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Prayers for their families, friends and co-workers 
Fire In W.virginia Mine
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scandi
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Thanks Details for your information and Shadow for your info on the Aracoma Co.
I think the idea of somehow compressing oxygen, or a breathable air mixture to carry, is a great idea. Now it looks like something will be done to make these miners lives safer. God bless their families. It must be just unthinkable for them knowing how their loved ones died.
I'm still angry that the cost of something that could save lives for men who are in peril, has been more important than life itself. That is so wrong. If the industry can not afford to protect men with the best sensors and whatever it takes, they should stop mining.
The country needs coal evidently. They just better find a solution. I want to say if they don't do this now it shows they expect some fatalaties and the numbers will all work out in the end. I know that's pretty close-minded. But that's what the history shows in the mining biz. A certain number of men will die every year.
Scandi
I think the idea of somehow compressing oxygen, or a breathable air mixture to carry, is a great idea. Now it looks like something will be done to make these miners lives safer. God bless their families. It must be just unthinkable for them knowing how their loved ones died.
I'm still angry that the cost of something that could save lives for men who are in peril, has been more important than life itself. That is so wrong. If the industry can not afford to protect men with the best sensors and whatever it takes, they should stop mining.
The country needs coal evidently. They just better find a solution. I want to say if they don't do this now it shows they expect some fatalaties and the numbers will all work out in the end. I know that's pretty close-minded. But that's what the history shows in the mining biz. A certain number of men will die every year.
Scandi
Marthatex
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When you disappear underground
lovers don't make a sound
oh they'll tip toe around
honor driven and honor bound
on the day that whistle blows
signifying trouble below
cameras notice but they still don't know
where the wife of a miner is forced to go.
- by Tom Flannery
lovers don't make a sound
oh they'll tip toe around
honor driven and honor bound
on the day that whistle blows
signifying trouble below
cameras notice but they still don't know
where the wife of a miner is forced to go.
- by Tom Flannery
scandi
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Ohhh Marthatex, that poem was written by someone who lived losing their miner.
Hopefully with the advent of women having more power in the workforce they will be able to mend financially. There are many facets to the loved ones struggle and heartache that are left behind.
Thanks sweetie!
Scandi
Hopefully with the advent of women having more power in the workforce they will be able to mend financially. There are many facets to the loved ones struggle and heartache that are left behind.
Thanks sweetie!
Scandi
Marthatex
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You're welcome, dearie.
There are also the police widows and widowers, and of course the spouses of our fallen servicemen; I wonder if they receive enough to make a go of it for themselves and their children.
I actually looked up risky professions and I think loggers were listed as the worst. Farm workers, outdoor workers in general.
There are also the police widows and widowers, and of course the spouses of our fallen servicemen; I wonder if they receive enough to make a go of it for themselves and their children.
I actually looked up risky professions and I think loggers were listed as the worst. Farm workers, outdoor workers in general.
Yeah, it's far from the only job where this is a given. I think it should be made as safe as practical, and something where a miner can reasonably expect to retire from old age most of the time rather than die more often than not... but they are pretty well there. Improvements can always be made, and some should be, but there is a point where the cost/benefit ratio must be taken into account. Fact is that the miners don't want the mines to be closed down - they chose the job, and the risk, for the money - their choice - and mining does quite well by most of them. Shouldn't be something taken advantage of, but .... I also don't think we should shut the mines down unless they can be made extremely safe - because that just isn't financially possible.scandi said:
Unfortunately there are lots of products where the cost includes a certain number of lives. They're the things we can't live without. Lumber, food, energy (coal, oil, etc.), law and order (police and fire). And people are paid extra to deal with the risk, and choose to take the job with the risk.
indigomood
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Ode To The Miner
A poem by George Radnick
He dare not look and refuses to hear
That calamitous sound about his ear.
He speeds hurriedly by this dreadful place,
Begging his feet not to lose the horrible race.
He was not twenty, with youthful grace,
Bursting with life, with new pathways to trace.
Longed to be free, to manhood to grow,
Longed for unwakened pleasures to know.
Down, down, into the sunless walls so deep,
Never, if ever, cherished boyhood dreams to reap.
The jolting cage and ominous rattle of chain
Foretell the toilers' imprisonment again and again.
Far from the azure sky, the billowing cloud,
Far from the warming hearth and dependent child.
Onward, onward through soundless chambers are borne
Farewells of loved ones, anxiously awaiting at home.
He walks the same entry his father once walked
Aware of the hazards that his predecessor stalked.
Wipes the black slime from eye and brow,
Dines in the stoney gob during the feeding hour,
Breathes the foul, disabling dust his sire endured,
And pressed into bondage at the company store.
He must not fail this brave task to perform,
Which will give sustenance to generations now unborn.
Miners, the shock troops, those laborious moles of industry,
From the pit of Earth chisel its source of energy.
If this nation is to hold its banner high,
These fearless men must sweat and strain;
But need they prematurely entombed lie,
Beneath ponderous falls of rock and slate
to enrich mine owners high in state
Indifferent, uncaring for the workers' fate.
Oh the shame, the shame of this dreadful waste!
The bereaved plead their loved ones' acknowledgment,
To be deservedly marked for honor
With those high in celestial government.
