I was interested in finding out what my Victorian female ancestors were doing during the 1800’s. Most were married to coal miners in the Durham Coalfield, but I wanted to know more about their lives.
Born in the first half of a very grim century for the working classes, probably married in the middle of it and possibly dying before the century ended, my female ancestors lived through a significant period of labour and women’s history. However, as a result of their gender, status and generation these women were mostly illiterate for the whole of their lives and therefore unable to leave written documentation on which to build their story.
There is also very little written evidence about them, so to tell their stories I turned to family history research and the unwitting testimony found in men’s records, alongside mandatory Government records.
In 2000 I began studying for a Masters degree in History at the University of Teesside and was delighted when I found it had a focus on family and local history. This was my opportunity to write my female ancestors into local and national history. These women hadn’t been written out of history, they had simply never been written into it.
When I was considering a topic for my final dissertation, I decided to focus on the female relative whose history I knew best. The story of Hannah Porter, my paternal great, great grandmother had been kept alive by my grandmother. She would tell me of her own childhood, and spoke of her parents and grandmother, Hannah. She also showed me belongings, handed down from Hannah. From this I was able to build Hannah’s story and, by extension, paint a picture of how women in her situation would have lived.
Born into a County Durham coal mining family, Hannah went on to marry a coal miner and had seven children. The life of a coal miner’s wife was far from easy and it made sense for miners to marry the daughters of the industry. Such families often lived in poor conditions, with a husband who worked long hours and who would often come home to sleep when the rest of the household was still working.
The logistics of organising this complex home-life fell to the woman. She was required to provide the men of the house with a hot meal before they left for the pit, and another hot meal and hot bath when they returned. Due to the pattern of shifts this could be at any time of day or night, and often there was more than one miner to provide for. This was all made more difficult by the lack of running water to their colliery cottages.
All of the above was carried out alongside the usual routine of household chores, collecting water, baking bread and making meals, resulting in a relentless system of drudgery often lasting far longer than a miner’s 12-hour shift.
Mining families are noted in the records for moving house regularly, and the women were frequently required to pack up their homes and leave behind a support network of friends, family and neighbours and start again in a new location. Their new lives could be in a nearby town or village, or they could be forced to move miles away to another county. There are many instances of families with numerous children, each child being born in a different place.
Despite being left at home to bring up her children on her own for six years whilst her husband was away in Australia looking for work, Hannah’s determination and hard work made sure that her family thrived, it also gave her an opportunity to develop into a strong woman able to make decisions for herself in a man’s world. These changes were obvious in how Hannah lived the rest of her life. Her spirit and determination is something I believe is shared by a great number of women of the 19th century mining communities. And by examining her life, and placing it in the historical context of Durham coal mining communities of the time, I believe I have been able to paint an accurate portrait of the everyday lives of these women.
Women like Hannah who made valuable contributions to their communities and mining history were only considered important by their families, their stories haven’t been told, until now.
By Margaret Hedley