It's a beautiful day with the sun just rising up from the horizon. Lush, greenfields, and the sound of farm life emerging from the from across the cottage. Many of the household wives have tea to brew, buns to bake, and some have children to wake. Husbands are up and getting ready to go to the docks, fields, barns, or off to the carpenter sites. As the day begins, young ones play out in the yard as the older ones watch them while helping with household chores. For the rest of us, the young, unmarried, and alone tend to our own farmlands, fields, and as well as home chores. It's simple life.
The names Brenden Quinn. I belong to the '
young, unmarried, and alone'
lot. Everything I have was past down from me grandda before he passed.
