This is a beautifully written memoir of a time growing up when the troubles began in Northern Ireland. William D. Hanna is the son of a Presbyterian minister. This isn't the sole focus of this collection of memories, however, which includes memories written by both his parents also. This really is a lovingly written book, it was a pleasure to read it.

This is such an interesting book I really didn't want it to end. The author lovingly recalls memories of his own, as well as delving into fragments of memoir left by his mother and father.
There are poignant moments witnessing his father, a Presbyterian, growing up in the rural idyll of North Antrim, with many Catholic friends. The text is evocative and written with heartfelt sincerity. Then, as the Troubles begin, the author calls the manse adjoining the Windsor Presbyterian Church on Derryvolgie Avenue in South Belfast, home. Belfast becomes a deeply intolerant city torn apart by hatred and violence.
The quality of the writing is compelling, shining a light on good times and bad times, in an Ireland now irrevocably changed.
I eagerly look forward to the author's next book.