Nora Barnacle: Pictor Ignotus
Sean O’Faolain, 2 August 1984
“... eyeballs defocus. He grins with browning teeth. ‘There we are at the cashier’s desk in the hall, poor old Mossy O’Brien and myself, I’d been painting the whole week. Bags on the mat. The pony and trap outside on the gravel waiting to take us off to the GS&WR for Dublin. Behind the counter, in her black bombazine and gold chains, old Ma ... ”