|The Cliffs of Mohr|
My mother always said that her family hailed from both
Uncle Alec learned that in the 1880’s, an Irish lass named, Mary Jane, had done the unthinkable. She was about to have a child but had no husband. Shamed and humiliated, her family turned her out, and she fled from the green hills of
With the proof Uncle Alec had, Mother’s entire family slowly absorbed the fact that they were one-hundred per cent Irish on both parents’ sides. Being in my teen years at the time of this discovery, I thought the whole thing terribly romantic, and I secretly wished to visit
It was a time that only the wealthy vacationed overseas. Working class people like mine stayed close to home. But I held on to my dream to visit the land of my Irish roots.
I held on for fifty years before it became a reality. My husband and I had done some foreign travel after he retired but
back to the northeastern coast. From the moment I stepped onto Irish soil, I felt completely at home.
I had a name and address in a county in
The green, rolling land filled me with a joy I found hard to understand. I warmed to the people and the little pubs where we ate lunch and dinner. I felt completely at home in the various B&B’s, and the lilting Irish speech sounded like music to my ears.
When I stood on the Cliffs of Mohr as the chill wind whipped my hair and I watched waves crashing far below, I wanted to stay forever. A visit to
famous kissing stone enchanted me. I’d visited my Irish roots and the images of all the places we saw will stay with me forever.
It’s still possible to visit your roots without crossing an ocean. We have books, movies, documentaries, TV shows and websites that bring you to the country of your ancestors. There are genealogy libraries and websites that will allow you to research your own family, wherever they came from. It’s never been easier to find your roots.