Grandfather Trahair’s Diary

On the 2nd day of April l849, I left St Just to find my way to far off South America A great many came to see me off, to say “good bye”, for they thought I should never come back again.

On the top of the hill, I turned, like the soldier, to take a last fond look of the old place, with a tear in my eye, I shall never forget it, for I was leaving all that was near and dear to me, to seek a strange land, where no familiar face would meet my eye, where a strange language should fall on my ear not understood.

Two Young Pards, one a direct descendant, in harmony