO WE ARE AND WE SHOULD BE DAMN PROUD OF IT SO LET'S JUST BURN IT ONCE AGAIN...GLACE BAY &COALMINING...GLACE BAY & COAL MINING....GLACE......
HERE BE BUT SOME OF THE MAGNIFICENT SUBJECTS THAT MAY BE CONSIDERED AND EXPANDED IN THE PROCESS OF FORMULATING THE,
"THE 2012 COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL":THE MINERS AND THEIR FAMILIES
THE MINERS AND THEIR NEIGHBOURHOODS
THE STORIES AND THE REALITIES
THE TOWN AND IT'S VIBRANCE
THE SPORTS AND COMERADERIES
THE TALENTS AND THE TAPESTRIES
THE ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND THE TRAGEDIES
THE HISTORY AND THE HISTORY MAKERS
THE EDUCATORS AND THE SPIRITUALISM
THE CHARACTERS, AND THE CHARACTERS...
THE PLACES, THE TIMES, THE EVENTS, THE LOCALES
THE MEDICS,AND THE MEDICINES,HOSPITALS AND HEALTH
THE UNIONS AND THE COMPANIES
THE SIMPLE LIFE AND OUR PAST-TIMES
THE MUSIC, THE WORDS , THE MESSAGES
I BELIEVE
THE OPTIONS FOR THE TYPES OF EVENTS THAT WOULD BE OF INTEREST TO GROUPS AND ORGANIZATIONS WOULD BE OPEN AND VARIED, BUT ALL WOULD BE BEST DIRECTED TOWARDS THE SPIRIT OF THEIR INFLECTION UPON THE ROLE THAT COAL AND ITS LEGACY PLAYED FOR THEIR PART OVER THE YEARS AND DECADES OF THE PAST.
CELEBRATING COAL AND THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE AND EVENTS THAT MADE OUR LIVES POSSIBLE IN GLACE BAY FOR OVER A CENTURY WOULD BE OUR CORE, HOW EACH SEGMENT OF OUR NOW COMMUNITY FABRIC DECIDES TO HIGHLIGHT THEIR ROLE IN SUCH A FESTIVAL I BELIEVE WILL BE THE WAY TO BRING THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY TOGETHER.
CHALLENGING EACH OTHER IN THE PROCESS OF PROMOTING THE FESTIVAL, WILL BE IN TOTAL, ONE OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE WEEK.
SOME IDEAS FOR CELEBRATION.WOULD INVOLVE PERIOD DRESS COMPETIONS AT LOCAL EVENTS IN THE HOOD, RE-ENACTMENTS OF PARTICULAR EVENTS FROM OUR HISTORIED PAST, DAILY AND NIGHTLY ENTERTAINMENT IN VARIOUS CENTERS ALL OVER THE COMMUNITIES, BREAKFASTS, LUNCHES, TEAS, SUPPERS, STORY SESSIONS, BOOK READINGS, TALENT SOCIALS, SPECIAL EVENTS FOR SENIORS, SHUTINS, AND ELDERLY MINERS.
*ONE VERY UNIQUE AND PRE SUMMER SERIES OF EVENTS WOULD BE A SONG WRITING AND PRODUCTION CONTEST, WITH THE WINNING SONG, TAKEN FROM A SERIES OF PRE WRITTEN LYRICAL STORIES TO BE THE ""THEME"" FOR THE ENTIRE FESTIVAL.
ALSO DOWNTOWN, DISPLAYS ,COMPETITIONS FOR FACADE FLASHBACKS, STREET PERFORMERS, CARNIVAL ATMOSPHERE, SPECIAL ATTRACTIONS TO BRING FOLKS TO TOWN, ONCE AGAIN PERIOD COSTUME, OPEN HOUSES AT MUSEUMS, STORES, OFFICES, BUSINESSES, AND A TOTAL CELEBRATORY ATMOSPHERE ALL DAY DURING THE WEEEK. THE HOODS WOULD HAVE IN THEIR RESPECTIVE DWELLINGS AND FIELDS, NIGHTLY ENTERTAINMENT, AND THEN BY THE WEEKEND , MOST OF THE CORE OF THE ATTACTION TO NITE TIME ACTIVITIES COULD CENTER IN ONE LOCATION CLOSER TO TOWN, WHERE CONCERTS, BASHES AND FESTIVITIES WOULD BE LISENCED AND CONTOLLED.
