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I can see him with his slim, Fred Astaire, stance and his cane. Beautiful story.

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Loved this story. What a wonderful picture you drew

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Paula, I could hear your voice as I read this piece. Thank you for sharing him with us. He was so right about your facility with words so early on and now in full bloom.

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Sorry for being different but I see this story completely differently.

I do not see Uncle Frank “living on.” I see a young girl experiencing a man of great pain and mystery, whom she only saw with an outside veil, who lost his wife, his son and essentially came back to Ireland to die. This story, for me, is about her and her telling the story and her interpreting what she saw. How she tells the story provides insight into her.

That is the beauty of good fiction, we can all see it differently reflecting what is within our own hearts and soul.

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Thanks Jim. I see Frank as a clear example of the old adage: "you can never go home again." As an emigrant myself, I know this to be true.

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He was the cleanest man I’d ever seen. Oh Paula this is just gorgeous.!

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Wonderful writing, Paula. You bring him to life for us.

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A lovely story about a lovely man.

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Every Irish Catholic had an uncle Frank

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Lovely descriptions- and those contrasts in making out! Thank you for bringing Uncle Frank to us, and so vividly.

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Beautifully written, Paula. You ought to turn this into a novel.

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Uncle Frank lives on, in your beautifully told story ❤️

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I just love these glimmers of people gone by. Thank you for sharing your Uncle Frank with us, Paula.

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This is told so sweetly

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I very much enjoyed reading your story

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A lovely slice of family history! Thank you.

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A lovely, sweet story.

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