Today we all pause to celebrate our Irish heritage, be it real or imaginary.
|A school photo with my grandfather, Lallie, on the far right, bottom row. His sister, Mae, is dead center, front row. She is the only surviving member of their family. How about that kid with the BB gun?!|
I'm glad to say that I seem to have plenty of Irish lineage scattered through the generations.
|My great-grandparents, Jim and Tamar. Parents of My grandmother Lucille.|
Folks who lived hard lives farming tobacco in this part of Kentucky.
|My grandmother, Lucille, as a young girl. She is still living in her eighties. In her youth she had blond hair with pale blue eyes. Her hair went jet black, as she aged, and the pale blue eyes remained.|
Who served their country and returned to this small town to continue the family legacy.
|My grandfather, Lallie, as a serviceman in WWII.|
Who became parents, grandparents, and special ladies who sewed my clothes and made matching clothes for my dolls, with the scraps.
|My grandmother Lucille, as a young woman.|
"If you're Irish it doesn't matter where you go - you'll find family."