kevin o'hara

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A Lucky Irish Lad

"Kevin O'Hara's memoir of being Irish and growing up in small-town America of the fifties and sixties captures the time, the place, and the ethnic family values with such an unerring eye that you'll hear the bands on the Fourth of July, taste Mallo Cup candies, share in the cadences of the Rosary----and smell a young draftee's fear in the horror that was the Vietnam War. This is memwoir as tour de force."
               –Patrick Taylor, New York Times bestselling author of An Irish Country Doctor

"This funny, sweet, and fast-moving memoir tells the story of growing up in a large Irish family in a small Yankee town--a way of life that has almost disappeared. Kevin O'Hara deserves a prominent place in the long tradition of the Berkshire's finest story tellers."
               –Debby Applegate, winner of the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for The Most Famous Man in America: The Biography of Henry Ward Beecher

Told in a loquacious style and hitting all the iconic 
moments of childhood, from his first baseball mitt to his first kiss, 
this engaging memoir is sure to warm hearts and elicit knowing nods from
like-minded baby boomers nostalgic for their own 
               –Joanne Wilkinson, ©Booklist Review

Photo Gallery from Kevin's upbringing in Pittsfield, Massachusetts as depicted in "A Lucky Irish Lad"

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Read "A Lucky Irish Lad" to find out what happens on this bridge once upon a time.

     "The Housatonic River, placid in autumn, ice-covered in winter, and roaring mightily in spring, abounded with schools of carp, painted turtles, mallard ducks, and a lone majestic blue heron we called Henry.  The river's hallmark was the metal footbridge that spanned Bel Air Falls, a marvelous cascade that tumbled into a basin of white boulders below...
       This old footbridge was the most direct path to school, but Mom forbade us to cross its narrow span.  She was afraid we'd fall into the water, or maybe  that some troll beneath the bridge would assault us like the Billy Goats Gruff."  
                                                                                       –Excerpt from "A Lucky Irish Lad" by Kevin O'Hara