Uncle Leo at Ballycoog, Wicklow

Wicklow, Ireland
June, 1964. Taken on a "goodbye" visit before we left for the States.
Leo was not a true relative but somehow related to my mother's stepmother, who was born nearby but left to go "into service" in England as a young woman.
He was a kind hearted, gentle, funny man who was so kind to me when I went back on visits in my 20s. He had not traveled far, but was so full of curiosity about the rest of the world (even as he laughed about it.)
He used to ask me all sorts of questions saying,
"Now I've heard in America they...." with great wonder and amusement.
Across the valley I worked as a nanny for an Anglo-Irish family. The contrasts between lives could not have been greater.