Cofiwch Aberfan

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Yesterday marked the 55th anniversary of the Aberfan disaster. I had recently started secondary school that year and we had a weekly charity collection in our form meeting in the morning before lessons began. The usual collection was a handful of copper - ha'pennies, pennies at best; but the day we collected for Aberfan, the amount of money in the pot was several orders of magnitude greater than the usual shrapnel in the pot. I used to have the figures in my head, but time and age have succeeded in denying such exactitude. I think the event resonated with us and our parents particularly because it was our generation of children particularly who were swept up in the appalling events of that day.

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  1. Joe Stoner24 October 2021 at 07:11

    I was on a Geology field trip in 1988 and when our coach, unexpectedly, passed Aberfan ALL us tetosterone charged young men (YEAH NO women on our Civ Eng course!!) fell silent. I now know what a reveal is and I've wondered if our geology lecturer (VV wise man who gave me one of the best bit of advice about geology: The Earths crust is just like the crust on a rice pudding") planned it to be so; I now think he did!
    Thank goodness chunks of slate will only avalanche under extreme "wobbles of the crust"!!!:(

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  2. Joe Stoner26 October 2021 at 00:28

    SO sobering seeing Aberfan on a sign post only a couple of miles away from my daughter's abode. Will definitely take Kids & Gkids to show respect soon as I have a car that the RAC treat properly!:(((

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