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»ADA ELLEN BINGLEY
Farnsworth was her married name,
She was wonderful to everyone,
Treating all people same.
She had heartache after heartache,
But still she wore a smile,
Mainly one to comfort others,
To charm them and beguile!
Losing one son at two years
Then another at fourteen,
She had to carry on
Keeping her own pain unseen.
Because she was a nurse
When tuberculosis was rife,
Caring for others when,
She herself was full of strife.
Night shift after night shift,
At the hospital doing her part,
Caring for us till at school,
Then she'd rest her weary heart!
Never failing to respond
When there was a knock at the door,
Be it two in the afternoon,
Or middle of night at four!
Running out instantly
To help and do her bit,
Be it laying out a departing body
Or bringing another into it!
She never stopped ever
She was always on the go,
When not working she was dancing,
Quickstep or foxtrot slow!
If she was seen in a chair
It was never just sitting
For in her hands would be,
Either crocheting or knitting!!
And as we got older
She was always there,
Still helping and guiding,
Giving our children care!
Never saying "No"
Helping us in everyway,
"Oh! Mam I sorely miss you,
Wish you was here today"
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GIFT'S PARENTS GAVE!
I cherish all the gifts that
my parents gave me,
right from a baby
sitting on their knee,
Taking in the story
that I'd be told,
that always had a
moral in to unfold!
Excitedly I'd hear how
the adventure grew,
visualising the actions
coming through,
Listening till they got to
the moral at the end,
that "Life is best when
lived as a friend"
They were there as I grew
falling in life's scrapes,
hiding their sadness
at my heartaches,
Reminding of the stories
they told about life,
that "We're judged most on
how we stand up to strife"
Yes! They made me understand
that in many a way,
we all have a cross
to carry in some way,
That it's how you pick it up
to take the weight,
that one day will help you
find your fate!
Yes! My Parent's gifts of time
from an early age,
stayed with me as my life
turned page by page,
Now they are in Heaven'
but I still hear their voice
giving guidance their with love,
making me rejoice!
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I Make No Apology
I make no apologies for
the way that we live,
We have wat we worked
for, nobody did give.
We didn't win the lottery
we never won the pools,
We haven't done a robbery,
we obeyed all the rules.
Not born a pauper
but a working miner's kid,
Who did shift after long shift,
just to earn a quid!
I make no apologies for
being a miner's wife,
Seeing him for 30years,
working hard with strife,
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And I make no apologies
for working hard as well,
For the luxury of family
holiday's I tell!
Every penny earned we spent
on home and family,
We stayed in and never
smoked wastefully!
I make no apologies for
the jobs that I did do,
To help us get a mortgage
to buy our home too,
Taking baby with me in pram,
on catalogue delivery,
Selling products door to door
on commission only
Tupperware, then Market
trader, Insurance Agent,
All jobs were in spare time
from the home, spent.
I make no apologies,
when in 1983,
Tony coming up to 25years
married to me,
Decided a new car would be
a good gift true,
To replace the old banger
that we'd had to make do.
I make no apologies when for
the price of the new car,
I said I'd sooner have a
studio apartment by far!
So I make no apologies
when this is what we did,
Getting the holiday apartment
for our £7,000 bid.
For the price as a new car
we then got our flat,
And still have old banger
car today, fancy that!
Luckily we got the flat
then early in 1983,
For if we had waited
it wouldn't have come to be!
So I don't apologies for luck
that came our way,
When buying flat on a whim
proved to be a lucky day,
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For in 1984 the miners went
on strike jobs were lost,
So we had to make a re-think,
start again, count the cost.
We sold the house we lived in
because I liked to cook,
We took a mortgage on hotel
to make a living with luck!
