To us Irish, memory is a canvas–stretched, primed, and ready for painting on― Frank Delaney. To us Irish, memory is a canvas–stretched, primed, and ready for painting on― Frank Delaney. To us Irish, memory is a canvas–stretched, primed, and ready for painting on― Frank Delaney. By Larry Norris|2021-02-22T21:22:36+00:00February 22nd, 2021|Irish American Stories| Read More 0
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“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” ― William Butler Yeats “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” ― William Butler Yeats “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” ― William Butler Yeats By Larry Norris|2021-01-31T22:06:06+00:00January 31st, 2021|Irish American Stories| Read More 0
