In the following extracts from 'The Brother (Myles)', artist Micheál Ó Nualláin reflects on the hard life of his older sibling. MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH BRIAN (MYLES)
I MADE MY first acquaintance with Brian as far back as 1932, yet I remember this as if it happened yesterday. I was four years old at the time. I was out on the raised lawn in our back garden on a beautiful summer’s day. I was wearing a floppy summer hat and a child’s suit with two ducks in front staring at each other. I was amusing myself with a hatchet, or as Maureen Potter would have called it, a hacha. Brian must have seen me from one of the windows at the back of the house and rushed out to ensure that I would not do myself a grave injury. I remember seeing him approaching me up the steps. He had a pale white face and two slightly prominent front teeth, like those of a rabbit. He came up to me and said in Irish (which was the language of our home) “Tabháir Damh” (the north of Ireland dialect; “Tabhair Dom” in Munster).







