Walking the Kerry Way
By Tim O'Reilly
A candle in a dark church illumines family history.
I hadn't spent much time with my brother Frank since he was about twelve years old, back in 1973. That was the year I'd gotten engaged to a non-Catholic, and my parents wouldn't let me bring her home because "it would scandalize the children." I was nineteen and equally sure of myself, so I refused to come home without her.