That, I recall, is when she told me that her great-great uncle had been a member of the crew of the eternally glorious Mayflower which landed in Boston in 1677,* and that in view of such a past she couldn't dream of shirking her fritter duty, which may have been humble but was nevertheless a sacred trust.
Orduan bidenabar jakinerazi zidan, gainera, bere aitonaren aitonaren anaia Myflowerko bidaiarietarik izan zela-aintza eta ospe haiei menderen mendetan-ontzia 1677an Bostonen lehorreratu zenean, eta halako oroitzapen batenganako begirunez, ezin burutan har zezakeela inolaz opilen eginbideari uko egitea, xumea baitzen, egia, baina bere xumean sakratua.