August, 1926, Thursday 26

A rather cheerless day for my last in Dunmanway, so did no work, but went hunting instead. Tiny, one of our retinue of dogs, killed a fine rabbit inside in a ditch, so we came home for the third time in triumph. Went for a…

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August, 1926, Friday 27

A few days ago when Mám came home late in the night, she was told by our neighbour Miss Walsh that people were trying to break in, and the door was crushed in one part. All last night we heard things falling etc. and in…

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