Tag Archives: father
Climbing the Mountain
Fond memories of going to the west of Ireland to climb the Reek in August with family. Also a dream about the lost pearl earring and truck. Continue reading
Beating the Ears, Hands at the Heart
Small Boy at the River. Recently, while I swam near Riven Rock Park, a little boy, just shy of three years, went walking up the gurgling riverbed with both his parents, leaving us at the swimming hole with his … Continue reading
Soup and the Leprechaun Story 6
Leprechaun Story 6 The next morning he was interrupted by his wife, Mariah, who wanted him to help her put a bed skirt on the bed. He felt it was a profoundly unmanly thing in the first place and “a … Continue reading
I Will Bring It To You
A sweet childhood memory linked to a dream I had recently. I was upstairs in the far room in the double bed with the iron railings and brass knobs. I was alone, hardly awake. My father was in the kitchen … Continue reading
About My Father’s Business
I have a memory of being with my father in the morning, when he went down to the sheds, to use the tractor. I followed him to be near him. My head was a bundle of fuzzy curls on top, … Continue reading
