
Martyrs With Guns and the Easter Rising
He was very old, in his 90s, but looking sturdy, like the truck driver he once was. He was a distant cousin by marriage, on the branch of the family that had stayed in Ireland. When I visited him there last summer, in a nursing home in Kilrush, County Clare, I was not sure he knew who I was, but we connected over an old rebel song we both remembered.
“You’ve read in history’s pages the heroes of great fame,” he sang, in a breathy brogue.
The deeds they’d done, the battles won,
and how they made their name.
But the boys who made the history
for the orange, white and green
were the boys who died in Dublin town in 1916.… Seguir leyendo »