My mother-in-law, Scotty, would sometimes tell me stories about her childhood in Glasgow, and once she told me of the old lamplighter who was known as “The Leary” from R L Stephenon’s famous poem. Every evening at dusk the old man would move down the street with a long pole that had a tiny flame at the end of it, lighting one lamp after another, bringing light to the whole district. Scotty ended her story with the remark, “… and after a while, Son, the Leary would be completely out of sight way down the street somewhere, but you could always tell which way he’d gone by the light he left behind.”

Pete Sumner

The Lamplighter

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