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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