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Sylum Snippet #6
It was hard for Timmy to believe that his da had been gone now for 4 years. It just wasn't the same for the family with him gone.
He'd taught all the boys and the girls too when mam wasn't looking, to shoot straight, to listen to the land when it spoke to you, and to read and to write. He was proud that he could do both and wanted all of his childern to be able to do the same.
Long winter nights were spent around the hearth, each with their handwork to do, listening to the stories that Da spun about Scotland. Timmy had been a young lad when they left for America, and only remembered snips of it. Da's stories helped to cement the memories deep into him soul.
He'd taught all the boys and the girls too when mam wasn't looking, to shoot straight, to listen to the land when it spoke to you, and to read and to write. He was proud that he could do both and wanted all of his childern to be able to do the same.
Long winter nights were spent around the hearth, each with their handwork to do, listening to the stories that Da spun about Scotland. Timmy had been a young lad when they left for America, and only remembered snips of it. Da's stories helped to cement the memories deep into him soul.