The lethal legacy of my brave 1916 grandfather
Easter Sunday 1916. One hundred years ago today, my grandfather Paddy Harris, Adjutant of B Company, Irish Volunteers, Cork, was getting ready to fight for an Irish Republic.
My father, then aged five, recalled Paddy kissing his wife Bree goodbye at the door of their little redbrick terraced house at 11, St Nessan Street.
Bree wanted Paddy to look his best going into battle. The night before she had dyed his faded slouch hat a fresh dark green.