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'I was sleeping in the little room off the kitchen and I could hear all the muffled sounds of the men carrying the coffin in through the kitchen'
There was always something happening in the village. The turf man came with a cartload of turf which we would buy but then we children had the awful job of bringing it into the shed as he would just empty it in the lane. How I loathed that job. …