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Farmington Mine Disaster occurred on this date on November 20, 1968. This elegy is written in memory of the miners, their co-workers, the families, and communities impacted. I was first made aware of the disaster during the summer of 2014 as team of volunteers worked on the home of the wife of one of the miners who worked in the Consol No. 9 mine.
There were ninety-nine miners who tried
In the Consol Number 9
To earn their wage, punch the clock
Ride the slope, pick the rock,
Descend into the invisible fog
Released by the pile of Gog.*
Ninety-nine miners who worked inside
The Consol Number 9.
On the 20th day of November
The cold and the damp and the weather
Pushed the air down
To hang heavy inside
The Consol Number 9.
A blast shook the earth
As the third shift worked
Ignited the depths of the mine,
Trapped seventy-eight miners,
Farmington’s pride,
In the Consol Number 9.
Rescuers searched while their families prayed
Only 21 made it alive.
For a week they worked trying to find
The miners who were trapped inside.
Trapped inside but trapped alive,**
In the Consul Number 9?
Llewellyn belched a hellish smog***
It filled the valley with fog.
To stop the fire, they sealed the mine
With the seventy-eight miners inside
The Fathers and brothers,
Farmington’s pride,
In the Consol Number 9.
To this day, the families remember
That cold 20th day of November
The seventy-eight miners we worked beside,
The nineteen whom we never did find,
Our friends, our fathers, the brothers who died
In the Consol Number 9.
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*A mine’s Gog Pile is the coal mining rock refuse which may release hazardous methane gas.
**Though many held out hope that miners would be found alive, after the initial blasts not many felt any would have survived.
***Llewellyn is the mine shaft where the explosion exited.
Here’s a video I made several years ago which includes news media photos of the event along with my reading the poem.
Here credit notes and info for the photos:
* Number 1 fan shaft James Matish
* Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
* Rescue crew entering the mine, from NMHSA
* Miners rescued by a bucket photo by Bob Campione
* Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
* Coal miner testing for methane gas photo by John Brock
* From an article on 49th anniversary of the disaster by Brittany Murray/MetroNews
© Randall Edwards 2021
Outro music: Band of Ruhks, “Coal Minin’ Man” written by Mark Collie / Ronnie Bowman. Recorded live at Larry Fest on 2015-08-14 taped by: Tommy The Beard
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit backwardmutters.substack.com
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By Randall EdwardsFarmington Mine Disaster occurred on this date on November 20, 1968. This elegy is written in memory of the miners, their co-workers, the families, and communities impacted. I was first made aware of the disaster during the summer of 2014 as team of volunteers worked on the home of the wife of one of the miners who worked in the Consol No. 9 mine.
There were ninety-nine miners who tried
In the Consol Number 9
To earn their wage, punch the clock
Ride the slope, pick the rock,
Descend into the invisible fog
Released by the pile of Gog.*
Ninety-nine miners who worked inside
The Consol Number 9.
On the 20th day of November
The cold and the damp and the weather
Pushed the air down
To hang heavy inside
The Consol Number 9.
A blast shook the earth
As the third shift worked
Ignited the depths of the mine,
Trapped seventy-eight miners,
Farmington’s pride,
In the Consol Number 9.
Rescuers searched while their families prayed
Only 21 made it alive.
For a week they worked trying to find
The miners who were trapped inside.
Trapped inside but trapped alive,**
In the Consul Number 9?
Llewellyn belched a hellish smog***
It filled the valley with fog.
To stop the fire, they sealed the mine
With the seventy-eight miners inside
The Fathers and brothers,
Farmington’s pride,
In the Consol Number 9.
To this day, the families remember
That cold 20th day of November
The seventy-eight miners we worked beside,
The nineteen whom we never did find,
Our friends, our fathers, the brothers who died
In the Consol Number 9.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit backwardmutters.substack.com
*A mine’s Gog Pile is the coal mining rock refuse which may release hazardous methane gas.
**Though many held out hope that miners would be found alive, after the initial blasts not many felt any would have survived.
***Llewellyn is the mine shaft where the explosion exited.
Here’s a video I made several years ago which includes news media photos of the event along with my reading the poem.
Here credit notes and info for the photos:
* Number 1 fan shaft James Matish
* Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
* Rescue crew entering the mine, from NMHSA
* Miners rescued by a bucket photo by Bob Campione
* Unknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
* Coal miner testing for methane gas photo by John Brock
* From an article on 49th anniversary of the disaster by Brittany Murray/MetroNews
© Randall Edwards 2021
Outro music: Band of Ruhks, “Coal Minin’ Man” written by Mark Collie / Ronnie Bowman. Recorded live at Larry Fest on 2015-08-14 taped by: Tommy The Beard
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit backwardmutters.substack.com