Happy St. Paddy's Day

At some point I wanted this blog to express who I am and where I’ve came from.
I always had a hobby of Genealogy and this time of year I am reminded of my Irish heritage. My Great Grandmother Kate (better known as Granny Burke) was born in Catholic Ireland. She came to this country without her parents. Her parent remained in Ireland, and much more than this I don’t know. Maybe her parents had died with the potato famine, maybe they wanted her to go to make a better life for herself. She had many headaches in this country. She lost 3 sons, 2 as babies and one in his 20's in a car accident. She also lost her husband, and she herself was buried with much honor in her family plot (without a head stone I might add). Little more is known of about this lady. I use the old Irish tales to help me get in touch with my roots. I listen to David O’Donnell singing songs like “Oh Danny Boy” and “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” on PBS and imagine my Granny Burke closing her eyes and dreaming of the old country. Happy St. Paddy’s day to all my friends and family and on behalf of my Irish fore-fathers and mothers.