54-'55

Updated: May 29, 2025

But I must get on with my story. Well, to begin again. In the winter of '54-'55 we were living my mother, my sisters, and I, that is, and from time to time my brother in, or rather near, a quiet little village on the south coast of Ireland. We had gone there, before the worst of the winter began at home, for the sake of my health.

Mrs. Molesworth - Four Ghost Stories

And to heap up the measure, the year of 1855 was one of financial stringency. The season of '54-'55 had been one of drought. For lack of water most of the mining had ceased. The miners wanted to be trusted for their daily needs; the country stores had to have credit because the miners could not pay; and so on up to the wholesalers in the city.

Stewart Edward White - The Gray Dawn