This we did till retirement
working hard morn till night,
And at the end of the tunnel
our apartment was the light,
For at the end of each season
we had need to go take,
A change, a rest a very much,
needed winter break,
So I make no apologies that
now retired I still enjoy,
Winter in the sunshine
with Tony my "Toyboy"
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(He is 16months my younger)
I make no apologies now
and yes I do feel rich,
But for all we have, we
both had together pitch,
We now live on a pension,
we still drive an old car,
Our 1996 Ford Fiesta still
let’s us journey far,
And yes we'd like a new one
and maybe we might get,
One for golden wedding
but that don't look likely yet.
So I make no apologies for
having a work worn hand,
For they are just symbolic
of me understand,
I have never been afraid
to get them dirty with grime,
In fact I like to muck in,
I do it all the time,
So I make no apologies
or excuses for trying,
To do my best to live well,
for if I did I'd be lying!
Pat xxx
It was Thatcher
caused the rigmarole
When she said we
don't need any coal,
Closing pits to throw
miners on dole,
Without any prospects,
with no goal!
Without care acting
the Grim Reaper
She said, "Foreign coal
today is cheaper,
So to please my own
treasury keeper
That's the last of
you mining deeper."
Then other trades
they suffered also,
More men without
jobs no where to go,
While foreign goods
came in steady flow,
Leaving Dole the only
thing to grow!
And this rigmarole
we still see today,
With debt increasing
in every way,
Then bailiff's come
to take homes away,
Chucking the occupants
on the street to stay!
But what goes round
comes round they say,
So now I pray that
we'll see the day,
When skies are blue
not dark and grey,
Because men work once
again for their pay!
Then the communities
like we had before,
Will thrive again
because it's the core,
That will bring peace
and joy in every door,
For people care again
for other's once more!
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I am Pat this is me pictured with my husband Tony of 47yrs. Who I married after my first love died of leukaemia leaving me a widowed Mother before my 18th birthday. Tony an old school friend first became Dad to my son Robert then to our 2 daughters Jeannette & Deborah who have all now given us a large family of Grandchildren. I was born the only daughter of a coalminer with six brothers,but one died at the age of 2 and another brother was killed down the pit at only 14yrs of age when I was very young this loss affected me deeply. Tony was a coalminer too for 28years then when the pit closed we moved to Scarborough to run a family seaside hotel until we retired. It was during my time at Scarborough that I became a prominent member of the Spiritualist church gaining certificates as a healer and then healing tutor and a Poet.
I had no great education so I see this writing as a blessing from God and a gift from Spirit and loved ones above who come around to inspire me. My poetry as brought great joy to me and I pray that all who read it will find the same joy and answers in the words I do, each time I read...
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MY DAD AND MEN LIKE HIM (Acrostic poem)
Robert Henry Farnsworth.
Raised by hard working folk,
Only to find that life's no joke,
Because he was sent down the mine at TEN,
Every shift spent, in that black hole of a den.
Resting after bathed in a tin,
Then eating a plate of his Mothers stew.
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He'd go to bed, and how the hours flew.
Each morning before daylight begun,
Never seeing the sun, to the pit he’d run.
Ready to face another long day,
Yearning to be able to just go and play!
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Friends too, were in the same boat,
All of them wearing a dirty old coat,
Raggy trousers with holes in the knees,
Not much protection in a winter breeze.
So together they clung emotionally,
With a camaraderie to last, eternally.
Only to be broken by a tragic end
Real old age, wasn't a friend.
Taken early by accident or miners cough,
Hard working, honest men, who had life rough!
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I was born a Coalminer's daughter,
I grew to be a Coalminer's mother,
And being a Coalminer's wife,
Only gave me strife,
Was giving birth to my coalminer's daughters!
