Category: Holding onto the Past
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Last Stop: Tir Na Nog!
Hardly a mythology exists that doesn’t include a “Land of Eternal Youth” tale. It could be a Shangra-La, isolated in a mountain valley somewhere or Ultima Thule for those brave souls who travel to the Northern Realms. There are Gypsy versions and Japanese variations, but, for my money, the Irish story is the most haunting…
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Are You Somewhere Up Above?
That’s right. It’s class reunion time again. These events come around so fast these days, it’s like speed dating. The years are passing rapidly now. It seems like I was looking forward to my 20th just a short time ago. Now, I’m dreading the approaching 50th. So, one more time, I’ll sign up, send in…
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A Story of Christmas and Coal
My father grew up poor. Not the kind of poor where he would walk through ten inches of snow barefoot or go from house to house asking for bread. His parents provided the best they could, but, by his own admission, he grew up poor. My grandfather and my grandmother should be telling this story.…
