Traveling Back To Ireland

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I have been blessed in my life by the presence of a number of strong women, mentors who molded and shaped me into a much better person than I would have become without them.  They guided and taught and led by example, but mostly, they told me stories within which were embedded lessons sufficient for a lifetime.

Stories heard at my maternal grandmother and paternal great-aunt’s knees wove for me a tapestry of wonder and delight as they recalled legends and lore passed both by word of mouth and through their grade school primers.  Never one for the fantasy of fairy stories, I clung to these probably romanticized accountings of real events before my time as if to a lifeline.

I followed Sacagawea as she led Lewis and Clark beneath the canopy of the Pacific Northwest forests.  I entered Indiana and settled around Turkey Run State Park with early relatives, and I crossed the plains on the seat of a covered wagon.  I held court with Queen Elizabeth I, and I joined King Arthur at his Round Table.  I walked the streets of Dicken’s London, I suffered through the Irish Potato Famine of the 1840s, and with my great-aunt I passed through Ellis Island.

If I closed my eyes and leaned my head against their shoulder as they spoke, I traveled – oh, yes, I traveled – to places and times I had never known.  I smelled the pines beneath which Sacagawea and I walked and the peat smoke billowing from a stone cottage pressed against the rock outcropping of a mountain in the Celtic countryside.

For these memories, not my own or even theirs, were more real to me than those of the cold cereal I had consumed that morning.  Is it any wonder that back before time, I became a history major?

To this day, I feel a kinship with the trees as I walk beneath them – alone now without my Sacagawea, and nothing rests me more than a glimpse of them.  The Northwest calls to me.  It won’t be long before I will, perhaps once again, make it my home.

Still, I remember the ancient grave of a Celtic tribal king – dug into the mountainside, a huge slab of rock forming its long-lasting lintel.  For it is not an early Dublin that I remember, but rather the countryside with its walls formed in part to separate the unforgiving fields and in part in a futile attempt to clear them.

In memory, I stand on the edge of a high cliff, the wind whipping the loosened tresses of my hair as a I look across the water towards what will be my young husband’s and my new home.  I remember the feel of my mother’s cheek against my own as we hug goodbye, each knowing in our hearts that this hug will be our last.

It is again time to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, and I wish you good cheer!

I have cruised the aisles of my grocery store and gathered in my annual soda bread, as well as the Irish butter and cheeses that I must have with it.  I have prepared a pot of Irish stew, and I look forward to a round of buttery Colcannon.  I will toast a friend with a bit of Bailey’s, and I’ll pass around a dish of Irish chocolates.

But when my company has left and the Chieftains playing from the Bose have been turned down low, I will close my eyes and smell the smoke of peat, as I sip on my mug of strong-flavored Irish tea.

Dad will play his Bodran from where he sits beside the fire, and Mother will laugh and dance a jig, as I hold my young husband’s hand and try not to think of never seeing them or my baby sister again.  It is these I loved and remember more strongly in my mind’s eye than if I had sat with them this morning, who I celebrate each St. Patrick’s Day.  For it was upon their backs and the backs of many others like them that this country of mine was in large part built.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Annie Acorn

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2 Responses to Traveling Back To Ireland

  1. Annie, I love this post. It pays tribute to our ancestors in such an evocative and appreciative way. Your words wove a magic spell for me as I contemplated my own heritage and the courage and sacrifice it took for folks to leave their homes, families and countries to forge a new beginning in a new land. Thanks for the journey!

    • Annie says:

      Beverly – Thanks for the lovely comment. I’ve always felt that our ancestors contribute much to who we are. Annie

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