{"id":4795,"date":"2020-06-01T14:03:03","date_gmt":"2020-06-01T18:03:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=4795"},"modified":"2020-06-01T14:05:12","modified_gmt":"2020-06-01T18:05:12","slug":"episode-56-eywood-part-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=4795","title":{"rendered":"EPISODE 56 EYWOOD …PART THREE"},"content":{"rendered":"
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EPISODE 56    EYWOOD  PART THREE   \u2026 SURPRISE VISIT 1960<\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/div>\n
May  2020<\/div>\n

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THE IRISH JOB COMES FIRST:<\/div>\n

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IRELAND IN SEPTEMBER 1960\u2026KNOCKMAHON MINE.  COULD IT BE REOPENED?   <\/div>\n
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RUINS OF THE MINE REMAIN TO THIS  DAY (2020) AS TOURIST DESTINATION  .  IN 1960 THAT WAS NOT THE CASE\u2026IT WAS<\/div>\n
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DR. JOHN STAM AND JOHN HOGAN\u2026ON WAY TO MINE SITE<\/div>\n
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IRELAND  WAS CHARMING IN 1960\u2026MUCH AS PICTURED IN THE FILM THE QUIET MAN.<\/div>\n

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What is that expression about ebb tide?  Shakespeare\u2019s  Julius Caeser where  Brutus  says\u2026.<\/div>\n

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There is a tide in the affairs of men.<\/span>
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;<\/span>
Omitted, all the voyage of their life<\/span>
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.<\/span>
On such a full sea are we now afloat,<\/span>
And we must take the current when it serves,<\/span>
Or lose our ventures.<\/span><\/div>\n

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I know this  may sound silly but I have often thought of those words<\/span><\/div>\n
when faced with an opportunity.  Either I grab the opportunity or I let <\/span><\/div>\n
it slip away.    In the summer of 1960 I had been trusted  to operate <\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
a Turam electromagnetic survey on an ancient mine site on the south<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
coast of Ireland.  A  place called  Bunmahon where copper had been <\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
mined in the19th century and there was just a chance the old mine could<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
be brought back to life. <\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n

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 I was  in the right place at the right time.<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n

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The previous summer four of us\u2026called  \u2018instrument men\u2019 \u2026who operated<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
a Turam job in south west Alaska near the Aleutian Chain.<\/span><\/font><\/span>   One man,  Bill Morrson,<\/span><\/div>\n
 knew how to set up<\/span><\/div>\n
the generator, base line,  read the console, etc. <\/span><\/font><\/span> I was  assigned to be his helper.  Bill taught me all the<\/span><\/div>\n
ins  and  outs of prospecting with the Turam.  The other two fellows,<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
Don Van Every and  Ian Rutherford also were instructed. That was<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
1959.  <\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n

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POLICE KEPT WATCH  ON OUR WORK<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n

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The following year much to my surprise i was the only person still around who had<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
operated the machine.   The other three guys had gone God knows where.<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
I was on the ebb tide\u2026riding high.  Entrusted  by Dr. Norman Paterson to<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
sleuth out the old  mine in Knockmahon,  County Waterford, Eire.  Dr. John<\/span><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Stam,  a professional geophysicist would interpret the Turam Readings. <\/span><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
John Hogan wold do the geology.  It<\/span><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
was  up to me to get the magnetic data<\/span><\/span>\u2026to make sure the Turam worked.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Ireland in 1960 was exactly as tourist  photos described.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Local newspaper arrived occasionally \u2026 as did police \u2026even the village priest\u2026all kept close eye on us.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cALAN,  DO YOUR REALLY NEED ALL THOSE EMPLOYEES?\u201d  Question raised by Canadian office.<\/div>\n

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MY BOSS IN CANADA, DR. NORMAN PATERSON WONDERED WHY SO  MANY MEN WERE HIRED.  THERE WERE GOOD<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
REASONS.  THIS IS  PAYDAY \u2026 PAID MEN WEEKLY AND GAVE BONUS OF CIGARETTES AND CHOCOLATE BARS.   YES,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
I WAS CRITICISED FOR THIS LARGESSE.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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MUCH MONEY WAS  SPENT IN KIRWIN\u2019S PUB.  MOST OF  THESE MEN WERE EMPLOYED BY US.  TERRIBLE NEED<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
FOR JOBS.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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I RENTED THIS OLD TRUCK A COUPLE OF TIMES.  NEEDED CRANK.  FLOORBOARDS HAD GAPS.<\/div>\n

