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Charles Lindsey said:   February 2, 2018 8:19 am PST
Just read your short story on the "Michael In Ireland" website. Besides bringing a tear or two to my forgetful eyes, it brought back some sweet and spriitually fulfilling nostalgia to my current day. Thanx for your brilliant writing. I'm a writer as well and I aspire to write as well as you one day. Also will be ordering at least one of your writings to learn more about you and your writing style. Thanx again! CHARLIE "PROFESSOR FEB" LINDSEY

Liz Bartee said:   June 24, 2017 7:00 pm PST
Dear Marie, I just finished reading Lavender Fields and enjoyed it immensely. I lived in Dublin from 1995 till 2003 and the book reminded me of my times spent in the country(outside the city) Thank you for bringing endearing Irish personalities that I loved and miss to life through your writing. I also write so value this story in a special way. God bless you and your family. PS My first love of Ireland came in 1988(first stay there) so my heart is deeply connected with people and life there.

Christine said:   December 1, 2015 8:37 am PST
Hi Marie, I´ve just read "picking the potatoes" ´chapter from your book, which was published in the monthly newsletter, and I found it deeply sensitive. I´m from irish extraction and although I´ve never been in Ireland I feel and I have my roots across the ocean. I´m from Argentina, and I´ll try to get the books you´ve written., Lots of love and keep on writing

Sandy LaFerriere said:   December 1, 2015 7:25 am PST
I loved your "potato picking" story. I am from Maine, USA and my Dad raised potatoes also. Our memories are similar in many ways. It was hard work but fun and satisfying too. The schools closed for several weeks so that kids could pick potatoes . Everyone looked forward to that time. Thank you for sharing your memories. Fond regards, Sandy Kennedy LaFerriere

Anne J said:   March 2, 2015 6:57 am PST
Hi Marie, Pauline just sent me your story about your mother hanging out the washing. Great memories of when we were children and neighbors. I couldn't but shed a tear as I have great memories of her. One in particular has stayed with me throughout the years. Once when we had nothing for supper and my mam asked for something to feed us, your mother gave us a fresh loaf of bread and a tin of beans~ I can still taste that fresh loaf and the hot beans to this day. She was a true neighbor, may she RIP, Love Anne J.

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