In The Little Lovely Town Of Traveler’s Rest
No such old legends explain my mother’s people. Of all of those tribes that have peopled Ireland, only mine could call forth no “Seanachie,” historian, among themselves. Bards, poets; yes! But none to recall the glories of the past. Perhaps there were no glories, perhaps no past, and they lived only to survive the fleeting present with a modicum of good grace.

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