Friday, March 17, 2017

☘ ☘ ☘ ☘ Happy St. Patrick's Day! ☘ ☘ ☘ ☘

It's that time of year again: St. Patrick's Day! aka The Holiday of Coolness! aka My favorite day ever! (aka my birthday). We are ridiculously Irish around here, in ancestry as well as in our enthusiastic embracing of this part of our heritage.

As is tradition here, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, here are some Irish things I love...


Traditional music, this year from an absolute favorite of mine, Luke Kelly. He had a remarkably unique voice, but also the invaluable ability to imbue a song with emotion and feeling. This is one of my favorite from him: Scorn Not His Simplicity. It is a plea and a reminder of the absolute necessity of valuing the most vulnerable and overlooked and undervalued around us, and to show compassion. Beautiful.

Fiddle music: You need only peek at Longing for Home or Hope Springs (and later this year, Love Remains) to realize how deeply I love Irish fiddle music. Last year I highlighted John Sheehan, a mind-bogglingly talented fiddler. I’m tossing it back to him again this year. This clip cracks me up every time. It is such a great embodiment of the joy of Irish music and the fun that can be had when musicians and listeners really let themselves sit back and love the music.

Modern music: I also super duper love modern Irish music. While I could easily toss out the Corrs or the Cranberries or U2 or many others as examples of modern music coming out of Ireland, I always highlight the Script. They’re an amazing group from Dublin whom I just can’t get enough of. This year, I’m going with a song of theirs from a couple of years ago, “Faith + Science.” It’s one we sing at the top of our lungs at our house anytime we hear it.
This particular clip is from a concert they played in their hometown of Dublin. I’ve heard them talk about that experience, about how amazing and humbling and how much of a dream come true it was to return home and play to a packed arena. Made me love them all the more.

My Family
The more time I spend delving into my own ancestry, the more lines lead back to Ireland. As is often the case with people doing family history work in the Emerald Isle, we have hit so many roadblocks: records that were destroyed, individuals who changed religious affiliation, changing where their records would be found, people so poor that no record of them really exists, etc.
This last spring when I was fortunate enough to travel back to Ireland, I brought with me the very scarce information I had on one particular family line that ends abruptly in Dublin. I knew which church this couple had been married at, as well as the parish where an uncle lived during at least part of his life. I walked to both churches in the hope of finding a headstone or something that would give me some more information. While I didn’t find their headstones (like most churchyards in Dublin’s city center, nearly all the headstones in both churchyards were removed long ago) or any earth-shattering discoveries, I felt remarkably closer to them, knowing I was standing where they stood, knowing they were, in one way or another, nearby, and I felt with utter certainty that they knew I cared enough to try to find them and they felt the love that I feel for them.
Being physically at those churches also provided me with some very important clues in my continued search to piece together their lives, geographical things I likely would never have put together otherwise, and for that I am grateful. The search continues, for them as well as my many other poor, humble, historically insignificant Irish ancestors, but I feel myself getting closer all the time, both to them and the country they called home.

At one of the two churchyards, amongst the few remaining headstones.

The entrance to the other churchyard I visited and a view of the church where one of my ancestors would have worshiped.

Irish Blessings
I always close out my annual Holiday of Coolness post with this gem...

May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He can not turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we may know them by their limping.

Happy Holiday of Coolness, everyone!


ALIandDREW said...

Sarah, which is your favorite recipe for soda bread? I want to make some this year, but there are so many to choose from!

Kira said...

Thank you for Daphne. Amazon sent me the book last week after pre-ordering. Daphne is me. I am always impressed with how real your characters are with their emotional responses to the harshness of life. I identify with the struggles many of them face and find in myself some of the same reactions. It's like reading about myself with a potential solution. Thank you for the help.

Jewel said...

I LOVE what you share here. Ireland is in my ancestry, and we've had some of the same roadblocks when trying to find those ancestors. I got to visit Scotland this spring, and because Scotland also figures pretty prominently in both Steve's and my ancestry, it was powerful to walk in these ancient places and feel closer to my roots. Interesting.


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