I WALKED IN MY FATHERS FOOTSTEPS TODAY UP AT THE GLENTURRET DAM I STOOD BY THE WALL AND ADMIRED THE TOILS OF HARD WORKING MEN THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF MEN AT THE TURRET IRISH ,GERMAN AND POLES SCOTTISH,ENGLISH AND HUNGARIAN LADS FAR FROM THEIR NATIVE HOMES STANDING THERE I TRIED TO IMAGINE ALL THESE MEN IN THIS DESOLATE PLACE WITH DIGGERS,TRACTORS AND SHOVELS ALL GOING AT A MIGHTY PACE THEY WORKED IN THE RAIN AND THE SNOW ONLY A HARD FROST WOULD BE THEIR FOE FOR NO CONCRETE COULD BE POURED SO OFF HOME THEY HAD TO GO BUT THE TUNNELERS NEVER STOPPED BLASTING AND DIGGING ALL DAY RISKING LIFE AND LIMB FOR THEIR PACKET OF PAY SAFETY BACK THEN WAS A JOKE A HARD HAT WAS ALL THAT YOU GOT TUNNELLERS LUNGS WERE FILLED WITH THE DUST THEY BREATHED UNDERGROUND MANY OF THESE MEN DIED YOUNG FROM DISEASES THEYD GOT UNDERGROUND NO COMPANSATION WAY BACK THEN FOR THESE HARD WORKING MEN NOW GLENTURRET IS QUIET AND STILL ONLY THE SOUND OF SHEEP ON THE HILL BUT THE MENS MEMORY WILL LIVE ON BY THE MONUMENT THEY BUILT ON THE HILL By John Fitzgerald ODonnell
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 18:08:56 +0000
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