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[(An Old Woman's Reflections )] [Author: Peig Sayers] [Mar-1978]
Storytelling kept alive the myths, legends and history of the Blasket Islands. In her old age, Peig Sayers, recounted her life to her son who recorded the tale in this book. She recalls the events of her life and her simple philosophy in a moving poetic style. Such everyday tasks as collecting turf for roots, catching and eating seals, and preparing for a wake are depicted alongside such momentous events as drownings at sea, pilgrimages, and the spread of the news of the Easter uprising in 1916. There were 'clouds of sorrow', but helping to lift them was the friendship she found in the community, which 'was like a little rose in the wilderness'. The Blasket Islands are three miles off Irelands Dingle Peninsula. Until their evacuation just after the Second World War, the lives of the 150 or so Blasket Islanders had remained unchanged for centuries. A rich oral tradition of story-telling, poetry, and folktales kept alive the legends and history of the islands, and has made their literature famous throughout the world. The 7 Blasket Island books published by OUP contain memoirs and reminiscences from within this literary tradition, evoking a way of life which has now vanished.
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9 books30 followersSeanchaí agus dírbheathaisnéisí Éireannach ab ea í Peig Sayers (1873 - 1958).
Tháinig Peig Sayers ar an saol i nDún Chaoin, baile beag i gContae Chiarraí, Éire. Phós sí Pádraig Ó Gaoithín ón mBlascaod Mór, agus d'aistrigh sí ansin leis. Ní raibh léamh ná scríobh aici, ach seanchaí den scoth ab ea í. Ba dual athar di é, nó nuair a bhí sí óg, chluineadh sí na mílte scéalta agus eachtraí á n-insint ag a hathair agus é ag déanamh airneáin le fir an bhaile. Dheachtaigh sí a cuid scéalta do Sheosamh Ó Dálaigh ó Choimisiun Bealoideasa Eireann. Tá cáil uirthi de bharr a dírbheathaisnéise, Peig. B'é a mac, Micheál, a bhreac an scéal síos uaithi, agus foilsíodh an leabhar sa bhliain 1936. Tá an leabhar ar bharr a theanga ag gach duine a thóg scrúdú Gaeilge na hArdteistiméarachta.
Bhí Peig Sayers ina conaí ar an oileán go dtí an bhliain 1953, nuair a tréigeadh na Blascaodaí ar fad. Bhog sí go dtí ospidéal an Daingin. Fuair sí bás ansin sa bhliain 1958, agus tá sí curtha i reilig Dhún Chaoin.
Tháinig Peig Sayers ar an saol i nDún Chaoin, baile beag i gContae Chiarraí, Éire. Phós sí Pádraig Ó Gaoithín ón mBlascaod Mór, agus d'aistrigh sí ansin leis. Ní raibh léamh ná scríobh aici, ach seanchaí den scoth ab ea í. Ba dual athar di é, nó nuair a bhí sí óg, chluineadh sí na mílte scéalta agus eachtraí á n-insint ag a hathair agus é ag déanamh airneáin le fir an bhaile. Dheachtaigh sí a cuid scéalta do Sheosamh Ó Dálaigh ó Choimisiun Bealoideasa Eireann. Tá cáil uirthi de bharr a dírbheathaisnéise, Peig. B'é a mac, Micheál, a bhreac an scéal síos uaithi, agus foilsíodh an leabhar sa bhliain 1936. Tá an leabhar ar bharr a theanga ag gach duine a thóg scrúdú Gaeilge na hArdteistiméarachta.
Bhí Peig Sayers ina conaí ar an oileán go dtí an bhliain 1953, nuair a tréigeadh na Blascaodaí ar fad. Bhog sí go dtí ospidéal an Daingin. Fuair sí bás ansin sa bhliain 1958, agus tá sí curtha i reilig Dhún Chaoin.
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September 25, 2020Péig Sayers 1873 — 1958
We are overcome after the winter because we have a hard life of it on the island for that part of the year—hemmed in like a flock of sheep in a pen, buffeted by storm and gale, without shade or shelter but like a big ship in the middle of the great sea, cut off from land without news coming to us or going from us...
The Blasket islanders went on a pilgrimage to a mainland shrine around 1900:
Next morning, at dawn of day, we were up and everyone at his best to reach the station. O person of my heart, there were some among us who never saw a train before and we made great wonder of it...It was big Owen O'Sullivan was our leader. He was a fine well standing man...
