On a certain section of the Connecticut Post Road in a town called Westport, a row of neat but nondescript stores sit quietly amid the frenzy of traffic and rhythm of life. One storefront stands out. An Irish flag positioned aside an American one guards the entrance and on certain days if the breeze fromContinue reading “A Thousand Welcomes”
“Last night I had a pleasant dream I woke up with a smile. I dreamt that I was back again in dear old Erin’s Isle” (Lovely Leitrim) “Now this looks interesting!” pondered my father a hint of excitement in his voice as he sat studying the Irish paper. It was the summer of 1977 andContinue reading “Summers Remembered”
If there was a word that existed to describe the opposite of a hoarder, that would describe my mother.
“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir
“How sweetly lies old Ireland, Emerald green beyond the foam, awakening sweet memories, calling the heart back home.” This challenge proposed a challenge for me having just returned from a one week jaunt in Ireland, my mother’s homeland and the magical country often referred to as “a thousand shades of green.” The many photographs I took displayedContinue reading “Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge “Green””
On a recent trip to Ireland I found the very best days involved driving aimlessly through small towns and villages, up and down winding country roads, never knowing what sights await. On one such occasion, somewhere in County Mayo, I spotted this donkey standing at the side of the road, his steady and placid gaze beckoning me to pull over. IContinue reading “A Dapper Donkey”
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so, on the road…Jack Kerouac
I am not superstitious by nature, but this lovely, simple symbol of my Irish heritage is never far from my side. In fact, I keep it tucked in a small zippered compartment of my purse. Made from Connemara marble, the Irish Worry Stone so smooth and cool to the touch, is reputed to keep worries at bay […]