Though we all have our time and place,
Others should be grateful who forego this winless race.
Ah, happier still, to be released by the stroke of the clock.
Heavy, heavy hangs the impenetrable gloom.
Almighty, protect them from the foreboding shadow in their room.
For the sake of others, for mothers' pride
Guide the course safely to their side.
Their toil is heavy, their burden they silently keep,
Thanking Him for his companionship in the lonely deep,
Praising Him for the flower, the tree, and cool breeze
Who grants them at day's end, a moment of ease.
A poem by George Radnick
He dare not look and refuses to hear
That calamitous sound about his ear.
He speeds hurriedly by this dreadful place,
Begging his feet not to lose the horrible race.
He was not twenty, with youthful grace,
Bursting with life, with new pathways to trace.
Longed to be free, to manhood to grow,
Longed for unwakened pleasures to know.
Down, down, into the sunless walls so deep,
Never, if ever, cherished boyhood dreams to reap.
The jolting cage and ominous rattle of chain
Foretell the toilers' imprisonment again and again.
Far from the azure sky, the billowing cloud,
Far from the warming hearth and dependent child.
Onward, onward through soundless chambers are borne
Farewells of loved ones, anxiously awaiting at home.
He walks the same entry his father once walked
Aware of the hazards that his predecessor stalked.
Wipes the black slime from eye and brow,
Dines in the stoney gob during the feeding hour,
Breathes the foul, disabling dust his sire endured,
And pressed into bondage at the company store.
He must not fail this brave task to perform,
Which will give sustenance to generations now unborn.
Miners, the shock troops, those laborious moles of industry,
From the pit of Earth chisel its source of energy.
If this nation is to hold its banner high,
These fearless men must sweat and strain;
But need they prematurely entombed lie,
Beneath ponderous falls of rock and slate
to enrich mine owners high in state
Indifferent, uncaring for the workers' fate.
Oh the shame, the shame of this dreadful waste!
The bereaved plead their loved ones' acknowledgment,
To be deservedly marked for honor
With those high in celestial government.
Though we all have our time and place,
Others should be grateful who forego this winless race.
Ah, happier still, to be released by the stroke of the clock.
Heavy, heavy hangs the impenetrable gloom.
Almighty, protect them from the foreboding shadow in their room.
For the sake of others, for mothers' pride
Guide the course safely to their side.
Their toil is heavy, their burden they silently keep,
Thanking Him for his companionship in the lonely deep,
Praising Him for the flower, the tree, and cool breeze
Who grants them at day's end, a moment of ease.
indigomood
Well-Known Member
Ode to the Miner
by Joe ?
They walked beneath our fertile land
With pick and shovel and bare hand
To harvest coal by day or night
With dusty eyes so little light.
They worked their bodies till they ached
With meager wage and a tonnage to make
When days are long and like the night
they dig the coal with all their might
When shift was done then homeward bound
The sound of clog irons all around
Down cobbled road and terraced street
The gas lamps flicker no one to meet.
At last the yard, the wooden gate
The tin bath steaming near the grate
Faces tired and cold and black
Eat, and sleep and then go back.
by Joe ?
They walked beneath our fertile land
With pick and shovel and bare hand
To harvest coal by day or night
With dusty eyes so little light.
They worked their bodies till they ached
With meager wage and a tonnage to make
When days are long and like the night
they dig the coal with all their might
When shift was done then homeward bound
The sound of clog irons all around
Down cobbled road and terraced street
The gas lamps flicker no one to meet.
At last the yard, the wooden gate
The tin bath steaming near the grate
Faces tired and cold and black
Eat, and sleep and then go back.
Shadow205
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I cannot beleive this!
A KANSAS-BASED HATE GROUP THAT PICKETED THE SAGO MINER'S MEMORIAL IS PLANNING TO PICKET THE ARACOMA MINER'S FUNERALS.
THE GROUP SAYS THE MINE TRAGEDIES ARE GOD'S WAY OF PAYING BACK WEST VIRGINIA FOR WHAT THEY CALL "RAMPANT HOMOSEXUALITY."
Fred Phelps and his group have notified LE of their intentions to be there.
A KANSAS-BASED HATE GROUP THAT PICKETED THE SAGO MINER'S MEMORIAL IS PLANNING TO PICKET THE ARACOMA MINER'S FUNERALS.
THE GROUP SAYS THE MINE TRAGEDIES ARE GOD'S WAY OF PAYING BACK WEST VIRGINIA FOR WHAT THEY CALL "RAMPANT HOMOSEXUALITY."
Fred Phelps and his group have notified LE of their intentions to be there.
fran
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Shadow205 said:I cannot beleive this!
A KANSAS-BASED HATE GROUP THAT PICKETED THE SAGO MINER'S MEMORIAL IS PLANNING TO PICKET THE ARACOMA MINER'S FUNERALS.
THE GROUP SAYS THE MINE TRAGEDIES ARE GOD'S WAY OF PAYING BACK WEST VIRGINIA FOR WHAT THEY CALL "RAMPANT HOMOSEXUALITY."
Fred Phelps and his group have notified LE of their intentions to be there.
What the heck? :doh:
Don't these guys have anything else to do? like a job?
Where do people come up with this stuff? :bang:
JMHO
fran