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THIS IS THE TURAM\u2026E.M. UNIT AT WORK IN AN IRISH WHEAT FIELD.<\/div>\n

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IF WE HIT HIGH READINGS  WE OCCASIONALLY HAD MEN DIG PITS DOWN TO BED ROCK.<\/div>\n
LOTS OF MYSTERY AS A REJULT OF SOME OF THESE EXCAVATIONS SUCH AS  THE <\/div>\n
DEAD COW CAPER \u2026LED TO DISCOVERY OF OLD MINE ADIT FROM 1850\u2019S.<\/div>\n

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June, July and August\u2026I did  my job.  Tried not to let anyone  down.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
This  was  a big responsibility which  I took very seriously.  There was a<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
social side of <\/span>the<\/span> job as well like A pint   of<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Gjuinnes  each night with Dr. Stam and John Hogan in Kirwin\u2019s [ub<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
helped  all of us relax.  We hired the whole village. I will explain <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
that in future episodes.  Perchance a  few readers of these episodes<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
saw the John Wayne, Maureen Ohara,  Barrie Fitzgerald  movie titled<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
\u2018The Quiet Man\u201d\u2026an  imaginary story about Ireland that was  damn<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
near true.  Surprised.  Joyful. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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When the job ended.  The Ebb tide came once more  I made a fast<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
decision without prompting.  After crating up the mining equipment<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
and  shipping it ask to Canada.  I set sail  on the EBB tide for<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
England.  This was my chance to see if EYWOOD  REALLY EXISTED.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Truth be told I had no idea where I was going.  Eywood was in Herefordshire<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
England.  First I had to get there.  If I failed I would  still fly home.  Just a few<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
days later than Dr. Paterson expected.  My job was over anyway.  Fast <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
decision to catch that Ebb Tide to Eywood.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Perhaps my journal entries are the best way to describe this<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
adventure.  Remember I was going almost blind but not totally.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
I had a name\u2026Cyril Griffiths whose mother Polly had been in<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
constant letter writing contact with my grandmother from 1905 until<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
her death in 1954.  And I had  a name\u2026Lower Wooten Farm somewhere<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
in Herefordshire, perhaps close to Eywood.  Eywood itself was<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
a <\/span>blank.   The Estate, to my knowledge, had been put up for auction<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
and then demolished.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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 Why go there at all?  There was a sense of<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
mystery about the estate and just a chance that the estate gardens\u2026<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
where Granddad was head gardener for a decade\u2026just a chance <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
that huge brick walled garden was intact.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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JOURNAL<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Sunday September 4, 1960<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Bunmahon,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
County Waterford,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Southern Ireland<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Packing up the job.   Has been an exciting time.  Mr. and Mrs. Daye presented  me with two<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
figurines.  Mrs. Kennedy,  the village leader, gave me a fine tablecloth.  Tommy gave Me a nice<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
bottle of Guiness Stout.   <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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CRATED EQIPMENT \u2026 BIG RESPONSIBILITY FOR ME\u2026FLATTERED TO BE TRUSTED.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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In the afternoon I hired Barney Dwan to help crate up our equipment.  Very sad to leave.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Barney has been my right hand man.  Later Dr. John Stam and I drove to Tramore for a<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
fast game of mini golf and a meal of fish and chips topped off with a bottle of Bass Ale.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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I am going to miss all in the village.  Managed to hire quite a few of them so became a<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
major employer paying them one pound  a day plus free packs of Wild Woodbine cigarettes<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
and chocolate bars.   Back in Canada, Dr. Norman Paterson wondered why I needed so many<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
employees. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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THE SOUTH COAST OF IRELAND IS DOTTED WITH HISTORIC RUINS<\/div>\n

