I had an explanation of Class when small. Was out walking with my Grampa, a woman walked towards us on the pavement, so smart, fur coat , hat, heels, not seen in a mining village, she stsrted to speak but we kept walking, little later another woman walked towards us, I only knew of her as Florrie x , she was black, wore a mans dai cap, had sacking around her waist for an apron, an old shawl around her shoulders, wore mens working boots, was pulling a wooden trolley, I knew she went up to the tips every day digging for small coal. My Grampa stepped to one side for her to pass, raised his cap, greeted her ‘good morning Mrs x’ she nodded and went her way. I was baffled, asked him ‘ why did you greet Florrie and raised your cap but didn’t for Mrs x. His reply because she is lady and worthy of respect from the entire village. Puzzling.
Florrie x had married a man from the village in the war, he came back to work in the pit, he had a serious accident which left him bed ridden, there was an attempt to claim , turned down , a fellow worker lied, the husband of she in the fur coat, women in the mining village didn’t have fur coats, this woman bought hers after Florrie’s husband had the accident. She collected small coal, cut and sold firewood, nursed her husband . I accept my Grampa’s opinion of Class.