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Read this below....What a story.....thank you Grandaman

Dear Sir,
I believe that WORTHINGTON, ROBERT FRANKLIN Pilot Officer J/17985 25/06/1943 Unknown Royal Canadian Air Force Canadian Panel 178. RUNNYMEDE MEMORIAL was the 'Bob' Worthington that was engaged to be married to my mother Margery Doreen Emery. The church had been booked for July 1943 but as you can see Bob was killed the previous month. My mother was only 18 when this happened and was in the WAAF herself, she was home on leave in Coventry the night of the big raid on that city and was hiding under the kitchen table when the front of the house was blown off in Daventry Road. My mother died in 2011 after a long struggle with Alzheimers. She always talked of Bob and I have only recently (this week) found some photos of Bob Worthington and his crew.
My Mum obviously loved Bob Worthington very much but I suppose it was lucky for me that this tragedy happened as I adored my father who she married in 1948.
Kind Regards
PJ Cormack

The first song that plays on the site, is about this disaster.

THE TRIMDON GRANGE COLLIERY EXPLOSION

Mining disasters and colliery explosions were a feature of life in the coal mining days of County Durham history The Trimdon Grange Colliery Explosion which took place ion February 16 1883 is especially famous because it was recorded in a song by the County Durham Pitman poet Tommy Armstrong of Tanfield Lea, North West Duham(1848-1920). Tommy's song was composed to raise money in aid of the widows and orphans.

Let us not think of tomorrow,
Lest we disappointed be;
All our joys may turn to sorrow,
As we all may daily see.
Today we may be strong and healthy,
But how soon there comes a change
As we may learn from the explosion.
That has been at Trimdon Grange.

Men and boys left home that morning.
For to earn their daily bread.
Little thought before that evening
That they'd be numbered with the dead;
Let us think of Mrs Bumett,
Once had sons but now has none.
By the Trimdon Grange explosion.
Joseph George and Tames are gone.

 
February left behind it
What will never be forgot;
Weeping widows, helpless children,
May he found in many a cot,
Homes that once were blest with comfort,
Guarded by a father's care,
Now are solemn, sad and gloomy,
Since the father is not there.

 
Little children, kind and and loving,
From their homes each day would run
Far to meet their father's coming,
As each hard day's work was done.
Now they ask if father's left them.
Then the mother hangs her head
With a weeping widows feelings.
Tells the child that father's dead."

 
God protect the lonely widow,
Help to raise each drooping head;
Be a father to the orphans,
Never let them cry for bread.
Death will pay us all a visit,
They have only gone before;
We may meet the Trimdon victims
where explosions are no more.

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