Sunday 4 December 2016

Billy Keane: Farewell to Uncle Teddy, the emigrant who was lonesome for his home place

Published 21/11/2016 | 02:30

The young emigrant was lonesome for his own place, his family here, and even though he never said it to me, I’m sure he was sad too for the mother he never knew. Stock Image
The young emigrant was lonesome for his own place, his family here, and even though he never said it to me, I’m sure he was sad too for the mother he never knew. Stock Image

The call came through late on that Saturday night, just over a month ago. I was working in the bar. We were busy. The Brownes were singing and could be heard lilting over the chat like bird song above bee buzz.

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Life is good, I was saying to myself. This is how pubs should be and I'm thinking the worst of the recession is lifting a little, at last.

The bar phone rang, the landline. We were in the middle of the busiest hour of the week. I left it a while. But the phone kept ringing. I answered. It was my cousin Conor.

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