|Thatched home photo Helen tilston|
Born in a thatched house in the west of Ireland to two loving parents, three brothers and three sisters. My sandbox was the Atlantic Ocean, just a few summersaults from our front door.
Learning to read, my sister Philomena's mystery stories, at five years of age, presented me with a love of literature, poetry, drama and music. I am told I, annoyingly, read aloud, in my treble voice, the Sunday newspapers. Music and love was in our hearts.
I bade farewell to my siblings on May 23rd and have joined my parents, sister Philomena and ancestors, hopefully, in heaven. Slán agus beannacht Thomas Glynn, Dublin, Ireland. Now I hand you over to my sister Helen:
Our handsome, young brother is missed more than he will ever know. A poet and bard I would like to share a poem he wrote when he was sixteen years old.
by: Thomas Glynn
Within my life
I weave my colours
My thread is long enough
Between my life and death there are no boundaries
Nor is there an edge to Space
|Photo Helen Tilstn|
Thomas presented me with this poem"Wind" when I first immigrated to the New World.
|Youghal, Photo Helen Tilston|
WIND for my beautiful sister Helen
Will the Wind be wild enough,
To clear our warm worn ways,
And bring to life and light,
Some young green off-spring,
Or will my words be withered
In your winter
And my song be torn to tears
In the wailing wind ......Thomas Glynn 5A
|Celtic Cross -Photo: Helen tilston|
Thomas was also a talented amateur actor and singer. In 1988, RTE held a contest for Ireland's Worst Singer. Thomas on his way down Grafton Street in Dublin, stepped into a phone booth, rang RTE and sang, completely off key "I did it my way" He won two tickets to Michael Jackson's concert in Cork City.
I will leave you with Michael Jackson singing Gone Too Soon