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HERE ARE THREE OF THE BOYS TAKING A REST.  THE CATTLE HAD TO BE PREVENTED FROM EATING OUR GROUNDED<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
CABLE\u2026BUT COULD NOT BE STOPPED.  LITTLE BALLS OF COPPER WIRE WERE VOMITTED\u2026OR PASSED.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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THIS YOUNG BOY WAS HIRED TO GUARD OUR GROUNDING RODS AND GENERATOR FROM<\/div>\n
CATTLE AND SEMI WILD PIGS.   HE TOOK THE JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. CAMPED THERE.<\/div>\n

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 \u201cCost of labour here is so cheap\u2026. ten men amounts to less than cost of <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
one man in Canada.   And I need ten men to protect our base line for the cattle keep eating<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
chunks of the cable then regurgitating balls of yellow sheathed copper wire.  Try to stop<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
this from happening.   Also need a man to lift me over the stone and brier fences.  Sounds<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
stupid, I know but these fences are a nightmare.  Danger that a bull would charge and I cannot<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
get away with console, battery pack, copper coil, record book, etc.  Need another two men<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
to protect our grounding points and tend the motor generator.  Then need two linecutting<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
crews\u2026etc. etc.  Want more Dr. Patterson\u201d  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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 Barney Dwan told me a story about a nun crossing<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
an open field.  All they found of her were her shoes with her feet in them.  Semi wild hogs<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
got her.   Not sure I believe this  story.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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I will miss all these men.  Just  getting to know all their names and meeting<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
their families and now we are packing up the gear.   I will also miss Kirwin\u2019s pub in the<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
evenings.  Quite a  social hub.  It does not take long to develop at taste for Guiness.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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MONDAY SEPTEMBER 5, 1960<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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We finished  crating all  the equipment  and made arrangements with Frank Kirwin to <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
transport the crates to Waterford. Seemed  like all was ready.  Not so.  I could<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
not find my return tickets home\u2026flight.  Panic.  Mrs. Kennedy helped\u2026no luck<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
so she called a great group of the villagers to her home.  Why?  Seemed  strange<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
to me as well.  \u201cMaster Skeoch has lost his tickets home.  He needs our help.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
There were about  a dozen people gathered in the sitting room. Some got down <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
on their knees and prayed.  Others held hands in a circle.  Then Mrs. Kennedy did<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
the strangest thing. She reached in the pile of records, papers, graphs,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
waste paper and pulled out my tickets\u2026one reach only.  I know this sounds far<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
fetched  but it was real.  After that I took a family photo of the Kennedys.   Bridey, my<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
maid (yes, I had a maid) presented  me with an Irish handkerchief.  You remember<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Bridey\u2026she was the person who yanked the covers off me while inked and<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
announced \u201cTime for Mass, Master Skeoch\u201d and made certain I attended even if<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
I was a Presbyterian.  Because of her we did not work on Sundays as we did<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
on bush jobs in Canada.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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THIS IS THE KENNEDY FAMILY.  MRS. KENNEDY RAN THE VILLAGE REALLY.  SHE HAD THE ONLY STORE IN TOWN.  HER SON<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
GERALD WAS  HANDICAPPED AS  YOU MIGHT NOTICE.  HE FOLLOWED ME AROUND AND WAS A JOY.  THEIR LABRADOR DOG<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
WAS TRAINED TO KEEP GERALD FROM WANDERING INTO THE SEA.  MR. KENNEDY WAS A  FARMER.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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The boys all  came to see me off.  Very sad farewell, This  has been a big<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
adventure for everyone including me.  Would it mean the rebirth of the village?<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
That would remain to be seen.  (It did  not happen)<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Tommy, Frank and  I drove to Waterford in the old truck.   Met John Stam<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
and John Hogan.  Picked up newspaper that had featured our crew and<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
the attempt to reopen the old  Knockmahon mine.  Then I  caught the<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
train to Dublin and road in the first class compartment\u2026like John Wayne<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
did in the The Quiet Man movie. Seemed I had been reliving that movie.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1960<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Woke early and  enjoyed the full tourist breakfast\u2026several eggs, sausages, rasher of bacon,<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
fried tomato, marmalade and triangles of toast\u2026then coffee.   Viisited Arbuckle, Smith<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
