The Treadway's

I recall the days when Daddy would take the little Radio Flyer red wagon to the mines with him. He used it to haul his dynamite in, if my memory serves me right. The coal was so low that he would carry his lunchbucket in his teeth and crawl into the mines pulling the little red wagon with his charges and his little pick, which I assume what for digging the holes for the charges. I remember, even as a kid, thinking how difficult his job must have been. Seeing Coal made me appreciate even all the more all that he did to make a living for us, because I thought the program was quite scary. I do not know if I would have had the courage to work in the mines. When you try to put yourself in those men's shoes, you can kind of understand it when they say: You do what you gotta do! And even after terrible disasters, they go right back in and Do What A Man's Gotta Do to provide for his family. I do not know how the wives of miners have any peace at all if they do not know God.