MANY OF THE MAIN INFRASTRUCTURES LIKE THE SAVOY, THE BAYPLEX AND ST.ANNES PARISH CENTER, SOUTH STREET PARK, AND OTHERS WOULD ALSO BE HOPEFULLY AVAILABLE TO PRODUCE EVENTS PARALLELL TO THE FESTIVAL AND BE PART OF THE OVER ALL CELEBRATION. THAT WE CAN ONCE AGAIN RESTORE TO THE PEOPLE OF GLACE BAY , THE TRUE SENSE OF PRIDE IN OUR COAL MINING LEGACY WITH A FESTIVAL SOLELY CONNECTED TO AND 100% ORIENTED AROUND OUR TREASURED HISTORY.
"THE 2012 COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL".THE CONCEPT
I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR RESPONSE TO THE PROPOSED CONCEPTS AND OBTAIN FROM YOU ANY FORM OF CONSENSUS, DIFFERING OPINIONS, AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU AND THE ORGANIZATION, AND OR BUSINESS YOU ARE CONNECTED TO WOULD BE OPEN TO AND FAVORABLE TO SUPPORTING SUCH A FESTIVAL?
IN RESPECT OF THE PREVIOUS AND CURRENT COMMITTEES WHO HAVE WORKED TO PRODUCE THE BAY DAYS PROGRAM OF EVENTS, I DO NOT WISH TO OVERLOOK NOR IGNORE THEIR DEDICATION AND TREMENDOUS INVOLVEMENT TO FOSTERING THE YEARLY SUMMER FESTIVAL OF WHICH THEY ARE INVOLVED.
AS AN ORGANIZER COMING FROM OUTSIDE THAT PROCESS, I WOULD BE OPEN TO THE POSSIBILITY OF CONNECTING THE NEW WITH THE OLD AND WORKING ON PLANS THAT ACCOMODATED ALL INTERESTS WITH A COMMON GOAL.OF TAKING THIS PROPSED IDEA TO THE POPULATION OF GLACE BAY AND TO THE BAY BYE'S ALL OVER CANANDA AND BEYOND ,IS A PROJECT THAT I FEEL IS WARRANTED, WELL MANAGEABLE AND LONG SINCE DUE. "THE 2012 COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL"
I HAVE TAKEN THE LEAD TO SUBMIT THIS OVERVIEW TO MANY OF THE PEOPLE IN POSITIONS OF DECISION MAKING AND PLANNING, AS WELL AS TO THOSE WHO I FEEL WOULD BE OPEN TO AND WILLING TO CONSIDER THIS PROPOSAL AS DO-ABLE! AND WOULD SIT DOWN IN A FORUM TO DISCUSS IT AND BE OPEN TO MAKING IT WORK. IS FOR NOW, AN IDEA IN THE STAGE OF SEEKING THE RIGHT SUPPORT FOR CONTINUATION AND INCLUSION.THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS JOURNEY, I AM HOPEFUL THAT YOU WILL AT LEAST TAKE THE FIRST TOUR OF OUR STEAM TRAIN 'S JOURNEY TO OUR CELEBRATORY PAST AND BE PART OF THE RETURN TRIP WHICH WILL SEE THE "THE 2012 COAL TOWN CLASSIC REUNION FESTIVAL" COME TO LIFE!!!PLEASE RETURN YOUR RESPONSE IN A TIMELY FASHION BY EMAIL TO ;
JOE MACPHERSON
facefirstconnections@gmail.com
HAVE TRAVELLED A LOT OF DUSTY ROADS TOGETHER. THEY SHARE A LEGACY, FOR MORE THAN 150 YEARS, UNEQUALLED BY ANY PEOPLE,AT ANY PLACE, AT ANY TIME.
In the Shadows of the Shafts
COLLECTION SUMMARY
A unique collection of Storied Poems; identifying and capturing the true mosaic of Mining Life,as
lived by generations, In Company Homes, in Company Towns,where Coal Mining was Paramount
and every single strand of life evolved around the World of Coal, as It was the Currency by which
the livelyhood of Mining Folk, were Bought, Traded, and Sold.
So; in this book titled, "In the Shadows of the Shafts", the snap-shots of Life,every-day life,by
all elements of the Family unit, young and old, as told in Poetic form, emulate the real meaning of
what the Events of many Lifetimes meant to Hundreds of Thousands of mining People,
transcended over the decades of family after family, and now brought back into full view, in words
,
pictures, story and rhyme in place for History to enjoy Forever and a day.
