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Brendan was an absolute pleasure to speak to. He was walking with his bicycle that he bought off his neighbour in 1950. He took apart the gas light on the front to show me how it worked. He then told me a few stories that he remembers from growing up. Once, a family friend came to visit them from England during the war. He drove his tractor to Holyhead, got the ferry to Dublin and then drove to their house. When he arrived he took the ashes from the open fire and spread them all over the floor. Using a stick he then traced an outline of the map of Europe into the ashes. Finally he drew arrows into the ashes to explain how the war was progressing.

Before we moved on Brendan said that when an old person dies it's like losing a library which I thought was an insightful observation.