Owen O'Sullivan was author Muiris O'Sullivan's grandfather, beautifully portrayed in Twenty Years A-Growing.
We are overcome after the winter because we have a hard life of it on the island for that part of the year—hemmed in like a flock of sheep in a pen, buffeted by storm and gale, without shade or shelter but like a big ship in the middle of the great sea, cut off from land without news coming to us or going from us...
The Blasket islanders went on a pilgrimage to a mainland shrine around 1900:
Next morning, at dawn of day, we were up and everyone at his best to reach the station. O person of my heart, there were some among us who never saw a train before and we made great wonder of it...It was big Owen O'Sullivan was our leader. He was a fine well standing man...
Owen O'Sullivan was author Muiris O'Sullivan's grandfather, beautifully portrayed in Twenty Years A-Growing.
August 29, 2017
My view of the book is coloured by the fact that we had to read it in Irish in school, and many outdated terms as well as rural terms that were unfamiliar were used.
A friend says her teacher told the class to read Peig in translation and then go through selected passages in Irish. This would have helped a lot.
Peig was a girl from a simple household and when she was old enough to be sent out to work, her mother found a place for her as a servant - the pay was rubbish but it saved her family feeding her. Peig had to do the milking and so on, hard physical work in the cold. Peig had a friend called Cait Jim (short for Catherine, Jim's daughter) who went to America and promised to send back money so Peig could join her. Don't hold your breath.
Later in life a match was made for Peig with a young man who had a farm on the Great Blasket island off Kerry; she saw the lad when he was brought to her house as a guest but it would have been considered too forward for her to get to know him. So her father talked to him while Peig and her mother got on with housework. The island, when she went there, was very exposed and a hard place to live.
Anyone interested in these past ways of life might enjoy:
The Days of the Serving Boy
The Loneliest Child in the World
Would You Marry a Farmer?
Breakfast the Night Before.
A friend says her teacher told the class to read Peig in translation and then go through selected passages in Irish. This would have helped a lot.
Peig was a girl from a simple household and when she was old enough to be sent out to work, her mother found a place for her as a servant - the pay was rubbish but it saved her family feeding her. Peig had to do the milking and so on, hard physical work in the cold. Peig had a friend called Cait Jim (short for Catherine, Jim's daughter) who went to America and promised to send back money so Peig could join her. Don't hold your breath.
Later in life a match was made for Peig with a young man who had a farm on the Great Blasket island off Kerry; she saw the lad when he was brought to her house as a guest but it would have been considered too forward for her to get to know him. So her father talked to him while Peig and her mother got on with housework. The island, when she went there, was very exposed and a hard place to live.
Anyone interested in these past ways of life might enjoy:
The Days of the Serving Boy
The Loneliest Child in the World
Would You Marry a Farmer?
Breakfast the Night Before.
May 8, 2025
I am so glad to say that I finally finished this book. It took me way too long for such a short story. I couldn't really get into the stories most of the time, and that made it difficult to read. I did really enjoy the writing style.
September 2, 2018
I am still not quite sure where this particular book came from in my collection. As a result that it was small and the closest I chose to read it to get sleepy eyes to close.
What would have been an interesting read for me actually turned out to be a struggle. First of all there is a small paragraph explaining a bit of the history of Blasket Island, its vague announcement that it was evacuated, its importance to the linguistic world and other books that came from the Island People - most of which share the same characters.
I really wish there was a pronunciation guide on the woman's name and whether it was correct or not I called her Peg. Most of the other names that were included were common names thus not as much problems to me.
The other part is that Peig was suppose to be a storyteller but instead of stories this is just a collection of memories she had in and throughout her life. Although there were snippets of what life was like it didn't explore Peig as a woman, what she felt, thought or experienced mostly unless indirectly. This was instead a snapshot of her neighbors, very small glimmers of her life and a lot of opinion told in that fiery Irish spirit. In my opinion if the stories had more of her in them I may have enjoyed the read a bit better.
Another thing I didn't enjoy was that for what small chapters these were they surely had long names. The title names were usually a combination of the major themes that would be touched upon and so were a bit of a giveaway.
