A local called Harry Diamond
“Apparently there had been a storm and the roof had blown in while [Harry] was lying in bed, and Jack said, “you’ll have to come down and see him” […] There was an earthen floor, there was a bed and a white wee table and a chair [in Harry’s house], and that was about it’.
Well I made the acquaintance of Harry that day and Jack got the house fixed up and he moved back into it again and he survived. […] he lived quietly and kept to himself and survived until eventually he went into hospital.”
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