Mary Kenny: I have earned my footnote in history
Published 31/10/2011 | 05:00
It was graceful of President-elect Michael D Higgins to mention, in a number of recent interviews, that he had first met his wife Sabina at a party in my Dublin flat in 1969.
My previously cloudy recollection of that soiree -- you know what they say about the 1960s: if you can remember what happened, you weren't there -- was indeed revived. It was one of those entertaining but chaotic evenings -- I would start cooking for a party at 6.30pm when guests were expected at 7pm -- from which Ulick O'Connor stormed out, as he felt (unreasonably) that someone had insulted him.
But the significant part of the gathering turned out to be that Michael D -- an admired young left-wing academic -- was to encounter Sabina Coyne, who I believe had been brought along to the party by my late sister.