In the last blog post, “Getting Ready To Go Home“, I suggested that I should have suspected things would not go easily. We were travelling around southern Ireland. But, Nooo. I was certain that once we were on our way home, life would be straightforward...
So, I made it clear after the guns clicked as we walked home in the dark. I reiterated the message after we endured more bombings, one in which we lost a friend. We were LEAVING! LEAVING ! LEAVING! Ken said he didn’t feel that afraid. He was willing to stay on for one...
I was done teaching at the country school. Ken was busy working and I was beginning to feel antsy. I needed something to do. I decided to take a course in Irish history at the university. It was an enrichment class, not a regular university course. We met after the...
I was busy enough shopping, stoking fires, writing letters home, but I didn’t feel I was experiencing anything of the country (aside from the scary stuff of course.) Well as it happened, Ken’s friend’s father was principal of a small country school, just outside...
Tell me what you used to do. Our kids and grandkids want to know what we used to be like before we were mom and dad, GranMary and GranKen. I think about that and realize that after the kids came so much of our life was consumed by getting from one day to the next with...