All in all it was decent and a nice read for those who are interested in the memories of those from not-so-long-ago. Otherwise it will more than likely be a dry read and somewhat of a struggle if your mind cannot focus on it.
What would have been an interesting read for me actually turned out to be a struggle. First of all there is a small paragraph explaining a bit of the history of Blasket Island, its vague announcement that it was evacuated, its importance to the linguistic world and other books that came from the Island People - most of which share the same characters.
I really wish there was a pronunciation guide on the woman's name and whether it was correct or not I called her Peg. Most of the other names that were included were common names thus not as much problems to me.
The other part is that Peig was suppose to be a storyteller but instead of stories this is just a collection of memories she had in and throughout her life. Although there were snippets of what life was like it didn't explore Peig as a woman, what she felt, thought or experienced mostly unless indirectly. This was instead a snapshot of her neighbors, very small glimmers of her life and a lot of opinion told in that fiery Irish spirit. In my opinion if the stories had more of her in them I may have enjoyed the read a bit better.
Another thing I didn't enjoy was that for what small chapters these were they surely had long names. The title names were usually a combination of the major themes that would be touched upon and so were a bit of a giveaway.
All in all it was decent and a nice read for those who are interested in the memories of those from not-so-long-ago. Otherwise it will more than likely be a dry read and somewhat of a struggle if your mind cannot focus on it.
September 8, 2017
I can't decide whether to give this book 3 or 4 stars. 3.5 stars would have worked for me.
Folklore tales from Peig Sayers to end my reading challenge.
I enjoyed the stories but had to read at a slower pace to understand what was said. Language innit.
There was a bit where two women started fighting and were so far from ladylike I was shook. Didn't think women behaved like that 'back in the day'.
It was quite enjoyable, I just can't decide whether I liked it or it was boring. I like folklore and Irish fairy tales so I think I did like it.
Folklore tales from Peig Sayers to end my reading challenge.
I enjoyed the stories but had to read at a slower pace to understand what was said. Language innit.
There was a bit where two women started fighting and were so far from ladylike I was shook. Didn't think women behaved like that 'back in the day'.
It was quite enjoyable, I just can't decide whether I liked it or it was boring. I like folklore and Irish fairy tales so I think I did like it.
July 12, 2021
There are some stories here that have interesting historical significance, and one or two that are interesting in there own right. However, for a lot of the stories, I had barley started when I found I was staring blankly at the wall for long periods- and that this was far more entertaining then the stories I was meant to be reading. Two stars, rounded up to three for the sake of the few stories that had merit.
March 15, 2023
un'altra serie di racconti... :/ diciamo che è stato un libro carino principalmente per i ricordi del viaggio in irlanda che ho fatto a cui l'ho associato ma di base sembra un pomeriggio passato con mia nonna che inizia a raccontare storie della sua vita in modo un po' sconclusionato e senza mai fermarsi...
March 7, 2021
Lovely stories of an earlier time on a remote Irish island. Fascinating insights into her life and the hardships she faced.
September 11, 2024
Touching tales of a simple and tough life.
March 28, 2022
Some of the stories were very interesting, but the translation was pretty spotty.
November 5, 2020
Although the title might not be calculated for mass-market appeal, when the old woman in question is Peig Sayers, prospective readers can relax, knowing they are in safe hands! Peig was one of the last, and widely considered one of the finest, of the Gaelic language storytellers. She spent most of her life on Great Blasket, the largest of the Blasket Isles just off the Dingle peninsula in County Kerry, Western Ireland. She moved there when she married, and only visited the mainland a handful of times before finally moving back many years later as an aged widow. One of those few occasions is the Wethers' Well pilgrimage described in this book, and which includes my favourite expression of hers. To describe the crowds at Tralee railway station, waiting for the Dingle train on the way home, she says 'You'd think no-one had died!' Other chapters describe the day to day life of the islanders until she makes another trip to the mainland to enquire about the rumoured Widows' Pension. Considerably less spry than she was at the time of the pilgrimage, she and her companion flag down a passing car, and she has her first ride in a motor car! Altogether a delightful read!
November 23, 2011
This book is a series of stories and memories of an elderly woman who lived off the West coast of Ireland on the Blasket Islands. At one point there were 200 souls living in isolated conditions - fishing and sheep grazing. In the mid 1950s, with a declining population and way of life, the islands were officially abandoned as a region of permanent residence.
