Mountain Year : Farm Woman

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Michael J Murphy writes [Mountain Year, Blackstaff ’64 ] of the woman on the farm of time ago.

‘On or off the tractor – in or out of the fields for good – she is still the woman who wielded the graip of four steel prongs to spread dung in the drills; who bend once at every yard of the same drill to drop (our vernacular for planting) seed potatoes from the ‘bag‘ …

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