Letter from George Yeats to Thomas MacGreevy. 14 July 1964.

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46 Palmerston Road
Dublin 6
14 July 1964

My dear Tom

How very nice of you to write — I think you misunderstood a phrase — a very stupid phrase — of mine when we were talking about the "archdeacon". I was remembering a lunch we had in the basement at [p.1 verso] the Gresham with Harold, in 1948. You liked him I think and it was a very happy memory for me — That is why I wanted you [to] dine with me last Friday! He died in his sleep and is buried at Mirfield with his wife. Michael went over — I was not [p.2 recto] able to go. Very much to my surprize [sic] he had arranged with his executor to be cremated. Before the cremation at Bristol the funeral service was at his own church. Then he was taken to Bristol & then to Mirfield where his wife is buried. [p.2 verso]I find myself rather lonely. Thank you for your kind thought about the mass for him. He would have liked that.

Yours affly

George Yeats