One day last week as spring sunshine slanted down across the smoked brown rooftops into little Gramercy Park, Manhattan, a vigorous, courtly gentleman whose well-brushed grey hair and resonant voice belied his 73 years, handed $1,000 and a bronze medal to an Irish gardener named Hannan.
History has but a fleeting smile for kindly old gardeners who like little children. Even the all-chronicling New York Times might have skipped Gardener Hannan, his medal and purse if the smiling man who presented them on behalf of the mothers and fathers living about the park...
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