Coal Mine Orphans
By Allan Young © 2015
Online: March, 2015
Allan Ishmael Young(About the author: Allan Ishmael Young, of Lee County, Virginia originally, is a man of many hats, having done over a hundred things to make a living—all of which have served as grist for his writing mill. That mill has turned out over a hundred published books in all a genres, including seven engineering reference and college textbooks—as well as thousands of magazine and newspaper articles, starting with the first paid one while he was in sixth grade. A manufacturing engineer by education, he has served as an executive at several levels, including president, in manufacturing and publishing. He is a collegiate instructor, a lecturer to various groups, a worldwide consultant in three professions, with sidelines as a livestock judge and river boat captain—among other things. He is/was owner of a publishing company with five newspapers, a regional farm magazine, six rural, horse and nostalgia magazines, and a book publishing division.)
Please, Daddy, don't work in the mines, today,
For dreams have so often come true.
Please, Daddy, don't work in the mines today,
I never could live without you.
Ishmael Young had heard his father sing that song, in all of its sadness, hundreds of times. Beyond these lines of the repeated chorus, it went on to tell of a little girl's dream of a coal mine explosion, cave-in and fire, in which her father, and many others, were killed. It spoke of sweethearts and wives gathered around the mine drift mouth to see who had survived. None did, of course.