Pat's Stories

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...

This story is told by John O’Hara, who left Ardee, Ireland for America in 1844, when he was about 23 years old.