Cushla: Gypsy Spirit

$20.00

Mist, like a gossamer curtain hung over the coast of Ireland as we sailed away. The waving crowd on the pier blurred as it swallowed them up. Standing trembling at the stern, the Union Jack below me flapped like harsh, taunting applause. Then three loud blasts from the ocean liner’s fog horn jolted me into the realization that I would never see my beloved grandmother again.