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About Our Words: Taid

Lynne from Buckinghamshire enjoyed Elizabeth Robison's words about a Welsh grandfather.

Lynne writes:

What a beautiful tale. I never met my Taid, he died before I was born. My Dad said he would have really loved me as he never had a daughter. My English side of the family still live in Meols, so I can see along your Taid's finger to the view of the Welsh mountains to North Wales where I was born.

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