Truth be told it has been 150 years since my relatives came from Ireland to America and another truth is that along the way that Irish blood was thinned with a little English, German and Swedish. Nevertheless, my first steps in Ireland a few years ago gave me a unique sense of being home especially as we passed through the village where my great, great-grandfather and his six brothers were born in County Clare. Corny I know, but I can’t help reflecting on what the previous generations faced that made them leave their home for the unknown only to face conditions not much better. As I am fortunate to travel frequently, I never fail to be amazed at how blessed we in America are and how much we take for granted, every one of us.

May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures. May all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours!

The picture at the top of this page is a famine cottage.