Tread softly
I mentioned a couple of posts back that the kids were were distantly related -- as in 10th cousins a few times removed -- to the wife of W. B. Yeats. It turns out she was a bit of a character in her own right, so I'll leave a discussion of her and her marriage to Yeats for the new time. I'd heard Yeats' name from time to time in my life, but a couple of things made me actually pay attention to the man and his works. The first was our trip to Ireland in 2013, when our tour took us to County Sligo and the supposed grave of the poet. I'll discuss that supposed comment at the end. Yeats is almost a second patron saint of Ireland, and probably would be if he'd been a Catholic or even a believer. People come from all over to visit the grave and take pictures of it. Sharon's pic graces the top of this page. Yeats was born in Dublin but his life was split between England and Ireland. Still, he always considered himself Irish, wrote many pieces about the country and se