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Voices from the Glens

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It was the wisest thing to do. There was no future where they were.
It was the wisest thin...
She gave birth to them all upstairs.
She gave birth to them...
Evicted to make way for sheep.
Evicted to make way fo...
It was the attractions of the big cities made him leave in the end.
It was the attractions...
He knew the start of the decline was coming.
He knew the start of t...
She often dreamed of a better life in the city at that Belfast sink.
She often dreamed of a...
He's gone now.
He's gone now.
She was always pleased to have visitors.
She was always pleased...
He never went anywhere without his coat.
He never went anywhere...
Her baking was something he always looked forward to.
Her baking was somethi...
His love of Magritte was too much for her.
His love of Magritte w...
Letters from relatives gave them hope about their new life abroad.
Letters from relatives...
The last goodbye.
The last goodbye.
She missed the wee ornament her youngest gave her.
She missed the wee orn...
The emigrants' reflection.
The emigrants' reflect...
It became a land framed by barbed wire and inescapable poverty.
It became a land frame...
Cured of their long term economic evils.
Cured of their long te...
The blood is strong.
The blood is strong.
The furthest from home she'd ever been was Aberdeen.
The furthest from home...
What happens to all that knowledge?
What happens to all th...
He knew it was time to make a fresh start and seek new opportunities.
He knew it was time to...
At least they wouldn't need to leave their memories behind.
At least they wouldn't...
  
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