The Pit

A Memory of Skellow.

I was born in Skellow, 1 George Street. My dad, grandad and uncle worked at the pit; my dad and grandad in the power house. I spent many happy days there sitting behind the big table with me dad, grandad and uncle. I blew the pit whistle a few times. I remember all the cats; we used to take one home. My mates swimming in the res., close to pit. I had my hair cut many times there, with the old cutters. I used to take me dad fish & chips from local fish shop. Many times I found him asleep... but he did work 7 days a week all is life.