From the Red Chair
I sojourned in Ireland for a month during the summer of 2012; I wandered from Dublin and the West Coast across to Malinbeg in Donegal, and then all the way down the West Coast, landing in West Cork. From Cork I meandered to Kilkenny and then back to Dublin. I had yearned to visit Ireland for–wait for it–57 years. I kid you not: from the time I was eight years old I read Anyone, Anything, and Anywhere Irish. I studied Irish history, myth, literature, and their Diaspora. I love Irish cinema and I’ve already spoken of my love of Irish music.
My (mostly) German Old Man called it my Great Affectation, my love for All Things Irish. How perversely delighted was I to find out in later life that our paternal Grandmother was the beneficiary of a significant Irish heritage! Not a huge heritage, for sure, but combined with our maternal…
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