Margaret Kettle (Conlon) and me leaving the Dominican Hall at Fleadh Dhun Dealgan. Margaret, one of my mother's first pupils, tells a great story. Arriving at our house for her weekly fiddle lesson she meets my father at the door. He enquires how much practice she had done. Margaret states that she did a bit all right .. " a fair bit "? my father enquires... ah yes , replies Margaret ... Thats amazing , my father teases, taking her bow from behind his back. You left this behind last week!
