In The Wake of Bernadette
A horde of people were at the Dubliner, when I showed up around 7pm. I was planning to be there earlier, but that's another story. The crowd actually got larger for a while before it eventually dwindled. I was slightly surprised, but not stunned at the turnout. So many people know B; it appears that quite a lot of them loved her. There were comments about people being in the same room together that hadn't been seen together in years, like she was connected to all the small pieces of the Irish community. I got to see a number of people who I haven't seen in almost a year.
There was music and many flavors of dance; there was a spread went on and on. There wasn't that much time to think about food, because there were so many people to catch up with between dances. When I had had all of the humanity I could hold, I started to pack up. There was the conversation below, and just a few minutes after that, B's son was singing Athenry with Tom Dahill. There were a lot of us swaying to the chorus.
W: So the crock is going away.
Me: Yes. Who knew there would be 50 gallons of stew?
W: Yes that's like me. I brought my guitar because I was concerned there wouldn't be enough musicians. 'No Daithi Sproule, you cannot play the guitar, because I have brought mine!'
There was music and many flavors of dance; there was a spread went on and on. There wasn't that much time to think about food, because there were so many people to catch up with between dances. When I had had all of the humanity I could hold, I started to pack up. There was the conversation below, and just a few minutes after that, B's son was singing Athenry with Tom Dahill. There were a lot of us swaying to the chorus.
W: So the crock is going away.
Me: Yes. Who knew there would be 50 gallons of stew?
W: Yes that's like me. I brought my guitar because I was concerned there wouldn't be enough musicians. 'No Daithi Sproule, you cannot play the guitar, because I have brought mine!'