The following is taken from May’s edition of the Fakenham Beacon Magazine and reproduced here for wider access and allow people to pass on their own comments via the Blog. Written by Mr. Geoffrey Rose.
I was born in Quaker Lane Fakenham and attended Queen Road School. By School leaving age, the Second World war had started. In such uncertain times, further education was out of the question. After a period of working, at the age of 18, I received my call up papers to serve ‘King and Country’. I had my heart set on the Royal Navy. I passed medical fitness and aptitude tests and was sent home to await developments. Imagine my disappointment to receive instructions to report to a colliery in Yorkshire. I said good bye to the open Norfolk skies and reported as instructed, to the Guildhall in Doncaster and on to lodgings. What a culture shock for a young Norfolk lad. I could not appeal on health grounds because I had passed fit for the Navy. If I had refused to go down the mine the alternative was prison. My call up number ended with the dreaded number pulled out of Ernest Bevin’s hat.
The wages were £2.12 shillings per week out of which I paid £1.10 shillings for lodgings, bus fares to work, union dues and sick benefit all had to be paid. We were not supplied with working clothes and there were no charity shops in those days.My station was 3,150 feet down, then a walk of just over half a mile where I spent the shift alone, my only company was my Davey lamp and the mice. On the first training day, after the initial drop, we descended by ladders a further 350 feet to the ‘mad house’ - a shallow seam no more that 18 inches high. It was a relief not to be stationed there. In 1947 I was demobbed Army Class 60 and given a one way ticket to travel home with no gratuity, set of clothes etc. We were really written off with no acknowledgement from the Government or the public. Because we had no uniform, we were called skivers, conscientious objectors etc., Even the NAAFI refused us cups of tea.
My next great shock was on my first day home in Fakenham I visited the labour exchange - our jobs were not kept got us - I applied for work and was told, none too politely that there was no work for me, I should not have left the mines!
The hurt has weighed heavy on my mind to this day. I have been fortunate to be a member of the Bevin Boys Association, which not only proved a moral support but began the campaign for Government recognition. It is just over 60 years since the last Bevin Boy was demobbed, many Bevin Boys are no longer with us.
It was a delight and honour to be chosen to represent East Anglia at a special ceremony on March 25th 2008 first at the Dept. Business Enterprise and Regulatory Reform (BERR) in Victoria Street then across the to road to 10 Downing Street. I was allowed two guests plus my MP Norman Lamb. Mr Lamb attended both venues. There were 25 Bevin Boys present, plus Jimmy Saville and Brian Rix.

On entering 10 Downing Street we were in a large square reception hall with the often televised white fire place to the right of the door. We reached a reception hall and were offered a very nice buffet. The catering staff were very attentive but not intrusive. We were not hurried but at the appropriate time we were invited to enter the pillared room. The Bevin Boys sat on chairs - two rows, facing the centre of the room and guests sat on chairs. It was a occasion of excitement and anticipation. Was this really the time, 60- years after the event that Bevin Boys were to receive their official recognition?
One by one the names were called out and individually the Prime Minister, Gordon Brown presented each with his special badge. He made a very sincere speech which was much appreciated and he had a few words with each recipient and then shook hands with each guest.
The Prime Minister took his leave and a little later we too left No 10. What a memorable day! I am particularly grateful to all the media for their support and specially our MP Mr Lamb for taking interest and giving his time so willingly.
G. G. Rose