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My Daddy went down the pit at 10years old, When the whistle blew he walked there not so bold, With long hours every day, He had no time for play, Then shift over he ran home too the fold! ~~~*^V^*~~~ Years later I had brother that was seen, Being killed down the pit aged fourteen, Going down that black hole Just for a lump of coal, To be taken away as if he'd never been. ~~~*^V^*~~~ Now I never heard my Daddy swear I know, And my brothers too bad words did never show, For if a lady was about, You'd hear all miners shout, "Hey! That's Pit Talk! Leave it down below!" ~~~*^V^*~~~ Yes! A Coalminer's daughter that is me, And if it wasn't for my sex then you would see Another miner true And if so I'm telling you I 'd haveg the best comrades there could be. ~~~*^V^*~~~ Yes! I'm glad I was a Coalminer's Daughter, I was happy at being a Coalminer's Mother, And being a Coal miner's Wife, Only gave me strife, At the birth of another Coalminer's daughter!
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(My Life's Lyrics to The Song... My first husband on the left here seen with Me & Tony was a Coal miner too... So I have also been a Coal Miner's Widow)
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MY FAMILY IN A CAKE
My Mam and Dad they brought us up right,
Running their home like ship that is tight,
Using a recipe similar to baking a cake
With the best ingredients they could take.
This recipe I have tried to use true!
In bringing my kids up the same way too,
And it doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
For all you need is free, by the score!
So now if I give this recipe to you,
I hope you treasure it like I do.
The first thing is an unlimited amount of love,
From you along with teachings, of God above
Using his loving directions to bake the cake,
Like greasing the pan making it ready to bake.
Yes! It's the love of God that holds it together,
With the temperature the same no matter the weather.
In heat or cold this pan will never crack,
While we let God support it along the track!
Now along with love, Guidance must be there too,
Ready always coming straight from you,
With some respect that holds just like an egg yolk,
Knowing when to set serious and when to joke!
Then discipline is the second most important thing,
It mustn't be runny or it will spoil everything,
It must be just firm enough to make the cake hold,
Then it will rise up lovely in the fold!
Then when fully cooked the last act of love,
Is to take it out, set it free, like birds above,
Free to fly, free to explore,
Free to pass on all they've learned before!
Free to follow on the pathway you led them to go,
With love of God inside them, to make them glow!
Then with this times coming you will look back and see,
All the wonderful goodness that's been baked by thee!
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MY FAMILY IN THE GARDEN
Tony's the grass though he's not so green,
He can dominate the outlook to be seen,
Treat him nice and feed him then you will find,
No pretty tempting weed will ever steel his mind!
Pat I'm the soil, very fertile with grit,
Full of good loam which I'll transmit,
To all who come feed so they can grow,
And ripen with goodness to be on show!
Robert he's a big colourful flowering bush,
Who looks strong but can so easily crush,
He always protects others that are weak
Yet green all around to show he is meek.
Jeannette is a poppy, with a blaze of red,
Who grows where people so often tread,
Though crushed she always blooms again,
To even smile with joy when in pain!
Deborah she's a bluebell, who is happy to be,
Working from home where the family can see,
Bells she has a plenty, that ring when glad,
Then play the blues to relate if other's feel sad!
So when I'm in the garden this is what I see,
My family growing all around me,
In every flower I see a face to give cheer,
Children and grandchildren I love so dear!
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They’re known as the Jerry Swinger’s
Because of their Jerry Hat Trick,
They’ve won all the competitions,
For there’s nobody they can’t lick!
Jimbo’ is really the sweetest tenor,
Curly’ he is the deepest bass
The others are all good singers
But it’s a pity about their face!
But they all swing when they rock
Shake a leg and do splits too,
Making everyone in the audience
Happy and no longer blue!
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But they are loved most of all,
When they just stand still with pride,
Singing loud the ‘Green Beret,
With emotions they can’t hide!
Then when they reach the finale,
The hats that they have got
Causes everyone to laugh out loud
Because they really are a pot!
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*Author Comment*
I wrote this about friends we have in Tenerife, who like us love singing, no piano's in pubs nowadays so we go to Karaoke.
Curly, Tony, Jimbo, Hodge, Freddie.
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