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Gairdner
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We have the mining background in common then, Jamie. My father learnt his trade down the pit, it killed my Grandad Fraser (dust) when my Dad was just 21 and long before I had a chance to know him, my Granny Fraser was head of the pit canteen for many years, my Dad's big sister worked in the offices and even my mother worked for the coal board doing the wages. In fact, I think I was the first one not to have a pit-related job at some point. Faither was born in his house, a traditional brick miners row in Newtongrange, a short walk from Lady Victoria Colliery which is now the National Mining Museum of Scotland. It still seems so ironic that all those members of my family worked there going back generations yet the first time I set foot in the place, it was for a breakfast business meeting with the Bank!
Although the pit has long been closed and many people displaced, I wonder at the response you'd get if you walked up the 'streets' (there were ten numbered, my Dad lived in Seventh Street, the first 'e' being most commonly pronounced 'ee'), knocked on doors and asked for opinions on Thatcher? Best of luck with that.....
Although the pit has long been closed and many people displaced, I wonder at the response you'd get if you walked up the 'streets' (there were ten numbered, my Dad lived in Seventh Street, the first 'e' being most commonly pronounced 'ee'), knocked on doors and asked for opinions on Thatcher? Best of luck with that.....