My first job when I lived in Leeds in 1975 was selling Daily Mirror subscriptions in pit villages around Barnsley. The pit would loom over everything, and was central to existence. Now the pits are gone, the villages are there, the jobs are not. To cope with such a huge change is a massive ask for any community, let alone one where family income was so massively cut. That they somehow managed to hold on is great testament to some very determined people. Frickley pit has long gone, to be replaced by a country park where the slag heap used to be. You can see the Frickley Athletic football ground in the middle distance - home of famous FA Cup runs in the 80s (1980s that is)
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