Author: Wayne King Livingston
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1462881459
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 679
Book Description
The stories you are about to read are from traveling and a culmination from eight years of my wife and I living among the people in lands of rich stories, not excluding Ireland. It has given me great joy to write of our adventures in a format that takes the best of times, stirred with some pathos of fallen friends and then mixed into the tales within! These reminiscences will be treasured by my wife Pat and I - forever! No one character is represented in his or her entirety and no narrative can be said to be an actual event. These storied chapters herein, capture our lives as it might have happened. I have pasted the wonderful characters together from all the many vignettes we encompassed while dwelling amongst one of the most reflective societies today. Not reflective in some lofty sense, but as in a mirror of life that needs the rich loamy land and vibrant countryside to place one’s heart into. Ireland, with not much doubt, is the last and most beautiful, virginal country left today. Thanks to flying, there are many corners and stories on this earth that I have seen and wrote about of great exotic beauty and depth, but the endowments of pastoral Ireland leave one breathless. It’s soft and natural charm is the result of native Irishmen resisting the huge industrial revolution that has changed lives within the short span of our diminutive existences. The Emerald Isle is a refuge from the unbridled growth of material things. Time will undoubtedly take this last resort, but there are those of us who have advantaged ourselves with an affair of the heart - a sojourn with Ireland! The Author
Short Stories From The Library of Wayne King Livingston
Author: Wayne King Livingston
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1462881459
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 679
Book Description
The stories you are about to read are from traveling and a culmination from eight years of my wife and I living among the people in lands of rich stories, not excluding Ireland. It has given me great joy to write of our adventures in a format that takes the best of times, stirred with some pathos of fallen friends and then mixed into the tales within! These reminiscences will be treasured by my wife Pat and I - forever! No one character is represented in his or her entirety and no narrative can be said to be an actual event. These storied chapters herein, capture our lives as it might have happened. I have pasted the wonderful characters together from all the many vignettes we encompassed while dwelling amongst one of the most reflective societies today. Not reflective in some lofty sense, but as in a mirror of life that needs the rich loamy land and vibrant countryside to place one’s heart into. Ireland, with not much doubt, is the last and most beautiful, virginal country left today. Thanks to flying, there are many corners and stories on this earth that I have seen and wrote about of great exotic beauty and depth, but the endowments of pastoral Ireland leave one breathless. It’s soft and natural charm is the result of native Irishmen resisting the huge industrial revolution that has changed lives within the short span of our diminutive existences. The Emerald Isle is a refuge from the unbridled growth of material things. Time will undoubtedly take this last resort, but there are those of us who have advantaged ourselves with an affair of the heart - a sojourn with Ireland! The Author
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1462881459
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 679
Book Description
The stories you are about to read are from traveling and a culmination from eight years of my wife and I living among the people in lands of rich stories, not excluding Ireland. It has given me great joy to write of our adventures in a format that takes the best of times, stirred with some pathos of fallen friends and then mixed into the tales within! These reminiscences will be treasured by my wife Pat and I - forever! No one character is represented in his or her entirety and no narrative can be said to be an actual event. These storied chapters herein, capture our lives as it might have happened. I have pasted the wonderful characters together from all the many vignettes we encompassed while dwelling amongst one of the most reflective societies today. Not reflective in some lofty sense, but as in a mirror of life that needs the rich loamy land and vibrant countryside to place one’s heart into. Ireland, with not much doubt, is the last and most beautiful, virginal country left today. Thanks to flying, there are many corners and stories on this earth that I have seen and wrote about of great exotic beauty and depth, but the endowments of pastoral Ireland leave one breathless. It’s soft and natural charm is the result of native Irishmen resisting the huge industrial revolution that has changed lives within the short span of our diminutive existences. The Emerald Isle is a refuge from the unbridled growth of material things. Time will undoubtedly take this last resort, but there are those of us who have advantaged ourselves with an affair of the heart - a sojourn with Ireland! The Author
Another Window Without A Light
Author: Wayne King Livingston
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1462837492
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 118
Book Description
ANOTHER WINDOW WITHOUT A LIGHT Another house that is not a home. Reposing on a lush Irish lawn and free of any direction, my mind rests. High above I see clearly as I peer deep into a typical soft and rosy afternoon’s sky. No longer do I soar at forty-one thousand feet or so, emitting a set of frosty contrails, no more do I fly out of somewhere like London to New York on business. Those lacy traces above my life now are etchings wavering high and signs of all-too familiar sky engravings usually observable by blokes on the ground who might longingly wish to be up there as a birdman. No, with me now, it is hands on hips with feet or body planted firmly on Irish soil and sorting out another day on the Head. It is Toe Head, the then center of my universe. Looking beyond the frosty stratospheric doodles and out to the west, icy winds that had formed recently are now raging incessantly down from a frigid arctic basin, located far to the North and are booming my way, covering the furthermost tip of Toe Head called Koch’s Bluff. The promontory sits about a rocky mile from my ocean-side cottage and is always the brunt of weather that can be seen coming for miles. Soon the blasts would of necessity snuffle out my balmy breezes that normally made my day in life on the Head, my world in Ireland. They are feckless. The blustering gales reek of ancient sea life and kelp that the frenetic ocean currents stir up from a temporarily unsettled bottom of a normally placid bay. I had spent an entire life aloft it seems,battling such effects as these that mother nature threw at me and others who suffered the same ilk. Looking seaward, the surface of Toe Head Bay this day mirrored the mottling of its normally glassy gleam as the flotsam of the