Margaret McLoughlin
Page Nine
My grandfather was a lovely caring man. He could tell the weather by looking at the sky at night or deciding which direction the wind was coming from. My grandfather’s house was a céilí house, where the farms would drop in at night to chat about the news of the day. I usually went out with my mother each night, as she went to milk the cows and bake the bread as at that time, there was no woman in the house, just my uncle and grandfather.