A unique collection of Storied Poems; identifying and capturing the true mosaic of Mining Life,as
lived by generations, In Company Homes, in Company Towns,where Coal Mining was Paramount
and every single strand of life evolved around the World of Coal, as It was the Currency by which
the livelyhood of Mining Folk, were Bought, Traded, and Sold.
So; in this book titled, "In the Shadows of the Shafts", the snap-shots of Life,every-day life,by
all elements of the Family unit, young and old, as told in Poetic form, emulate the real meaning of
what the Events of many Lifetimes meant to Hundreds of Thousands of mining People,
transcended over the decades of family after family, and now brought back into full view, in words
,
pictures, story and rhyme in place for History to enjoy Forever and a day.
Coming Out of The Shadows of The Shafts
I am Joey(face) MacPherson, 56 years of age, currently residing in the town of
Dominion with my common law spouse, Priscilla.
I am a boomer with roots deeply entrenched within the core of a large mining family, and for
nearly four decades, I have been dabbling into the world of writing. Until now, all that I have
compiled was simply just stored and kept as ,a Diary of Treasure, that I would from time to time
read and value, as elements of my life being captured in words. I have written many Storied
Poems, or as I like to refer to them as "Storetry", which chronicle many of the Events that
occurred within family life, much akin to my own family, as they struggled forward through
adversity and made the best of providing a living as best they could during the lean times of Coal
Mining in Cape Breton. With an inside view, I reflect the images of life as it happened, each day
with truth , honesty and conviction. I bring to life, once again, the history, the events, the people
and characters, and their lives, not only through my eyes, but from the men and women who were
the moms, dads, grammas, granpas,uncles, aunts, nieces, cousins, sibs and neighbours, who
made up a Coal Mining Community, along side the tracks and in and around the rows of company
houses huddled in proximity to the coal yards.These were our hoods, they were our kinfolk and
just like in my backyard, from within the backyards of thousands more are the stories that I
feel need to be told and captured in this project.
.
Each and every life changing event described, each subject offered, occurred in many ways in
multiple locations, as each neighbourhood, surrouding another coal mine, was in itself a duplicate
of perhaps dozens just like it all over the Coal Fields of Glace Bay and area. My Hood, Bridgeport
Rows, had its boundaries, as did all other commonly named Turfs, most often by way of Colliery
name, which Bridgeport once was, and then in later decades, adjacent to #1b and #26 Collieries.
There were , and still are to this day,the many districts , and or wards, recognized similarly
such as #2, #11, Caledonia, Sterling,#12 ,#14, #16 in New waterford, The Hub, Table Head,and
the list goes on. And although as the name of the Hood was unique, and so too were the people,
many of the events that shaped the history of one zone , more often than not, affected everyone
in all areas, such as a disaster in a coal mine or similar instances.
.
As well, the characters who filled the neighbourhoods, they too personified the moasic throughout
the times and eras as mining communities blended with each other.Those people, whose strength
and determination made a life for the generations that evolved, are the stories that need be
heralded. Through good times and bad, through strikes, wars, closures, explosions, and so many
other tradgedies, the courage shown and the dedication given are the epitomy of conviction to
Family first ,as seflishness was not even part of their vocabulary. Over the decades and
throughout the years, all of these elements mixed together on a daily basis, within and
throughout the neighbourhoods, and all the while , llife was changing around them.
When I began writing many years ago, I envisioned that someday, I would have the opportunity to
bring many of the stories referred to , together in a way that could capture and maintain the
treasures of growing up in a Coal Mining Commuity and ensure that they be available for
generations that will follow. Only a handful of the eldest miners who recall the earliest years still
remain,and to be able to combine their stories which span eras of the leanest times with others
who can relate to the war years and the baby boom decades,I believe my project would ensure
that recollection of these times be preserved.
To this point ,I have written a fair number of those storied poems, which I feel readers would be at
ease to identify with, no matter what Colliery their dad or granddad worked in, no matter what
ward or district they attach themselves too, and no matter where or when they walked the raillines
in their back yards.The folks who know their roots and are proud of their turf, realize the true
patriotism, each Colliery Mining Shaft,even those which darkened their shadows of life at times
are,and what makes them part of this connection to these stories.
MY collection titled, "In the Shadows of the Shafts" captures many of the real life experiences, as they happened, where they happened, when they
happened, all within a crows call and in near proximity to Rows of Coal Company Houses in
neighbourhoods all over Glace Bay and area. From early childhood, through adolescence,the
teen years and early adulthood, much of who we are and what we have become, bear greatly
upon what we have been witness too and encountered in those early years among mining
families within and around ..the "Hoods".
I define those moments in Poetic Stories, complete with, and
supplemented by first hand accounts, where possible to authenticate the truths and seperate the
fiction from folklure. My collectiont includes; introductions and descriptions of an event or
subject(About a page in lenght) and include either drawings or pictures, or both to help illustrate
the entire story from various means to assist with clarity and accuracy. The Poetic Story
follows and in its entirety, I am attempting in giving the reader all of the elements of the situation or event
to assure of the real meaning and purpose of the subject.
Some of the Subjects that I compiled in a preliminary list include;
Colliery Towns, The Pit Whistle, Miners Vacation, Pit Ponies, Tea Bottle and Can, 24th in 26, The
Miner, Down in the Ground, and Devil's Gate, The Company Store, The Company House
there are so many more relative subjects yet to be identified
.
I have a fairly long list of subjects for titles which are yet to be written as well as many which I
prefer to rewrite from the older files.
I feel confident that my approach towards this style of story telling provides for a very significant
piece of valued history in a unique model which will be easy to read, follow, and understand and
will resonate with many thousands of miners, and especially their famililies all of whom lived the
life and can relate to the times.
At this point , the project still allows me time to have more conversations with a very small number
of surviving miners and and spouses who are currently in their 80's and 90's and still have their
memories solidly intact and are more than willing to provide their stories with factual information
and allow for it to be chronicled and passed forward with good purpose.
I continue to collect more and more information regularly and write new poems based on the data
gathered.
When I inform many of the folks with whom I chat that I am preparing to compile the information
into a book, each and every one of them remind me to include the promise that I only tell the
truth, and I respond to them and say; I will only write the facts as you have provided them and I
recieve your information with all the integrity and respect that you share it with me so I will in kind
respect that information.
So there you have the best way for me to provide an analysis of what I would like to work on as a
Book Project. As indicated, I have written many Poems over the years and as I begin to select
subjects to include in a Book for this project, I do find that I must make some changes to the way
in which many of them were earlier written, and in some cases rewrite them entirely. In addition
there are many other subjects, instances, events and moments about the times and places that
require to yet be completed.
To conclude; I would just like to suggest, that with the interest I have received from the research I
have conducted ,through conversations with numerous retired miners and their families about my
Project idea, that ,Although for now with only a working Title..."In the Shadows of the Shafts"will be extremely well recieved as a finished product. Thank-you.
and
Dominion with my common law spouse, Priscilla.
I am a boomer with roots deeply entrenched within the core of a large mining family, and for
nearly four decades, I have been dabbling into the world of writing. Until now, all that I have
compiled was simply just stored and kept as ,a Diary of Treasure, that I would from time to time
read and value, as elements of my life being captured in words. I have written many Storied
Poems, or as I like to refer to them as "Storetry", which chronicle many of the Events that
occurred within family life, much akin to my own family, as they struggled forward through
adversity and made the best of providing a living as best they could during the lean times of Coal
Mining in Cape Breton. With an inside view, I reflect the images of life as it happened, each day
with truth , honesty and conviction. I bring to life, once again, the history, the events, the people
and characters, and their lives, not only through my eyes, but from the men and women who were
the moms, dads, grammas, granpas,uncles, aunts, nieces, cousins, sibs and neighbours, who
made up a Coal Mining Community, along side the tracks and in and around the rows of company
houses huddled in proximity to the coal yards.These were our hoods, they were our kinfolk and
just like in my backyard, from within the backyards of thousands more are the stories that I
feel need to be told and captured in this project.
.
Each and every life changing event described, each subject offered, occurred in many ways in
multiple locations, as each neighbourhood, surrouding another coal mine, was in itself a duplicate
of perhaps dozens just like it all over the Coal Fields of Glace Bay and area. My Hood, Bridgeport
Rows, had its boundaries, as did all other commonly named Turfs, most often by way of Colliery
name, which Bridgeport once was, and then in later decades, adjacent to #1b and #26 Collieries.