bottom greenery rose in anger at the stirring of its usually equable bed. The hasty winds would be here in but moments and I might retreat to my toasty hearth that simmers with the umber-looking wonder called peat. The treasured fuel had lain mostly untouched for a millennia or two until the people of the bogs came to find respite from the fierce tribes on the European continent, some few thousand years ago. They had appropriated land of little use and made do with the silty ponds and marshes that would have been rejected by any less resolute than the bog habitants would. There were names for the hearty that lived in the watery moors. Names such as Firbolgs or the ancient Druids. Once hearty trees such as the Oak, lined the rocky promontories and pastures that rimmed our Head, but many deprivations eroded the once staunch sentinels and now have been consumed by centuries of hearth fires,countless roof spines and a myriad of cottage doors worn down by large families ghosted repeatedly by famine and poor times. Now the Icelandic winds drive straight in to me, wresting up any objects let loose by careless abandon. Not withstanding mother earth’s foibles, life was simple here,politics having freed Ireland to go its own way in 1922. www.waynekinglivingston.com
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1462837492
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 118
Book Description
ANOTHER WINDOW WITHOUT A LIGHT Another house that is not a home. Reposing on a lush Irish lawn and free of any direction, my mind rests. High above I see clearly as I peer deep into a typical soft and rosy afternoon’s sky. No longer do I soar at forty-one thousand feet or so, emitting a set of frosty contrails, no more do I fly out of somewhere like London to New York on business. Those lacy traces above my life now are etchings wavering high and signs of all-too familiar sky engravings usually observable by blokes on the ground who might longingly wish to be up there as a birdman. No, with me now, it is hands on hips with feet or body planted firmly on Irish soil and sorting out another day on the Head. It is Toe Head, the then center of my universe. Looking beyond the frosty stratospheric doodles and out to the west, icy winds that had formed recently are now raging incessantly down from a frigid arctic basin, located far to the North and are booming my way, covering the furthermost tip of Toe Head called Koch’s Bluff. The promontory sits about a rocky mile from my ocean-side cottage and is always the brunt of weather that can be seen coming for miles. Soon the blasts would of necessity snuffle out my balmy breezes that normally made my day in life on the Head, my world in Ireland. They are feckless. The blustering gales reek of ancient sea life and kelp that the frenetic ocean currents stir up from a temporarily unsettled bottom of a normally placid bay. I had spent an entire life aloft it seems,battling such effects as these that mother nature threw at me and others who suffered the same ilk. Looking seaward, the surface of Toe Head Bay this day mirrored the mottling of its normally glassy gleam as the flotsam of the bottom greenery rose in anger at the stirring of its usually equable bed. The hasty winds would be here in but moments and I might retreat to my toasty hearth that simmers with the umber-looking wonder called peat. The treasured fuel had lain mostly untouched for a millennia or two until the people of the bogs came to find respite from the fierce tribes on the European continent, some few thousand years ago. They had appropriated land of little use and made do with the silty ponds and marshes that would have been rejected by any less resolute than the bog habitants would. There were names for the hearty that lived in the watery moors. Names such as Firbolgs or the ancient Druids. Once hearty trees such as the Oak, lined the rocky promontories and pastures that rimmed our Head, but many deprivations eroded the once staunch sentinels and now have been consumed by centuries of hearth fires,countless roof spines and a myriad of cottage doors worn down by large families ghosted repeatedly by famine and poor times. Now the Icelandic winds drive straight in to me, wresting up any objects let loose by careless abandon. Not withstanding mother earth’s foibles, life was simple here,politics having freed Ireland to go its own way in 1922. www.waynekinglivingston.com
Catalogue of Title-entries of Books and Other Articles Entered in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, Under the Copyright Law ... Wherein the Copyright Has Been Completed by the Deposit of Two Copies in the Office
Author: Library of Congress. Copyright Office
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : American drama
Languages : en
Pages : 1338
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : American drama
Languages : en
Pages : 1338
Book Description
Library Journal
Author: Melvil Dewey
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Libraries
Languages : en
Pages : 884
Book Description
Includes, beginning Sept. 15, 1954 (and on the 15th of each month, Sept.-May) a special section: School library journal, ISSN 0000-0035, (called Junior libraries, 1954-May 1961). Issued also separately.
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Libraries
Languages : en
Pages : 884
Book Description
Includes, beginning Sept. 15, 1954 (and on the 15th of each month, Sept.-May) a special section: School library journal, ISSN 0000-0035, (called Junior libraries, 1954-May 1961). Issued also separately.
Library Journal
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Libraries
Languages : en
Pages : 1422
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Libraries
Languages : en
Pages : 1422
Book Description
Catalogue of the San Francisco Free Public Library, Short Titles
Author: San Francisco Public Library
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Library catalogs
Languages : en
Pages : 418
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Library catalogs
Languages : en
Pages : 418
Book Description
The Development of New York's Public Library Systems--selected Articles
Author: New York State Library. Library Extension Division
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Library cooperation
Languages : en
Pages : 102
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Library cooperation
Languages : en
Pages : 102
Book Description
The Independent
Author: William Livingston
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : American periodicals
Languages : en
Pages : 402
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : American periodicals
Languages : en
Pages : 402
Book Description
Bowker's Guide to Characters in Fiction 2007
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN: 9780835247498
Category : Reference
Languages : en
Pages : 3004
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN: 9780835247498
Category : Reference
Languages : en
Pages : 3004
Book Description
Books of 1926(-1928). Cumulated from the Book Bulletin of the Chicago Public Library
Author: CHICAGO. Chicago Public Library
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 184
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 184
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