The unique way of small isolated village living is captured by the author Peig Sayers. It was a society where story telling necessarily was valued, and the telling of the tale itself was cultivated. The islanders' first language was Gaelic as well, so while today we enjoy the Irish lilt as English is spoken, Gaelic has - so we are led to understand - an even more rhythmic flair.
The stories, as one can imagine, are of simple chores, dreams, and altogether far removed from the modern Western world. So unless one can enjoy the story of a woman securing a chicken, or of watching the men fish or finding someone lost, or the week a stranger came to the island, then this book of reminiscences can become repetitious.
Yet scattered through the stories are reflections and observations worth the pondering, and delivered in a humorous and light manner. Pg101, as Peig as an old woman reflects back on her youth,
"The long years are gone in a gallop, and these who are in the life of my story gone too, as the mist goes with the wind. ... Maybe the reader has youth in power. If so he feels the heart light and secure, the laugh clean, the jump musical, the jollity and merriment, the brightness and freshness and fragrance everywhere on his way. I remember having all those little jewels myself, but see how the ugly thief age came and stole them from me! Great as the guarding is, he sneaks upon us. Nobody feels him coming."
The unique way of small isolated village living is captured by the author Peig Sayers. It was a society where story telling necessarily was valued, and the telling of the tale itself was cultivated. The islanders' first language was Gaelic as well, so while today we enjoy the Irish lilt as English is spoken, Gaelic has - so we are led to understand - an even more rhythmic flair.
The stories, as one can imagine, are of simple chores, dreams, and altogether far removed from the modern Western world. So unless one can enjoy the story of a woman securing a chicken, or of watching the men fish or finding someone lost, or the week a stranger came to the island, then this book of reminiscences can become repetitious.
Yet scattered through the stories are reflections and observations worth the pondering, and delivered in a humorous and light manner. Pg101, as Peig as an old woman reflects back on her youth,
"The long years are gone in a gallop, and these who are in the life of my story gone too, as the mist goes with the wind. ... Maybe the reader has youth in power. If so he feels the heart light and secure, the laugh clean, the jump musical, the jollity and merriment, the brightness and freshness and fragrance everywhere on his way. I remember having all those little jewels myself, but see how the ugly thief age came and stole them from me! Great as the guarding is, he sneaks upon us. Nobody feels him coming."
August 4, 2008
When you read a work from a master oral storyteller who is attempting a different medium of communication for a first time, and that work also happens to be in translation, it can be a little difficult to be thrown into the book full force. This was the case with An Old Woman's Reflections for me, at least at first. It also didn't help that, like O'Cronan's The Islandman, An Old Woman's Reflections details a lifestyle so singularly foreign that it can initially seem overwhelming. My experience reading the first couple chapters of this book was a lesson in patience.
Fortunately for me, Mrs. Sayers is a master storyteller. Although her usual stage was a nighttime fire and a cozy island house, true skill is palpable through any medium, including printed text. By the time I got to the last chapter (the BEST chapter!), where Peig narrates beautifully her "Old Woman's Reflections", commenting on her life, her hopes, her regrets, I was absolutely blown away. I would really, really encourage perseverance with this (only) 130 page novella, because the pay off - the honest, apprehensive but confident conclusions of a truly remarkable woman - is not to be missed.
Fortunately for me, Mrs. Sayers is a master storyteller. Although her usual stage was a nighttime fire and a cozy island house, true skill is palpable through any medium, including printed text. By the time I got to the last chapter (the BEST chapter!), where Peig narrates beautifully her "Old Woman's Reflections", commenting on her life, her hopes, her regrets, I was absolutely blown away. I would really, really encourage perseverance with this (only) 130 page novella, because the pay off - the honest, apprehensive but confident conclusions of a truly remarkable woman - is not to be missed.
September 2, 2009
As a novelist who sometimes writes historical fiction, I've found the memoirs of everyday people the most useful in learning the small but essential details of daily life way back when. By that I mean the memoirs produced by local history associations or university presses, not the "narrative non-fiction" blockbusters of today like Eat, Pray, Love or Running With Scissors. As a descendant of the Irish diaspora circa 1832, I'm especially interested in memoirs which can tell me what life was like for my ancestors in the west of Ireland before they sailed to America and set down new roots in St. Lawrence County, NY. I read this book in a tiny cottage in Couminole, where my front window gave a great view of the now-abandoned Great Blasket Island where Peig Sayers raised her family, and at six generations removed from the life my family led in Ireland, I enjoyed getting a simply-told description of the authentic life they might have led, rather than a Hollywoodized versions of the Ireland they left.
