|Erie Proffit born 1939 Sutton in Ashfield.
My father did not work at Summit, he worked at Crown Farm.
I worked at Silverhill but the wages were better at Summit, so I got a job at Summit and I worked there for 10 years, until it closed.
Summit was the best pit that I ever worked at because everybody knew everybody and helped if needed. If you went down the pit and sat down in the high main seam and everything was quiet you could hear the trains going on the tracks overhead.
One morning I got on the chair to go down the pit and Arthur Noon, who was the banksman, "owd' on a minutes Mr Smith's coming, under manager" and I called him by his first name (which I think was John) because I knew him from working at Silverhill. He said to me "John's done now Eric, it's Mr Smith to you" I said right'o gaffer and after that I always called him gaffer, never Mr Smith.
We used to use No sew to patch our trousers for work. One day I was ripping some trousers to patch the pair that I was supposed to be wearing and when I looked I had ripped the pair that I was supposed to be patching.
There used to be small holdings at the top of Edward Street and there used to be a man who used to go round with his horse and cart selling fruit which he grew there. He was always shouting "apples a pound, pears, " he worked at Summit and so did his sons
My grand father was Dick Foster and he had a business transporting bricks and coal from Summit. Most of the bricks from the Summit brick yard were transported by Foster brothers. He had 5 lorries. 3 were used to deliver coal and the other 2 were used for leading bricks from the brick yard.
On Sundays during the war they used to take ashes to the airfields for the runways for planes.
Bricks were also taken to the builder's yard for the building of nissan huts and for making tunnels in Sherwood Forest.
I worked for my granddad and we used to deliver to miners in Nottingham and I earned more money in tips from the miners than I got in wages.