Wishing you a
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
whether you are Irish through and through, or Irish just for today!
My mother is #9 of 10 kids from Galway, Ireland.
Mom immigrated to Boston at age 20, leaving behind her beloved parents and some of her siblings. She is the smiley girl on the left.
I have shared this picture of her before; it’s one of my favorites. This photo of mom with her little nieces was taken after my mom had been living in Boston for a couple of years, and took a trip home to Ireland.
I don’t have any pictures of my dad growing up in Ireland but he is from Mayo.
He left Ireland at age 16 to go to work in England, and then came to Boston to join his siblings. Eventually his whole family would immigrate to Boston, leaving behind their home. Here he is with his Irish Football team, Erin’s Hope, in Boston (front row, third from left with the wavy hair 🙂 ).
Mom & Dad met in Boston, got married and proceeded to have four babies.
After Dad died in 1976, Mom packed us up and took us home to be with her own mama for the first of several summers we spent there.
The passport photo for our first summer in Ireland (all the kids on one passport!)
We had four families of aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandmother within close proximity to each other, living in the countryside of Galway, and we loved spending the summers there.
I later learned that many of our Irish cousins always dreamed of leaving (however I don’t think I can use the expression “the grass is always greener” when talking about Ireland. I don’t think there is a greener place on earth!)
Our Irish cousins called us “Yanks” and made fun of our accents.
(Those were my favorite pants ever!)
Summers spent in Ireland….
digging up potatoes for dinner…..picking wild flowers in the fields….eating berries from bushes on the roads……wading through streams in our wellies…..going to the well for buckets of water…….making mud pies and getting good and dirty…..the girls having our hair rolled and pinned the night before Sunday mass……turf fires in every house……baking fresh bread…..milking the cows…..collecting eggs for breakfast……chasing the kitties and chickens……drinking tea……nasty nettle bushes…..warm and loving aunties……kind uncles…..saying the rosary as a family at night before bed……coming home with a brogue that we worked on all summer.
I am so grateful for my family and I am so proud to be Irish!
For your St. Patrick’s Day,
May the sun shine all day long,
Everything go right and nothing go wrong.
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all your wishes you wish come true!