May 3, 2020
Past Irish culture was male dominated in many ways, like story telling, pub life and rebellion, but the women kept the family and home together. This woman was among the first and surely most famous female story-teller leading others to follow in this important skill of preserving culture, passing it on and cultivating language forms to captivate audiences. This wasn't just entertainment but the reliving of heritage and passing it along to others to carry it forward.
May 11, 2025
I wanted to enjoy this one more than I did. 18 short stories from what the Irish Folklore Commission called "one of the greatest woman storytellers of recent times" - but often the stories lack any real merit. How the Fish was stolen from Old Kate and how Herself ate some of it for example. "On my soul, isn't it harder to steal her temple from the wasp than sneak up on Old Kate to take any fish from her" - but as it happens, Old Kate falls asleep watching the fish, and the protagonist crawls through a bush to steal three fish. And then invites Old Kate around to dinner to tell her she's feeding her stolen fish, whereupon they all have a good laugh and we move on to the next story. It's not riveting stuff.
These stories were all dictated by Peig in the 30s (there's suggestions some of them have been edited by the transcribers) and there is some interest in hearing stories dictated that late where characters have to ask others to translate from English so they can understand, or a reference to a souper's grave (which caused a saintly visitation to stop). But mostly it's about fishing or a wake or emigration (the visit of a Mexican who speaks fluent Irish from his grandparents, or the return of a man from Buenos Aires, who landed there after his boat to Canada sank, and after four days afloat in a life raft he ended up in South America somehow) or just love stories with general bitchiness thrown in. Yet they usually sound more interesting than they are.
While most of the stories are local history - fishing accidents feature a lot - the last two are larger social history, the first on news of the 1916 Rising and the second on Peig getting in a car for the first time to apply for the new "pension" which had just been introduced. Yet even these fall flat in the telling. In the latter, Peig gets in the car, the driver stops off in a pub for a couple of drinks while Peig applies for the pension, they drive back to the pier to get back to the Blaskets, and then the pension never comes through. And the former - "a big wonderful story" starts with the postman bringing the news that "Dublin City was one huge fire and the big guns of the Stranger battering it and the fragrant blood of the Irish being spilled" - is met with equal parts excitement and anxiety. "The Irish are awake again, and the people are stirred as never I saw them [...] But it will be paid for dearly, because great as our hate for England is, great and wonderful is the strength she has. We heard that the sun never sets on her lands." There's a question of whether the English will come to the Blaskets - why on earth should they, says one, while another points out that an isolated island would be a great place for storing arms. The English do come - Peig's husband entreats her to take down the pictures of the 1916 leaders from the walls in case the English shoot them, but Peig refuses, the English visit, there's a brief chat in which neither side can understand the other's language, and the English head on again, and "soon after that, peace came and the terror that was upon the people went", the end.
These stories were all dictated by Peig in the 30s (there's suggestions some of them have been edited by the transcribers) and there is some interest in hearing stories dictated that late where characters have to ask others to translate from English so they can understand, or a reference to a souper's grave (which caused a saintly visitation to stop). But mostly it's about fishing or a wake or emigration (the visit of a Mexican who speaks fluent Irish from his grandparents, or the return of a man from Buenos Aires, who landed there after his boat to Canada sank, and after four days afloat in a life raft he ended up in South America somehow) or just love stories with general bitchiness thrown in. Yet they usually sound more interesting than they are.
