Typescript draft of Act II, scene 3 of the play 'Swear Not by the Moon'. Pagination.
Sans titreThis sub-series contains mainly letters and postcards to and from Lorna Reynolds' mother, sisters and brother.
Sans titrePostcards from Lorna Reynolds, Kate O’Brien and Darina Silone to Lorna’s sister Eleanor Reynolds, sent during their travels in France and Italy. Also a postcard from Eithne Reynolds in Paris containing general pleasantries.
Sans titrePostcards from Lorna Reynolds to her mother, Teresa Anne Reynolds née Hickey, mostly sent during her travels in France and Italy, describing the sights and the sounds of the places she is visiting, and inquiring after her mother’s health. Some of the cards contain references to Darina Silone and Kate O’Brien, who are travelling with her. Also a card from Kate O’Brien in Oxford to Mrs Reynolds dated 24 March 1948; and a card from Lorna’s sister Annette Mabel Smith née Reynolds in Cork to her mother dated 7 August 1957.
Sans titreLetter to Teresa Anne Reynolds née Hickey from her grandson at St Vincent’s College, Castleknock, Dublin, conveying news of his activities at school. With envelope.
Sans titreLetter to Teresa Anne Reynolds née Hickey from her grandson at St Vincent’s College, Castleknock, Dublin, conveying news of his activities at school. With envelope.
Sans titreThis sub-series contains correspondence between Kate O'Brien and Lorna Reynolds between November 1946 and July 1949, and letters and postcards from Kate O'Brien to Lorna Reynolds between July 1949 and October 1972.
Sans titreLetter from Kate O’Brien, Shelbourne Hotel, Dublin to Lorna Reynolds, 21 Herbert Avenue, Dublin, written at 1.45 am, asking Lorna not to tease and hurt her, and asking her to write often if she writes at all. With envelope.
Sans titreTelegram from Lorna Reynolds to Kate O’Brien, 116 Cliffords Inn, Fetter Lane, London with the words ‘mithers excuse is mine gratitude and greetings’.
Sans titreLetter from Lorna Reynolds, 21 Herbert Avenue, Dublin to Kate O’Brien. She sympathises with Kate for her loss and ponders at some length the issue of human mortality and the mystery of human life as a fragment of something eternal that nobody quite understands.
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