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Apr 14·edited Apr 14

What would we do in our lives without differing letters from our alphabet, and making mearningful unique words, relating stories from the likes of you, Garrison, and my now long-gone Aunt Bridget from Saskatchewan. She had compeliling stories, both true and false, I'm sure, but capturing the minds of all on our stoop.

We got her Irish poetry, the brand we had never heard before. Many of us knew not what a poem was but what it could be, and that her poems from Scotland were often set to song. Gladly we 6 kids on the stoop learned what being mezmerised is.

The details of her potent doing are long gone, but aimed we were and some stuck in our brains by Bridget. Christened were our memories to carry what had been baptized and confirmed.

There's a lot for me to remember and more I forgot.

For me what will always last was our singing of "Danny Boy." It took a while into Bridget got that Irish song across to us, how to sing it from the heart, with tears in our eyes, and even more with tears in our hearts.

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