The men of our family were for the most part Miners;a people of whom I am inordinately proud, the women were housewives without any of the domestic gadgets and machinery to help in what was ceaseless toil. Some of them worked in local textile factories.
Our area was rural with small towns, villages and hamlets and coal pits dotted around.
The Second World War was my formative period and the conversation of the older people was of the First, of Strikes and the Great Depression. The very old had been born half way through the 19th century and I think with fascination of their ways, manners and stories. My own Great Grandfather was born in 1810 & his Dad in 1790.
My childhood was for the most part happy though I wish school had not come so early. Schools were always places ruled by violence, or the threat of it, and fear. I am self taught. My people and all like them were, and are, the salt of the Earth. They are the little, the least, the last and the lost -the true Sons and Daughters of God.