Coal Mining Men

This was the mine where my dad, uncles and grandpas worked when I was a child. The store visual is of a company store. My dad lied about his age and started working in the mines when he was 12. Fortunately by the time he worked there, the script system was no longer used. Previously miners had been paid in ‘script,’ either coins or papers like these. This meant their earnings could only be used at the mine’s company store. Their homes were rented from the mines. They bought everything they had from the company store. They barely made enough to exist, never getting ahead. Workers were tied, indebted to the mines. A miner literally could say, ‘I owed my soul to the company store,’ as the song said. Their only hope of getting out was being drafted by the service. They couldn’t leave. They had no cash!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Derby Rotten Scoundrels

Promote the advancement, recognition, and professional development of women crime writers in the Ohio River Valley region

Word by Word

Women in Writing sharing Encouragement One Word at a Time

Formatting4U.com

You make it sound good; we make it look good.

For YOU A Better Life

We're here for you.

For YOU A Better Life

We're here for you.

Audiobook Creation Exchange Blog (ACX)

Audiobook Creation Exchange

Write your Destiny

The Reader's World

yadadarcyyada

Vague Meanderings of the Broke and Obscure

Leila Samarrai

Ask the circle how cruel and seductive is the Himalayan seclusion within a cube

Architectural Afterlife

Preserving History Of Abandoned And Forgotten Places

The Paris Review

Just another WordPress.com site

Steve Salaita

No Flags, No Slogans

Finding Beazzy

No more excuses. Find joy and love the moment. Find yourself and just be you.

The Gloria Sirens

Leap Out of the Deep and Sing

%d bloggers like this: