|Big Pit's wheel machinery for the ore and people lift.|
It might be because the word in Welsh is "pwll" which is a cognate for "pool" and also means "mine." The Big Pit in Blaenavon, just over the hill from where my ancestors lived, is known as Pwll Mawr in Cymraeg.
We were not allowed to take pictures in the mine which was good in a way because my SD disk went haywire that day. That bothered me ever since because I had limited surface shots, but then I realized there would be pictures on the web!
I've been in potash mines in New Mexico. This was my first coal mine. And it was fascinatingly horrifying.
The Big Pit website even had a photo of the guide who took us down.
At the bottom, our head-lamps glittered on shiny blackness. We heard stories of death and suffering and the pride of hard work. While our guide expressed his deep loathing for strike-breakers, he also explained what the strength of union was. You don't wait for the canary to die, by the way. Once the canary starts to act a bit odd, you are supposed to run for the shaft, every man for himself. But that's not what they do. They look out for each other and would rather die helping a fellow worker than save themselves in shame.
Poisonous gas is only one way to die in a mine. There are cave-ins, explosions, fires, any accident of machinery and mistake, and even floods. And then if you do survive into old age, the lung diseases come.
|Another tour underground. No sense in color photography in a black and gray coal mine.|
|Underground ponies. Some never saw the light of day. Ponies were used even into modern times.|
|Lunch break. Note the young boy in front. In the 18th and 19th Centuries, women, children, and men all worked in the pits.|
|There's that shiny blackness of the face as this miner works under a ledge. OSHA compliant?|