ABSTRACT
I am a native of Caerphilly, South Wales, the son of a miner and a miner myself until ill health stopped me. All I remember of the 1921 strike, I was six years old then, was going with my mother to a house at the end of a row of houses, and a man stood inside on the garden with a big boiler full of soup kept hot with a big coal fire. He took my mother’s pint jug and scooped up this soup. That was fed to me and a younger brother. My mother got nothing. When I look back we were really starving. But there was worse to come.
