oldtimer28 stories.. or jokes??

any chance of a few been a long day .gonna a be a longer night aint going out bbc sports night a year awards ..come on freddie ..(Y)

 

Ok Stevie, sorry but not knowing your ,or if you have any mining expieirience,..i will try and explain what this all about, Now if you get a simple reel of cotton,and pull a length out say a foot,attch it to any thing,and then turn your bobbin of cotton you will see the cotton over lapping and eventually it would deize up, Now lets go to pilley pit, where i was a pony driver,the tubs used to come up a srteep incline from the mai line out of the pit,these were puled bu a small enginemm the rope when round a drum and a return wheel then lower the tubs on to the level where i took them to the Coal face,i had been on this jobe for some time, and when the full tubs went down,i used to sit with the engine driver,takung them down was easy ,just sit on the brake,and listen for the bell 1 to stop,2 to lower,3 to pull, this day the engine driver said do you want a go, of course i said yes, but he left me on my own, i tokk them down ok, but when i started to pull the empties back up,i did not notice the rope,not going on the drum evenly,the run would be a good 3rd of a mile long,a lot of rope, first one turn over lapped,then another,i should have stopped,and let some one sort it out, it got worse the rope over lapped the edge of the drum and seiezed up Job stopped,no one could do any thing,they had to send for the Rope menmexpert at splicing the rope,this they had to do, i had to pull the tubs up the rest of the way with my pony,they chpped the rope put a new lenght on,by splicing,a job they were going to do on the sunday any way,i think thats what saved me and the engine driver,,,

Now the Engine driver his name was JACK SIMSONm a very good cyclist of that time,thought nowt of doing 50 miles before he went to work on the afters, he was as good as REG HARRIS..if you care to put those names in Google about cyclist in the 40,s

 

(Y) ...i knew a chap called .willis worked at old pilley pit.he were an old neigbour yrs ago .lived at hoyland.think he were a overman .or something like that good man he were . think is first name were harold .ring any bell's????

 

RE: a duck shoot in USofA

yes some where out in the wild os US,was this annual Quail shoot.the shooting club went off in pairs to do their shootin,...now thes 2 fellas, were out in the the wilds and were caught in a storm,the sky darkened ,thunder crashed and the lightening was frightening, they had not shelter,and were at a loss what to do,when one says Hey loe looka yonder,and there in the disrance a lonley house,with smoke curling out of the chimney, and a light in the window,the made for it,not know who they were going to meet,after knocking on the door,it eventually opened and a lady showed her face, with no hesitation she asked them in,she lived alone, ive just made a lovely stew ,would you like some,she asked,Wow,what luck,then she brought out the whiskey,and they settled down to nice cosy chat the weather worsened,and the men apologised ,and asked of they could stay the night Sure thing i ave a spare room and beds,you are welcome to stay.. and that they did Next morning,the birds were a chirping,the weather was fine no sign of the strom, and after a hearty breakfast,bid the lady good day the two men went their seperste ways, so long i will see you at the big meeting in about Nine months time and off they went well time marches on and its the Big meeting and the men meet not seeing each other since that day,, enjoyin a whiskey to gether, one says ,do you recall that night we were caught in the storm,Yep sure do says the other,yep sure was great, the other then says by the way did you visit the lady during the Night now the other one was starting to get hot under the collar, repling well errr yeah sure,his pal said and did you give her my name, now he was really getting sweaty,well you know ,i new you would nt mind,,,you gave her my address too...well err er Oh thats ok you see that lady Died and she left me her 240 acres of land,and now ive struck oil on that land, sure was a good night you had with her ,thanks

 

i am talking about the 40,s had lots of friends from Hoyland1942/48 i worked there
the most saddest story of one man on the after noon shift,going home on the bus,remeber it was blackout days then,he was getting off at stead lane, he got off before the bus stopped,and fell under the bus and was killed some where in Hoyland commom

 

RE: and another sad one

yes fatal one are always sad
this happened a Rockingham Col
this poor chap was knocking on and geting near his retirment day
he was just a odd jwm man a sweeper upper
now the cage on the pit shaft,
the Bottom used to have hinged floor
so any big girders were sluung under neath an were lowered gently down the shaft
this day the old man wa s
sweeping at the top of the shaft
the cage was stood, at the top and went in with his brush
the floor was wide open,
and he fell down te shaft
Sorry abaht that
but no more saddies

 

RE: and another sad one

get that .




get that book wrote ..







(Y)

 

RE: wentworth station

You know Stevie if you were on yahoo o could show you this one
..that is a scar on my 4 head...put there by none other than GEARGE THE SOCKMANS SISTER(buy you socks from him) how did it happen, well i was very young,and my grandad lived at wentworth station, just on the right hand side under th bridge going Chapletwown way
this day i am trying to tight rope walk the garden fence.
of course i come a cropper,head first on to a nail,as it happens the Sheff bus is just passing to barnsley,my father picks me up, his shirt is covered in blood,takes me to the docs at Hoyland Common where heorges sister works,as a nurse,and clamps my 4 head up, and the scar is still there 70 years on