It comes across very clearly. My Gramma’s cronies with their cigars and boilermakers at lunch remind me a tad of your friends. (My gramma didnt smoke cigars, but pbrs with a shot was one of her things. She was 16 yrs older than my mom and refused communion in Episcopal church for divorcing at 19.)
Two things: I thought of one of my favorite movies, the Verdict. And, have you ever met an Irish man or woman who could not sing? I doubt it
Sure, it was grand! I wish I had those pizzas this very minute!
Adam’s Curse by Yeats
We sat together at summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.’
This one really hit home
Yep.
How Irish is this? plenty - loved it and Brennan's Bar; reading Yeats today
Oh! Would you post a line or two of Yeats that is catching your eye! I want to see!
Extraordinary writing and stories. Thank you!!
Thank you, Becky! I do think about these old friends all the time, and the Irish piece that is gone!
It comes across very clearly. My Gramma’s cronies with their cigars and boilermakers at lunch remind me a tad of your friends. (My gramma didnt smoke cigars, but pbrs with a shot was one of her things. She was 16 yrs older than my mom and refused communion in Episcopal church for divorcing at 19.)