Hi Kevin, what a wonderful story. As I read what many would perceive as a mundane note about eggs, I was reminded of a different world:
Until the early 1970s, it was common for Irish farming families to rear a few turkeys for the Christmas market. The farmers used to kill the turkeys themselves and the farmer's wives cleaned them.
Most had a sibling somewhere in Britain. The farmers wives used to sew a hessian sack around a turkey, write the name and address of the sibling in Britain onto the sack, and take it to the post office. That unrefrigerated parcel of fresh turkey was transported to Dublin to catch the night mailboat to Holyhead where it was sorted on a mail train and, more often than not, delivered to the recipient that day. Total time in transit was 24 hours, although to some more remote spots it might take 36 hours.
Your stories are wonderful. I love seeing a new post in my inbox. Honestly the best stuff I've ever read.
Hi Kevin, what a wonderful story. As I read what many would perceive as a mundane note about eggs, I was reminded of a different world:
Until the early 1970s, it was common for Irish farming families to rear a few turkeys for the Christmas market. The farmers used to kill the turkeys themselves and the farmer's wives cleaned them.
Most had a sibling somewhere in Britain. The farmers wives used to sew a hessian sack around a turkey, write the name and address of the sibling in Britain onto the sack, and take it to the post office. That unrefrigerated parcel of fresh turkey was transported to Dublin to catch the night mailboat to Holyhead where it was sorted on a mail train and, more often than not, delivered to the recipient that day. Total time in transit was 24 hours, although to some more remote spots it might take 36 hours.
That is wonderful, Pascal. What a great system - and they didn't even have to pay for Amazon Prime to get it!
Looks like Sam might have been shearing practice! Great story, loved reading it.