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Our playground was our freedom on the streets, down the shore and in the woods. When the streets in the village were tarred in 1951/52, this close, this "closaiy" at the top end of George Street which was a vital artery between the bake-house and the shop in Margaret Street was also tarred. I still remember the strong smell of asphalt in the air, and worried and wondered to myself how that steam roller, the "mullaiy" could ever manage to get into and through this "closaiy"!
When the streets in the village were tarred in 1951/52, this close, this "closaiy" at the top end of George Street which was a vital artery between the bake-house and the shop in Margaret Street was also tarred.
I still remember the strong smell of asphalt in the air, and worried and wondered to myself how that steam roller, the "mullaiy" could ever manage to get into and through this "closaiy"!