Me & my baby bro, Guy at our aunt Canice's wake, Druid's Hall, Nicasio, June 1, 2012. Photos I thought I had lost when my hard drive
crashed, but they were still on a memory card.
What you can't hear in this photo is the music. Father O'Sullivan, who officiated the memorial, on the tin whistle, the fabulous Cormac Gannon
on the uillean pipes and Neil O'Neill on guitar & vocals. And a
bagpiper to-ing and fro-ing us to the church and back again around the
baseball diamond that passes for a town square. Most of the
Walsh-Sullivan-Reilly clan gathered. It was a right grand sendoff. So
many family wakes and weddings at Druid's Hall. If you've never seen the
ceiling of the Druid's Hall, or St. Mary's church, they're like a
wooden boat. Beautiful curved woodwork. We are ships sailing to far
distant shores. OK, so maybe we were also two sheets to the wind. What
of it? It was a real Irish wake. Everything went swimmingly until cousin
Dave set off the cherry bombs and the cops came by...
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