Jacki

“I stayed there until the fire died. So it would not have to die alone.”
― Robert Newton Peck, A Day No Pigs Would Die

“When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

“Try an’ try,” he said, “but when it comes day’s end, I can’t wash the pig off me. And your mother never complains. Not once, in all these years, has she ever said that I smell strong. I said once to her that I was sorry.”
“What did Mama say?”
“She said I smelled of honest work, and that there was no sorry to be said or heard.”
― Robert Newton Peck, A Day No Pigs Would Die

“There would be no work on this day. A day no pigs would die.”
― Robert Newton Peck, A Day No Pigs Would Die