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Written by John Macan
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Wednesday, 20 September 2006 |
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On one of these days
when it is not the wind
that is whispering softly my name
but something from a dream fragment
close by waiting.
On one of these nights
when the walls of the deep canyon
loom without warning,
I know I am as close as I will ever be
to breathing my last.
The chill in my neck
deep, too deep for my liking
thickens and spreads down,
my heaving chest
slowing to the surrender
of this final wave.
A predecessor of John Macan and his late Mum, one Robert Macan was one of three men who set up the Newry Bank in rivalry with Isaac Corry. Below is reproduced an image of a Three Guinea banknote drawn on this Bank.
According to this reckoning, how much was One Guinea worth during the Napoleonic Wars? And how much (to the nearest whole penny) would this translate to in our currency today? Answers on Guestbook, please!
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