Today I have reflected on whether I have had any Irish influences in my life during the past twelve months and surprised myself by remembering a few occasions when little leprechaun’s have made an appearance in my day.
* It began on this day, one year ago, when I posted an Irish Blessing to celebrate the day.
* One of my nephews travelled overseas during the year, visiting the United Kingdom and Ireland and my sister told me how impressed he was with Ireland in particular. I believe it is one of the most beautiful countries you could ever wish to visit.
* In April last year my husband’s family travelled from far and wide for a family reunion at the old family homestead, “Lisnagar”, which was built in 1902, by my husband’s Irish Catholic great-grandfather, Edward Twohill.
* My husband’s uncle, ninety-five year old Patrick Kelly, passed away. Yes, he was named after St. Patrick himself and if Uncle Pat had lived a few more months, he would have celebrated his ninety-sixth birthday yesterday.
* My own singular Irish ancestor has driven me crazy, by thoughtlessly not leaving any records available to help me trace her line of my family! My great-great grandmother, Catherine Cummins, born 1845 in Waterford, Ireland, has had me wasting away hours on end at the computer in the hope of finding out something…anything, about her family. It would seem that Grandma Catherine has not passed the Luck of the Irish onto her two-times-great-granddaughter for the purpose of her learning some more about her grandmother’s parents and siblings.
Ah well, if the only problem any of us ever has in our lives is the lack of some ancestors names, I think we can declare our lives to be truly blessed!
And speaking of blessings, St. Patrick’s Day would not be complete without wishing you all the blessings your own heart desires, and no one sends blessings in quite the same way as the Irish themselves ~
“May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.” 🙂
In My World 
The top ‘o the mornin’ to you, Miss Joanne! Happy St. Paddies Day. I have a wee bit Irish blood too. Do you think there’s a chance we may be related?
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And to you, Miss Kathy!
Oh, how cool would that be! We could call each other cousin, as we had our over the ‘net visits! Unfortunately, with the state of the Irish ancestry records, we will probably never know. I’d be happy to say we are “Sisters of the Soul”. 🙂
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I hope you had a Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Joanne! I’ve a drop of Irish blood, too. Annie Isabella Hughs. The census record says she was born in Ireland and when she came here she married a Norwegian immigrant. But I’ve no clue as to where in Ireland she was born or even the names of her parents. Here’s to our Irish ancestresses!
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