July, 1926, Wednesday 14

At about 12 this morning, Fr. Pat, Mám and myself took a boat up the river. We passed by the Cappoquin Bacon Factory, where 400 pigs are killed every week, and it was horrible to hear the poor pigs squealing. The weather was sweltering all…

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July, 1926, Friday 16

I only stay for 8 Mass now, and don’t stay for the Mission sermon, as otherwise I would have no time for study. As I was working in the garden this morning, I heard the poor pigs squealing in the bacon factory all the time….

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July, 1926, Tuesday 20

Didn’t go to Mass, but began with piano. We got a card from Nannie saying that she had acute sciatica for the past week, and could not come. It was awfully hard on her, she has such a frugal and self-denying life. So Mám immediately…

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