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- "A Lone Bush"
One day when my father was small he and my aunt were herding cows.
In the filed there was a "lone bush". Father was away doing some tomboy tricks and while he was away my aunt got a stick and started to scrape mould around the "lone bush". I suppose she was going to make mud-pies.
Well, every time she moved the stick turned up either a half-crown or a 2p piece.
Well, she kept at it for a while and she got so excited that she called father but when he arrived she could turn up no more half-crowns or two-shlling bits.
It might have been a dream only for my aunt had a handful of coins.
that is nearly half a century ago but my father says it surely happened. It happened in Corraleehan in the town-land of Coragh.Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- Ita Mc Hugh