While most of the stories are local history - fishing accidents feature a lot - the last two are larger social history, the first on news of the 1916 Rising and the second on Peig getting in a car for the first time to apply for the new "pension" which had just been introduced. Yet even these fall flat in the telling. In the latter, Peig gets in the car, the driver stops off in a pub for a couple of drinks while Peig applies for the pension, they drive back to the pier to get back to the Blaskets, and then the pension never comes through. And the former - "a big wonderful story" starts with the postman bringing the news that "Dublin City was one huge fire and the big guns of the Stranger battering it and the fragrant blood of the Irish being spilled" - is met with equal parts excitement and anxiety. "The Irish are awake again, and the people are stirred as never I saw them [...] But it will be paid for dearly, because great as our hate for England is, great and wonderful is the strength she has. We heard that the sun never sets on her lands." There's a question of whether the English will come to the Blaskets - why on earth should they, says one, while another points out that an isolated island would be a great place for storing arms. The English do come - Peig's husband entreats her to take down the pictures of the 1916 leaders from the walls in case the English shoot them, but Peig refuses, the English visit, there's a brief chat in which neither side can understand the other's language, and the English head on again, and "soon after that, peace came and the terror that was upon the people went", the end.
August 14, 2019
Peig Sayers was a female storyteller who spend her life on a small island close to the Dingle peninsula. In this book, originally in Gaelic, she recounts incidents from her life - some more and some less interesting for the modern reader. Via her reminiscences you gain insight into a past and a style of life long gone, yet utterly fascinating. As an Irish learner who has also visited the country several times already, it was intriguing to read about the language when most people couldn't speak English.
Four Stars because I would've wanted to know more. It was all very brief.
Four Stars because I would've wanted to know more. It was all very brief.
July 20, 2020
Conducting research on islanders of The Great Blasket I came across this little gem. It's short and definitely as the title describes: reflections rather than chronological autobiography. However it's got literary merit: vivid description and emotion aided by dialogue. There are some powerful phrases and some interesting quotes about live for the poor who have a lot of heart and always wear a smile no matter the hardships they face. This seems to be a theme, having also read other islanders memoirs.
December 17, 2024
I am afraid that I found this book a bit boring. As far as I understand this is just a transcription of her stories and they are not the same when reading as if one would listen to her telling them! In the books they are a bit out of context, too. Some more information for the present day reader would have Made the book much more interesting. For example, I wonder why she didn’t get her widow’s pension. And was this something new at the tome, or they just hadn’t known?
November 22, 2025
My great grandmother came to the USA from Ireland during one of the famines. I’m pretty attached to my Irish heritage. I saw a posting about this book, and just had to read it!
It is a fascinating history of the Blasket Islands. I do have to admit I frequently got rather lost in the idioms, even with the footnotes. I read that Irish teenagers hate her work, because it is so depressing. I don’t agree. Yes, her life was challenging, but she had fortitude, faith, and friends to support her.
It is a fascinating history of the Blasket Islands. I do have to admit I frequently got rather lost in the idioms, even with the footnotes. I read that Irish teenagers hate her work, because it is so depressing. I don’t agree. Yes, her life was challenging, but she had fortitude, faith, and friends to support her.
December 8, 2024
Even though this had been translated into English, it was still rather heavy going, as it was still written in the style spoken by Peig and her peers all those years ago. Absolutely fascinating, and rather humbling to read of the hardships they faced without complaint, and how happy and grateful they were for small blessings.
July 12, 2021
An incredible look into a different time & culture.
I myself am not religious and there is quite a bit engrained in their culture, but regardless of that, the stories and tales are rather spectacular.
Slainté
I myself am not religious and there is quite a bit engrained in their culture, but regardless of that, the stories and tales are rather spectacular.
Slainté
March 29, 2022
As a cultural artifact, definitely interesting and those interested in the culture and history of Ireland will find it valuable. Some of these stories don't make the transition from oral storytelling to the page very well and don't hold interest as much as they probably should.
December 8, 2024
I tead this as s “loo” book, not recommended. Bought this in Dingle after seeing Blasket Island and visiting the Blasket Museum( had never heard of it before. Someone said they read this in Gaelic for school. Oy
January 10, 2018
A good example of why this type of storytelling has died out in modern societies.
November 18, 2020
This is not the Peig you're looking for.
April 10, 2021
Fantastic! I loved Peig's way of storytelling, the culture/way of life on the Great Blasket, Ireland, way back when.
February 22, 2023
Dorn san aer do Pheig! ✊
February 27, 2023
I am glad I read this book to have immersed myself in Irish culture. However, I didn't particularly enjoy it! Some interesting anecdotes!
May 14, 2024
Some interesting stories. My favorite line came from the last chapter where she is looking back over her life. She stated, “ I think everything is folly except for loving God.”
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