My apologies, Carol. Yes, a typo. I meant 40 years at the face. Though from the age of 7 he helped underground with the ponies. He was born in number one, the house right next door to the pit, along with his four brothers. All lived their working lives at the face. All died of lung damage, my grandfather having lived the longest. All may as well have been born in the pit.
I don't believe anyone who hasn't worked themselves or had a relative working in heavy industry can have much of an idea of what it's like. What it's like to see the men in their lives come home filthy, even though they've had a shower at work. The dirt is ingrained. Their clothes are soaked with sweat and they're exhausted. Yet they keep going. They believe it's good, honest work and enjoy the camaraderie. However, as well as being hard work, it's also dangerous. There have been many injuries and deaths over the years. Maybe that's why it's so close knit. It must be a similar type of experience armed forces go through where their lives are in the hands of the men next to them.
My brothers and I had a chance to leave as our father wanted us educated, believing we would have a better life. Life being what it is, we've all ended back here. Our choice. So yes, life is better now than in the 70s as only the lucky few like ourselves had the chance of a better education. We also "have" more.
What we DON'T have that we did have in the 70s is a life where family is key. I remember my mum being home with me. She taught me to cook and we had family mealtimes. Mum would help us with our homework and put us to bed with a story every night, encouraging us to read. We were lucky (considered rich in those days) as we also had a cleaner. When my mum went back to work through choice, I would either go to my nan's or the cleaner (a lovely lady who taught me to sew). I ALWAYS felt like I was surrounded by family.
The unions weren't always the problem in the 70s. The government and world economics also caused a lot of trouble.
In the 80s women were more or less expected to work - most wanted to. we all knew strong career-oriented women who wore power suits and shoulder pads. They achieved success that women before them never had.
Now we have something that's wrong - and has been going that way for a while. Women still work, but we are somehow we are sliding backwards. We seem to be further away from equality than we were in the eighties and girls these days just seem to want to be reality TV stars or WAGs. I wish I could wave a magic wand over every little girl and give her the choice. Having it all seems to be a myth.
As women we can have everything except respect in so many areas of life.
I've done a bit of everything in my time (I get bored easily), and seen life from a lot of perspectives. For all the money and wealth in the financial sector, there is little real satisfaction. From what I see here and now, satisfaction and happiness is a real family where the men go to work and earn decent money that allows their partners to bring up their children in their early years. Much like many families back in the 70s, where dad would work day shift and mum would do the swing shift. Kids would have grandparents to go to if either parent wasn't around. From what I remember (with what I am going to be accused of having - rose-tinted spectacles), kids would be out playing, being taught simple basics like having a bit of respect and even the Green Cross Code!
What do we have now? Choice? Not really. At least not for many. We HAVE to go out to work, leaving so early we rely on breakfast clubs to feed our children. Home so late our kids are in after-school clubs. Teachers over-worked, threatened with violence by young kids that are almost feral. Burning out and leaving the profession. The same applies to the health professionals in the NHS. A&E on the weekend is a nightmare, full of abusive drunks. No wonder doctors and nurses want to leave.
No respect.
I'm aware that I'm a new member and that I'm going to be flamed, and I don't mean to make sweeping generalisations, but I do believe that a family unit, where one parent stays at home for a few years to bring up children is better for the children and society. A plant like Port Talbot pays the men well enough that it allows their partner time away from their own, usually not as well paid work, to do this. Even if one parent isn't at home, a grandparent is usually close by to help out. They interact with the children and keep them safe and happy.
The pressure on mums to go back to work after minimum maternity leave is enormous. If the larger wage earner earns enough to allow the other to stay home, they should be encouraged to. Not pushed back to work for the sake of the economy.
Again, I was lucky. My ex earned enough to keep us so I didn't have to go out to work until my youngest was 7. He worked extremely hard, but they all do. They do it FOR their families. I'm thankful to the steel works for allowing us that choice. I would wish that for any family.
When I look at "problem" places, I can see they're mainly areas of deprivation where industry has died, leaving no real jobs for the men. This puts pressure of families, they split up, the mums have to get low-paid jobs to support the children as the dads (family generalisations here), have left the area to look for work or are on benefits themselves, trying desperately to keep their heads above water and their bodies off the streets. There's a reason homelessness has increased. Meanwhile, the kids are left to their own devices, often led astray to a life of petty crime and drug abuse.
Do we want that for even more communities? How would the well-off members here cope if it happened to them? And if there is ONE thing in this life I have learned, it's that you're never THAT far away from an event that will change your life and ruin it forever.
Those who think it should rot and the men should go out and get another job (as it's so simple these days), should sit in their ivory towers and pray HARD that a turn of events doesn't mean financial (or family) disaster and a loss of the nice life they have. It can happen to anyone.
Oh, and just another thought, just because steel workers are considered as lower class by many (and I've rubbed shoulders with quite a few with that opinion as I was schooled for some years in a private girls' school. Like I said, I've been there, done that and get bored easily), it doesn't mean the should be treated like dirt. They're more honest and likeable than the majority of the politicians and entrepreneurs whose hands their lives are in.
Sorry for the ramble - a glass of wine really sets me off.
Springing, on the head again. I also did some time in the civil service. Yep, I was a careers officer's nightmare.
Lurked and Elsie - the civil service away from major cities was actually like that. I was introduced as my aunt's niece, patted on the back and given the job. Yes, I was qualified for the position I was given, but I would have had it even if I wasn't.As it was, they never even asked! Not what you knew, but who you knew.