My definition of the black country was connected to the coat seam and heavy industry of the region.Near to where we lived was Dudley & Dowells who made drain covers and chain, in fact the whole of Cradley was a very industrialised area of chain makers and various furnaces.That evening, several of the plotters were injured by an accidental explosion which occurred while they were drying powder in front of an open fire.
Everyone I meet down south calls me a "brummy" which drives me mental! Whenever I tell them that there is a huge difference between Birmingham and the Black Country they just think I am making some kind of racist comment!!I don't think they realise that it is as offensive as me telling some posh dude that has grown up in Chiswick, that they are a Cockney!The Blackcountry is where a Blackcountry man says it is an woe betide anybody who says any different Described as the Blackcountry but full of the most colourful characters that yow would ever waant ter meet includin me a Quarry Bonker I was born in Sedgley in 1946 and lived at the shop, 1 Temple St.Lower Gornal until 1948 when my parents bought a shop in Dudley Wood.My mother Rachel ran this shop until she died in 1959 and then my life changed completely.
Does anyone remember my family, my brothers are David and George.The region also has its celebrated links with historical events - Moseley Old Hall was where King Charles II hid after his defeat at the Battle of Worcester in 1651.The Black Country played its part in the Gunpowder plot.It's said that the Black Country gained its name in the mid-nineteenth century from the smoke from the many thousands of ironworking foundries and forges.Other theories mention the abundance of coal in the region - the working of the shallow and 30ft thick seams.i am 25 and am proud to be from Cradley Heath, when at uni in Truro Cornwall i was constently correcting locals that i was not a brummie, and once again the pull of the black country has me grounded and the Black Country accent is still going strong I really know as i work in Netherton at the Public Hall Where’s the Black Country By E. He aye never swung a sledge, smacked a dolly or linked a chain, Or slerked his thirst in the Bulls yed or the Annie lie. Oya, why did they stick the pig on the wall me Black Country Mon.