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A reader of this blog sent me this link.  It is a 2011 report on the economic benefits of the Fort Knox mine in Alaska.  Although the report is from 2011, it still presents some statistics worthy of note.  Here are some: (more…)

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We, the mining brats, when we were little ities, would hang onto the fence during break at Pinegrove Primary School in Springs, South Africa and watch the cars go by.  As mining brats we were more privileged and informed than the other kids.  They never saw magazines; they knew nothing of new cars; their clothes were of cheap cloth and bad cut; we had sturdy metal bicycles; our parents worked on the local mine, East Geduld. (more…)

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Today I did not work.  Instead I took a very old friend and his wife to the Britannia Mining Museum in winter.  It was a clear, sparkling day; cold but brisk; beautiful views out over the sound to the distant blue mountains.  (more…)

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An ordinary weekend preceding a Monday holiday.  And yet extraordinary if you think hard about it. (more…)

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Most mines have a place where the miners eat.  Let us celebrate the cooks at these places by telling of the many fine meals we have enjoyed in these mining canteens. In celebrating cooks at mining canteens, I also seek to describe a job in mining that most do not write about.  If you like cooking, then maybe a job at a mine canteen is for you. (more…)

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Growing up on the East Geduld Mine, a gold mine at the far east end of the South African Witwatersrand, we often went to play around the slimes dams and the pools of orange, green, and blue waters that dotted the landscape.   Our parent forbade us to go there, for there were stories of kids sliding into pools, drowning, or worse, being entombed in collapsing caverns in the slimes dams.  But that made our adventures all the more exciting. (more…)

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When I was young, growing up on a mine, East Geduld, in South Africa  I had the full set of puppets for a Punch & Judy show.  There was Punch with his curved nose and dropping hat.  Judy had a big floppy hat and an inane grin.  Recall the tragedy: they fight and Punch clobbers Judy to death dropping the baby along the way.  (more…)

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    The weekend looms.  Nothing serious to say about mining.  Thus here is something I found last night in my e-files while cleaning things up.   It is a mere set of personal recollections fo growing up on a mine in South Africa in the 1950s.  Enjoy it for what it is. (more…)

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Remembrance Day and I pay tribute to all soldiers and the miners they became.  I pay tribute by recalling what little I know of my father’s life as a soldier and as a miner.

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Tony Turtle Hampson, an Australian miner lives in a tent because he cannot afford a million dollar home.  In the Oppenheimer park in Vancouver lots of homeless people who cannot work in the mining industry are living in tents—and seeking permits to do so.  In Tennessee, a developer of million dollar homes mined the coal on the property before building the houses, and he is now in trouble—accused of mining without a permit. 

All these stories about miners, tents, and million dollar homes put me in mind of the mine houses I knew. 

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