Pat's Stories

Mexico Road Frisbie House Herkimer County Historical Society with Stan Grose. Our first presentation! Download the Powerpoint...

How unlikely, to wander alone through an abandoned cemetery in a little city you know only as a visitor, and to kneel at the etched...

The old green station wagon complained its way down Clinton Avenue, past the boarded-up brownstones with the stoops ripped off.  Here and...

“I can’t sew on a button,” my mother used to like to say. Consequently, we didn’t have a pin cushion nor a needle and thread nor a pair...

March 21, 2020 Our little local grocery in Leschi, Seattle Lost its butcher last night. Quick. Only a few days ago, from the woman behind...

The Mighty Hudson, at Albany, was fed, in the old days, by streams that flowed out of the hills, to the left and right of the town, and...

The twins, Billy and Bobby, had been allowed to have breakfast with their cousin Mary, in her bedroom: toast and tea, oatmeal and a bowl...

First of all, Gram was a Donahue. She said it, “Dun uh hoo.” She was born in Albany, New York, on the 16th of June in 1859, but she spoke...

John and Suzie Reilly brought me with them and their sons, Patrick and Eamon, to visit Bill's cousins in Tipperary. Kevin Nagle, on the...

Terry and Jeanne and their kids, Aidan, Brendan and Maeve, brought me with them for our first trip to visit Bill Reilly's cousins in...

I saw them the moment I left my office. They were standing at the end of the hall by the elevator, their two heads together, the blonde...

By the banks of the Suir, 2019 Tony Oakes, artist. Visit his website: https://www.tonyoakeyart.com/ This is Tony Oakley, artist who...

This song describes the banks of the River Suir, where our ancestors once lived.

My mother was an Irish princess Not that her people had money, but anyhow They gave her kid slippers and a high school diploma And a...

This is not the stairway at 185 Elk, but it reminds me of it.

Now, then, I recall the day in 1851 I brought my bride, Mary Haggerty, home to the log cabin I built on the Mexico Road. The cabin was...

Springtime, before 1850 The words of John O'Hara, reimagined The Trail I’ve been following the logging trail through these Adirondack...