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- A long time ago the bodies of two sailors were washed ashore in a little creek in Pulleen Harbour about a mile from my house. The creek was called "Cuadhas Árd". Like all sailors the name of their ship was written on their jerseys. The name that was written on their jerseys was "The Lhanehattan". The people that was living there in Gour at that time made graves for them on a sunny bench near the sea and buried them there. They marked their graves with two stones and that place ever since is call "the Lhanhattan".Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- My Grandmother who is 86 years old says that when she was a little girl the people didnt eat as often as they do now. The men always went to work in the field early in the morning before breakfast and the women skimmed a large pot of milk and put it on the hearth near the fire to heat while they milked the cows. The sour milk would be turned(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- Cáit Ní Néill