A Special Irish Institute Offering
Please join us on Sunday, September 30 at 3 p.m. in the Reception Room of Kellenberg Hall for a special lecture being offered by the Irish Studies Institute.
We are pleased to have joining us this Sunday author, Maura Mulligan, who will discuss her new book, "Call of the Lark." More about Ms. Mulligan and her book is included below from an article in the Irish Echo. Irish Institute lectures are free of charge.
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Even before it was officially launched at the Irish Consulate on May 10, the 54th anniversary of her immigration to the United States, Maura Mulligan's memoir "Call of the Lark" was winning praise.
The Irish-American novelist and essayist Peter Quinn described it as a "poignantly honest, beautifully written account of one woman's journey to spiritual and emotional independence. Whether describing the poverty of her childhood in rural Ireland, or the experience of immigration to America, or the discipline and turmoil she encountered in convent life, Mulligan vividly and flawlessly evokes the worlds she has traveled through. Hers is a memoir to savor and remember."
Kate Kerrigan, the London-born author of "Ellis Island" who now lives in her mother's County Mayo, said it is a "beautifully drawn and evocative memoir full of rich detail and deep human stories."
Kerrigan added: "'Call of the Lark' perfectly captures the unique atmosphere of rural Mayo. A wonderful read, and a great historical resource."
But perhaps we should also let the author herself summarize her book: "You could say it's the story of a woman who found the courage to change her life more than once. As a young girl in Ireland, I worked as a servant in 'a grand house.' At 17, I sailed to America and worked as a telephone operator. Answering a higher call, I entered a Franciscan convent and became a nun. Later I made the decision to leave that life and start over.
"Call of the Lark," she said, "is a chronicle of life in rural Ireland in the 1940s and '50s. I reminisce about my childhood on a rain-swept farm in Mayo, where women smoke clay pipes at a wake, the donkey brings turf from the bog to keep the fire burning, and children dibble the spuds, pick blackberries, and dodge cane-wielding schoolmasters."