However I did get to thinking about my trips to Ireland. Unfortunately, I lost most of my photos in the Oakland Hills Fire, but I do have a few copies from friends.
|Beautiful St. Patrick window from St. Peter and Paul church in Athlone. |
Copy of a print from my Kodak film days, circa 1987.
We will celebrate the day later with my father and my mother, whose family came from both Northern (Omagh) and Southern Ireland (Athlone). I did not meet any family in Athlone, but I was fortunate enough to drop in on a surprised, related couple out of the blue in Omagh. They were wonderful, giving tea and a tour of the local graveyards to myself and my traveling companion. What lovely people. Oh the stories I heard about the family!
I wish they and my grandmother could have seen James, wearing his Irish shirt and dancing for joy outside the library this morning. This guy has enough charm and blarney to rival a native. And don't forget, he loves to sing and be with people as well:
|Makes me wish I still had some photos from my Irish dancing days.|
Getting on my Irish and joining in the SOOC action at Marvelous Mommy's blog. Come on over to see more or join in!