Sunday, April 19, 2009
This is the greeting you will receive as you are entering the town where I was born. It is a place where you are called ma'am and sir, because that's still expected and taught to their young ones. Where groceries are carried to your car by some sweet lad, that's not allowed to take tips...that's part of his job. Where greetings and waves are normal, even to strangers. But, while walking those streets, you do not feel a stranger. You are always a very welcome part of the community.
Where they are proud of their Irish heritage...history is, that in 1863 it was already called Erin. Because the Irish in the work camps, said it was so like their beloved Ireland with it's lush, green hills...beautiful!
So, tonight I am missing my home place...my beloved Erin. Where I feel so deeply connected. Yet, having spent most of my life in Michigan, I do not feel that same connection...this flat land, is not my land. The hills and the red dirt claim me...beckon me. White Oak creek still sings my name. And I, but close my eyes and hear the voices of my past...whispering this is home.
Love to all!
Posted by Trish at 4/19/2009 06:45:00 PM