There were , and still are to this day,the many districts , and or wards, recognized similarly
such as #2, #11, Caledonia, Sterling,#12 ,#14, #16 in New waterford, The Hub, Table Head,and
the list goes on. And although as the name of the Hood was unique, and so too were the people,
many of the events that shaped the history of one zone , more often than not, affected everyone
in all areas, such as a disaster in a coal mine or similar instances.
.
As well, the characters who filled the neighbourhoods, they too personified the moasic throughout
the times and eras as mining communities blended with each other.Those people, whose strength
and determination made a life for the generations that evolved, are the stories that need be
heralded. Through good times and bad, through strikes, wars, closures, explosions, and so many
other tradgedies, the courage shown and the dedication given are the epitomy of conviction to
Family first ,as seflishness was not even part of their vocabulary. Over the decades and
throughout the years, all of these elements mixed together on a daily basis, within and
throughout the neighbourhoods, and all the while , llife was changing around them.
When I began writing many years ago, I envisioned that someday, I would have the opportunity to
bring many of the stories referred to , together in a way that could capture and maintain the
treasures of growing up in a Coal Mining Commuity and ensure that they be available for
generations that will follow. Only a handful of the eldest miners who recall the earliest years still
remain,and to be able to combine their stories which span eras of the leanest times with others
who can relate to the war years and the baby boom decades,I believe my project would ensure
that recollection of these times be preserved.
To this point ,I have written a fair number of those storied poems, which I feel readers would be at
ease to identify with, no matter what Colliery their dad or granddad worked in, no matter what
ward or district they attach themselves too, and no matter where or when they walked the raillines
in their back yards.The folks who know their roots and are proud of their turf, realize the true
patriotism, each Colliery Mining Shaft,even those which darkened their shadows of life at times
are,and what makes them part of this connection to these stories.
MY collection titled, "In the Shadows of the Shafts" captures many of the real life experiences, as they happened, where they happened, when they
happened, all within a crows call and in near proximity to Rows of Coal Company Houses in
neighbourhoods all over Glace Bay and area. From early childhood, through adolescence,the
teen years and early adulthood, much of who we are and what we have become, bear greatly
upon what we have been witness too and encountered in those early years among mining
families within and around ..the "Hoods".
I define those moments in Poetic Stories, complete with, and
supplemented by first hand accounts, where possible to authenticate the truths and seperate the
fiction from folklure. My collectiont includes; introductions and descriptions of an event or
subject(About a page in lenght) and include either drawings or pictures, or both to help illustrate
the entire story from various means to assist with clarity and accuracy. The Poetic Story
follows and in its entirety, I am attempting in giving the reader all of the elements of the situation or event
to assure of the real meaning and purpose of the subject.
Some of the Subjects that I compiled in a preliminary list include;
Colliery Towns, The Pit Whistle, Miners Vacation, Pit Ponies, Tea Bottle and Can, 24th in 26, The
Miner, Down in the Ground, and Devil's Gate, The Company Store, The Company House
there are so many more relative subjects yet to be identified
.
I have a fairly long list of subjects for titles which are yet to be written as well as many which I
prefer to rewrite from the older files.
I feel confident that my approach towards this style of story telling provides for a very significant
piece of valued history in a unique model which will be easy to read, follow, and understand and
will resonate with many thousands of miners, and especially their famililies all of whom lived the
life and can relate to the times.
At this point , the project still allows me time to have more conversations with a very small number
of surviving miners and and spouses who are currently in their 80's and 90's and still have their
memories solidly intact and are more than willing to provide their stories with factual information
and allow for it to be chronicled and passed forward with good purpose.
I continue to collect more and more information regularly and write new poems based on the data
gathered.
When I inform many of the folks with whom I chat that I am preparing to compile the information
into a book, each and every one of them remind me to include the promise that I only tell the
truth, and I respond to them and say; I will only write the facts as you have provided them and I
recieve your information with all the integrity and respect that you share it with me so I will in kind
respect that information.
So there you have the best way for me to provide an analysis of what I would like to work on as a
Book Project. As indicated, I have written many Poems over the years and as I begin to select
subjects to include in a Book for this project, I do find that I must make some changes to the way
in which many of them were earlier written, and in some cases rewrite them entirely. In addition
there are many other subjects, instances, events and moments about the times and places that
require to yet be completed.
To conclude; I would just like to suggest, that with the interest I have received from the research I
have conducted ,through conversations with numerous retired miners and their families about my
Project idea, that ,Although for now with only a working Title..."In the Shadows of the Shafts"will be extremely well recieved as a finished product. Thank-you.
and
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