Last friday I posted that the Pike River Coal mine in New Zealand, had suffered an explosion & that grave fears were held for 29 miners.
These were boys from my old home town where I had worked as an electrical apprentise in the Strongman Mine back in 1959 to 1965.
I had been part of a previous disaster in 1967 with my Dad underground when the strongman Mine “blew” in 19 Jan 1967 & 19 boys were killed. (I had finished my apprentership left before the explosion) A lot of these were school & fottie buddies.
( My Dad was a Scottish miner from a family of 12, who came to NZ as a young man on “assisted immigration” in 1929)
Today, Sadly, despite all rescue attempts there was a secondary explosion at 3.45 this afternoon and all thoughts of families hanging onto some shred of hope were dashed. This secondary explosion was bigger than the first last week and now there is absolutely NO HOPE of any succesful rescue.
These miners are part of my family heritage I , so tonight I AM letting go some uncontrolable tears for a small coal mining community that I was born into and was all I knew as a kid. I grew up accepting that some of my school mates now and then lost there Dad but thats the way it is in a coal town. I am sure a lot of you guys in the States & Aussie will appreciate just what where I am comming from with a comment like this.
I just pray that they passed on painlessly.
-- Pete G: If you always do what you always did you'll always get what you always got