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(I can more or less see the main street. I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded, the road kept the village dry. There wasn’t any sandy beach. No, I wouldn’t know it if I saw it, it’s not there now. I don’t think I’d know the spot. It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. It wasn’t a seaport, big ships couldn’t get in close. There was just room enough for their little boats to go out after fish.

(They went in a coach. She was 41 and he was 46. They had 2 or 3 children. I don’t know what happened to them. The few people I can tell you about must have died. Albert-Ralph—liked to hunt because he was used to guns and knew about them. But he couldn’t get much because the ground was too rocky. Deer and rabbits, a special kind, no big tails, gray hares of some kind. And there were gray squirrels.

(The descendants of the invaders lived in the village too. There was the Laverne family, and De Nauge, and the Breims. They slept on hay. It was so damp it wasn’t healthy, it was too foggy. The hay was never dry. There were many children around. Families that could had a cow. Were the people happy? That’s a silly question. They were as happy as anybody else. They didn’t like their babies dying, though, but they just thought it was life. They drank a lot—ale. No school, they couldn’t read. Well, the sexton, he read some but not much, nobody else could. They didn’t think it was necessary. They didn’t have books, so what good did it do to be able to read?

(A few could write. They could write their own names but they couldn’t read others’. Sometimes a family would have a son go away to learn to write. Then he would teach his parents to write their names, but not often.