Irish fiction

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Description

Narrator for fictional story about Immigrants in America

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

Irish (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It wasn't only Ned Breen who was shutting layers by dumping the excess weight from his waggon. Goldie's father was discarding something else. He mixed not only with the Irish during the evenings but the Americans, Germans and Russians. He was interested in their lives, their native countries and the stories that revealed what had pushed them westward. The Irish aren't the only persecuted nation, he concluded after hearing their stories of war and genocide. Even at that stage, her father's disdain of the Irishman recounting his catalogue of woes irked him. He corrected his family when they lapsed into Gaelic English. Speak English, he said impatiently when asked his name. He no longer gave the Gaelic name Barack O Neill. But the English translation Barry O Neill Goldie pointed out that their colony in the West would be Irish. Asking surely will speak Gaelic. Not every Irish person speaks Gaelic, he said. Anyway, there are only 11 families. Some may not stay in the West. Some may not even survive, he said dismissively. But your name in Gaelic is your right name, Goldie insisted. At that stage, Goldie's thoughts continue to form in the Irish language. She translate Gaelic to English and hope the words that left her mouth made sense. What's the point in using an Irish name in a country that speaks English? He asked. Her goalie was sitting with her father and her sister, Baby Miriam, on the side of the hill. The sun was setting, and the sky was streaked with oranges, blues and purples. Out here, there's nothing in a man's formal name, Barry told Goldie. We're going to a place where there's no history, only beginnings. There are no towns and nothing to root us to the past. Only the future we make for ourselves. What about Main? Goldie asked of her home parish. Forget Maine, Barry said irritably. And forget the language. Imagine it never existed.