If I’m Not Irish, What Am I?


I always believed that I was Irish. I can still hear my dad singing, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling,” “Toora Loora Loora,” and my favorite song, “Galway Bay.” As a child, daydreaming about Ireland was one of my favorite pastimes. In my mind’s eye, I danced with the fairies, conversed wth the leprechauns, kissed the Blarney Stone, and watched the sun go down on Galway Bay.
In my thirty-ninth year, a phone call from my younger sister changed all that………….

“Honor your father and your mother…(Exodus 20:12)

This chapter introduces my parents, my sister, my heritage, and the second love of my life.

Tomorrow: A Feeling of Abandonment.

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3 thoughts on “If I’m Not Irish, What Am I?

  1. HI PAT i AM VERY INTERESTED IN WHAT I AM READING SO FAR. I AM VERY ANXIOUS TO GET A COPY OF YOUR BOOK
    WHEN IT BECOMES AVAILABLE. COUSIN JUDY

  2. I love autobiographies and I have read the beginning of the first few chapters. I can’t wait until it is published and I can read the whole book. I am a member of St. Andrew’s Church.

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