Tom picked me up at 9:30 and gave me the grand tour of Nenagh as well as the townlands in the Borrisokane parish where we have common ancestors. We explored the historic buildings in Nenagh, such as the gaol (jail).
Cell in old Jail |
Tom's uncles' house |
Come not, when I am dead,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by.
Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie:
Go by, go by.
Later in the afternoon, Jim and I relaxed on the shores of Lough Derg and explored nearby ruins.
Tom picked us up for an evening of dinner and fun at his house with his family. Dinner was delicious --- wine, quiche, salads, potatoes, chicken, and for dessert, rhubarb cobbler with whipped cream (many of the vegetables grown in Tom's garden). Later on, we shared genealogy notes.
Dinner with the Ryans |
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