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| Story ID: | 3989 |
| Written by: | Veronica Breen Hogle (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | Irish Cultural Events |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Bagenalstown Co. Carlow Ireland |
| Year: | 1950 |
| Person: | Sixteen in all |
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TO ALL THE FATHERS IN MY LIFE By Veronica Breen Hogle On this Father’s Day, I thank the men who encouraged me, helped me through life or did something for me I will always remember, Especially... Jim Fitzpatrick who took care of me from the time I was two years old he was convinced I could do no wrong and said I’d grow up grand William Earls, my grandfather, who took me to pick mushrooms that magically appeared in the dewey grass eary in the morning, and who read books by the fire at night Ger Clarke, the neighbor Who told me he could see me out through the flourmill window and not to swim in the Barrow River. Uncle Louie who found me home from school, packed up my clothes and drove me to Grandmother’s house Uncle Eric who let me help him with his Saturday Night shave, and gave me a shilling for knowing my sums Uncle Noel who brought us our first radio Uncle Jack who taught me the meaning of ‘divers’ tongues’and other words Uncle Ned who always bought the books of school raffle tickets Uncle Pat who taught me the words of the Irish Rebel songs and family friends, Sean who said there was always a cup of tea and a chair for me around the fire Dottie who chain-smoked, telling me how to survive in Dublin Uncle Joe who said as long as there was a light In the window there was always room for me with his 10 children Uncle Des who raffled off his Pub,retired and drove me all over Ireland My dad, the man I never knew, but have never forgotten The man I married for giving me three children Dave for his patience and kindness in helping to rear my two older grandchildren Brian, for being a good son and a very good Dad your encouragement, patience and guidance are characteristics your daughter will remember always It’s clear you are convinced she can do no wrong, and that she’ll grow up grand. |
