This is me crossing the River Shannon in the Republic of Ireland in October 2008. I cannot believe it has been nearly fourteen years ago. I was awed by the stunning beauty of the Republic of Ireland. I’d heard that the landscape was a variety of shades of green. I wasn’t prepared to truly take in the absolute breathtaking landscape and its shades of green. So beautiful. So breathtaking.
This was a dream come true to see that mythical place that had dwelled in my imagination ever since I first heard my father tell scattered pieces of family history about a distant grandmother whose family had originated in Ireland and ended up in the Colony of Georgia.
My family history is very fragmented. But, I guess, that’s to be expected since I am an American. Literally, my ancestors came from pretty much everywhere. . .
Next stop: Melos, Greece. . .Majorca, Spain. . .Sicily. . .France. . .Norway. . .Senegal. . .Alabama. . .Mississippi. . .Scotland. . .Austria. . .
It’s interesting to think of all the people who make us who we are at this moment in time.
When I was in the Republic of Ireland, I walked those cobblestone streets and I tried to imagine who those distant ancestors were. . .and what if they had never left that place.
What if?
What if?
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