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WOW!!! What a lovely photograph of the mother and her son. I could look at that all day and marvel at the image. A poet in his finery with the loving mother by his side, dressed in their day to day clothes and posing for the gentleman/woman with the camera. Look at the hat on the ground, at the weather beaten skin on their faces and hands, the long strong fingers of the man and the well worn shoes on the pair of them? Magic!

Swordscookie And her wedding ring has become very loose on her fingers as they've shrunk with age... Did check to see if we have a copy of that poem in our collections, but if we do, it's not individually catalogued. Maybe in our collections of street poems and ballads.

On Wikipedia en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Brigid's_Well it says that a wandering poet once wrote - "On St Brigid’s Eve, as night fell, My mother and I went to Saint Brigid’s Well, Where the candles do burn and the great walls do shine on the graves of the dead and the vaults of O’Brien" Could those be the words of our Poet friend above? It would be great to find out and get the entire text.

great old photography ...

Swordscookie Wouldn't that be amazing?

Such sad eyes!

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I wonder how her life was.

Newspaper account: SHOP DOOR THEFT. Jane Thompson (40), was charged at North Shields with stealing from the shop door of Messrs W. Gillespie and Son a pair of boots valued at 5s 11d, on the 12th inst. A pawnbroker's assistant spoke to the woman trying to pledge a pair of boots with hi, but failing to give a good account of herself he had her detained and sent for the police. Sergt. Scougal said that when charged she replied that she bought the boos when in company with her husband on Saturday nights. He made inquiries and found this statement to be untrue. Accused, who pleaded not guilty, was fined 10s and costs. --- Shields Daily Gazette, 13 Jul 1904, page 3

ciao bella nonna...buon natall!