and Company to finalize arrangements  with KLM airline for my flight home.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Then went shopping in the rain.  Portable clock,27 shillings, <\/span>sixpence;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Sweater for Marjorie, 3 pounds, 10 shillings; three fake shillalahs , 40 shillings;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
2 pints of  Guiness, 2 shillings;  gifts for Kevin Behan and family, 10  shillings.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Rented a slide projector and showed slides of Bunmahon job to the Behan<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
family who had hosted me so well in Dublin.  Kevin became name of our first son<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
in distant future \u2026 named after Kevin Behan.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
  Back to hotel late\u2026deep sleep\u2026too deep as it happened.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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WEDNESDAY , SEPTEMBER 7, 1960<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Late awakening.  Alarm clock did not work.  Had a hell of a rush to make the<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
ferry boat to England.  Miss that boat and  all my plans to visit Eywood Estate<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
would  be ruined.  \u201cCan you get me to the docks fast?\u201d, I asked the <\/span>taxi and<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
we speeded through the streets of Dublin.  Made it by skin of my teeth.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Boat trip was  <\/span>uneventful but nice.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Where was I going?  I really did  not know.  Caught a train out to Herefored which<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
seemed a good place to start since Eywood was in Herefordshire.  What to do<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
in Hereford? I looked  up the name of Cyril Griffiths in the telephone book.  Felt<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
lost really.  The train platform emptied.  I was almost alone.  Almost.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
\u201cCan I help you son?\u201d, asked a well dressed older man.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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STRANGE EVENT HAPPENED:  \u201cYes, you can help maybe.  I am looking for<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Cyril Griffiths who lives  at Lower Wooten Farm somewhere in Herefordshire.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Just saying that made me realize this venture was really stupid. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cI know Cyril<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Griffiths and know Lower Wooten Farm,  perhaps  I can give you a  lift there\u2026near<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
the village of Almely\u2026some distance from here.  I am the local bank  manager<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
for Cyril.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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CYRIL AND NANCY GRIFFITHS.  NEAR RELATIVES.  THEY OPERATED OATCROFT FARM ON THE EYWOOD ESTATE UNTIL THE<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
ESTATE  WAS BROKEN UP.  THEN THEY OPERATED  LOWER WOOTEN FARM PICTURED BELOW.  WONDERFUL PEOPLE.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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What a surprise.  The whole Grifiths family were expecting me.  Mom had sent them<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
a letter that maybe I would arrive in early September.  Shy greetings.  Cyril and<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Nancy Griffiths, aunt Polly, and their son David who was about 14 years old.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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HERE THE WHOLE GRIFFITHS FAMILY IS OUT FOR A FORMAL PICTURE.  OUR PATHS  WOULD CROSS MANY TIMES<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
FROM 1960 TO THE PRESENT.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
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THIS PICTURE IS BACKWARDS  BUT GIVES GOOD VIEW OF LOWER WOOTEN FARM.  PICTURE WAS TAKEN ON A SUBSEQUENT<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
VISIT.  MARJORIE IN DOORWAY.  ON THAT TRIP WE CAUGHT A HEDGEHOG ONE EVENING\u2026IT CURLED UP LIKE A BOWLING BALL<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
SO WE BOWLED WITH IT A FEW TIMES THEN IT TRUNDLED AWAY TO THE FENCEROW.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Lower Wooten Farm was  a storybook farm.  Built in the 16th century and designated an <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
historic building that could not be  changed.   The Farm was wonderful.  A bed was ready.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
The floors were uneven.  The ceiling was held up by oak  beams.  The roof was ancient<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
slate.  (SEE PICTURE)<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 8, 1960<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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Beautiful day in a wonderful  setting. Young  David took me around the farm where we<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
helped Cyril debeak turkeys so they would not cannibalize each other I assumed.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
Then Cyril drove us into Eardislely, a quaint black  and white 16 th century village.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
In the afternoon we  drove to a farm auction near Leominster.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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EYWOOD AS IT REMAINS TO THIS  DAY\u2026A RUIN.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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\u201cAlan, I expect you <\/span>will want to see Eywood.  Not much to see anymore.  The great<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
house has been demolished\u2026just a few brick walls  and the stone entranceway remain.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
but your grandfathers place is intact\u2026the gardens were bought by Henry Mills.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n
I know him well.  He will be glad to see you.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n

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