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Life of a Coal Miner,in their Memory

Both of my grandfathers worked in the coal mines of West Virginia, Dock Sloan and Earnest Fleshman, as well as my father Willie Sloan and many uncles. Although I have no age that each grandfather started working in the mines, this is their story. I do know that Dock Sloan could not read or write, and that from the time he was seven years old another family, the Blackburn family raised him.Sarah Blackburn was a widow,how could she have taken on the raising and care of another child,Docks father Franklin Slone was alive ,did he pay Sarah Blackburn for Dock's care or in the likely answer, did Dock go to work in the mines at the age of .7 years old ,we made thank that is not possible,but yes it did happen ,and is documented .we will never know for sure since I have not been able to find any record ,but still I wonder.He worked in the coal mines all his life.


Coal Miners Hat,Earnest Fleshman's hat remains in the family

   


Earnest T.Fleshman worked in the mines until he moved his family to Pennsylvania (but that is another story), as did my father work in the mines until he also joined the Fleshman family, moving to Pennsylvania. Dock Sloan and Earnest Fleshman both died of Black Lung from their years of breathing coal dust


    Earnest was born on July 09, 1907 in Rainelle WV, the son of Addison Perry Fleshman and Olivia Susan Brown. There were 13 children born into this family, 5 boys and 8 girls. He married Lillie Pearl Siers on April 21,1927 in Greenbier Co. WV.  

  On Earnest's military record it is stated that he only had four years of schooling, putting his age at ten when he left school, although there is no actual proof that he entered the mines to work at ten years of age, the times would indicate that this is what happened, as many a child was sent off to work in the same mines that their fathers worked in, to help supplement the family's income. The age by law to work in the mines was twelve but there were many boys working there as young as nine years old, having been told to say they were twelve by their fathers. The mine owners knew that this was going on, but turned a blind eye to it.

    Coal Miners are a special breed, they knew the risks they faced each time they left home, maybe never to return, knowing each time they entered the black hole, that it might be the last time they felt the warm light of the sun on there faces.

    A man had to make a living and coal was big industry, sometimes the only way a man could make a living. Each miner would leave for work carrying a metal lunch box, I have seen my grandfather's lunch box and wonder why it had a secure latch, almost like a lock, to fasten the lid shut, when I ask that question, I was told that there were rats down in the mines, these rats were smart, many a miner would come for his lunch and find it gone if the lid wasn't securely latched.

  They also wore their miners hat, the one my grandfather had was metal with a lantern  
attached to the front.   These lantern were equipped to burn a gas produced by mixing carbide and water. A miner always made sure he had a good supply of carbide and flints before starting his shift underground. Should his lamp fail he would find himself in the most total darkness known to man, a mile or better underground with nothing but coal to surround him.   There was no chance of feeling his way to another area where other man might be working.   He could only hope they would come to look for him.

    The life of a coal miner was hard in the early years, every thing was done by hand. A man had to dig the coal from the vein, break it up, hand load it into mule drawn cars, prop up the stone roofs above them with wooden props, load the rock into another car and get the cars to the bottom of the shaft where it was hoisted above ground.   At 50 cents a ton and nothing for the stone, he seldom made enough to meet the most basic needs of his family.

    Most men never escaped the hardships of the mines, but my grandfather did.   Ernest left the mines and moved his family to Pennsylvania, sometime between 1946-1947 where he made a better life, many of his family still live in the area of York Springs where he first settled.

    Yes, Earnest Tensley Fleshman left the mines, but not without the constant reminder of his years working there, for you see he contacted the miners disease, Black Lung.   He died in 1977.  


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