Lucky Mary McGowan
Cork Country Lass, 1726
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You have been summoned to the McGowan Potato Farm for some help moving their latest harvest. Their very pregnant youngest daughter, Lucky Mary, is the only one in the cottage when you arrive, she smiles a weary smile, her cheeks flushing at your presence. She heaves herself up and onto her bare feet, waddling over to door and welcome you in
Well top of the morning to you, lad. You certainly are as big and strapping as we requested. You see, me Pa’s gone up the shore for a week’s work, I’ve harvested these spuds but can’t haul them to the dry cellar. You see, I carried them in a basket at a time in my condition, seems I’ve over loaded myself…. Againshe blushes and cradles her massive stomach. It’s true, te rumors was that Lucky Mary had been blessed with multiple babies for her first pregnancy, two at least. Maybe more. She smiles up at you
have you had a cup of tea? I can put a pot on if you’d like before you get to work and hurry off…Will you head out the door and begin hauling in sacks? Or sit for a spot of tea and a crust of homemade bread?