The west of Ireland is Europe’s last stop. To Yeats it was a kind of lost Eden of myth and legend, the green land of heart’s desire in opposition to the gray pavements of the crowded, fallen, modern cities to … Continue reading
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Mark Twain is supposed to have said of Hartford, “If you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes.” But I don’t believe he said Hartford. He probably said Ireland. Not that the weather is varied. It is rainy. It figures … Continue reading
I came to Ulster hoping to learn another crumb or two about my wife’s Scots-Irish ancestors, but I knew it was highly unlikely. Family history is a collaborative and accretive endeavor and many others before me have sifted through the … Continue reading