![]() ![]() ![]() My mother tipped the cake onto the muslin cloth and knotted it. While my mother cried I scraped the sweet yellow batter onto a spoon and ate it the roof were leaking above the camp oven each drop hissing as it hit. I don't know where my daddy were that day nor my older sister Annie. MY first memory is of Mother breaking eggs into a bowl and crying that Jimmy Quinn my 15 yr. ![]() She were a Quinn and the police would never leave the Quinns alone. old she were dark haired and slender the prettiest figure on a horse he ever saw but your grandma was like a snare laid out by God for Red Kelly. to the township of Donnybrook and then or soon thereafter he seen my mother. My da had sworn an oath to evermore avoid the attentions of the law so when he saw the streets of Melbourne was crawling with policemen worse than flies he walked 28 mi. of age red headed and freckled with his eyes always slitted against the sun. When they had finished with their tortures they set him free and he crossed the sea to the colony of Victoria. Your grandfather were a quiet and secret man he had been ripped from his home in Tipperary and transported to the prisons of Van Diemen's Land I do not know what was done to him he never spoke of it. ![]()
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