Not to Australia but up to Tarentum and down into a coal mine. As the tour began Linda and I had similar reactions: did we really want to do this?
But it turned out to be fascinating. The hard part was going down to the mine. Getting into the little train cars was not a great thing for us ladies of a certain age; getting out was worse. You don’t really feel like you’re going down, the grade isn’t very steep, but it was a long bumpy ride, and they say we went a half mile below ground. An old miner, older than us, explained the coal mining process and showed us how it changed over the years. What a terrible, dangerous job it was a hundred years ago. It’s hard to imagine that conditions in Eastern Europe were worse than working in a mine; that miner’s work was attractive to them.
There is also a museum with a broad collection of ephemera from the early 1900s. I found an etching of Pittsburgh in 1905 and saw, for the first time, a drawing of Grant’s Hill.It’s in there behind the downtown buildings.
A Hollywood stage set entry to the mine. It was all so old it had a kind of authenticity, even though it was only a facade.
This log cabin belonged to the mine owner’s father (?) and was moved to the site.