Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 1)
- Date
- 1938
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0485, Page 0057
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“Ora Wirus thruagh, but it was the ould people could tell the yarns.”
(continued from previous page)curious is cats over him, when none o' their childhre could look is nice is him.
Anyway its an ould sayin, that anything thats grudged is never lucky, an' sure enough it turned out ta be the case wit the Gilmartin's child. He was only turned three years or so, when the terriblesht change, that ever was came over him. He got is ugly is that no wan could bear ta look at him, an' he got is conthrary is that no wan could gwin ta the house or sthay in it for anymore than afew minnits, because o' the way he ushed ta bawl an' cry.
For twenty yhears afther there never came asingle change for the betther in him, they had docthor after docthor in ta see him, but the besht o' them couldn't even suggesht acure for his disease, for none o' them could tell fot was the matther even wit him.
The poor mother's heart was nearly broke with him, an' the father had become an ould man long before it was time for him. In all the yhears the had hadnt ganied the sthrength o' acat, an' he was no taller than the thongs an' if he gave then an hours pace from grunblin an' cryin since he was three yhears, it was about the lot o' it.
Every wan expected that be the end o' the twenty yhears, he'd surely die, for thy' couldn't think how he'd live much(continues on next page)