THE RAM'S HORN I have turned to the landscape because men disappoint me: the trunk of a tree is proud; when the woodmen fell it, it still has a contained ionic solemnity: it is a rounded event without the need to tell it. I have never been compelled to turn away from the dawn because it carries treason behind its wakened face: even the horned ram, glowering over the bog hole, though symbol of evil, will step through the blown grass with grace. Animal, plant or insect, stone or water, are, every minute, themselves; they behave by law. I am not required to discover motives for them, or strip my heart to forgive the rat in the straw. I live my best in the landscape, being at ease there; the only trouble I find I have brought in my hand. See, I let it fall with a rustle of stems in the nettles, and never for a moment suppose that they understand. -- John HEWITT (b. 1907)

BIO: Barry Douglas, the outstanding young concert pianist, speaks quietly but passionately about the island of Ireland which gave him so many of his formative experiences. He was born in Belfast now 40 years ago, educated at Methodist College in Belfast. He quickly established a local reputation as an outstanding musician, but in 1986 he made a major breakthrough by winning the Gold Medal at the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition in Moscow. He has worked with the world's major orchestras including the Berlin Philharmonic and Leipzig Gewandhaus in Germany, and with the orchestras of Philadelphia, Chicago, Cleveland and Los Angeles in the United States. He is a regular visitor to Ireland where he has performed with the National Symphony Orchestra in Dublin, and the Ulster Orchestra in Belfast. His wife's family live in Lurgan, Co. Armagh, and his mother came from Co. Sligo. Barry Douglas says, "I love humour, For me it alleviates, it underlines, it clarifies. The Irish are comfortable with humour. They have a way with words that maybe goes back to pre-Christian days, I don't know. It's in the genes, there is this facility with words which helps to lighten the burden. Artists are very fortunate because they can move among all sorts of people, and feel completely at home. I can move among Catholics and Protestants and among Northerners and Southerners, and I am accepted. That is a great advantage." In 1998, he and his family were looking for a house in Dublin.

GRAMMUDDER for Ann McCardy Murphy 1943. You hummed "Over There" absently, but another war throbbed in memory You poured Irish tea into white enamel cups steaming pale rinds of smoke into casks of afternoon silence. I ate scones and heard pipers, Robert Emmett's last speech on the dock. Fenians, republicans lined up, your brother Jack beaten with a horse crop, bleeding in his own velvet fields, the brocade lands of Mullingar. Your stories held onto that world, useless as the blind collie sleeping at your feet. You gave stories like hidden tongues that might speak later on, might wake a partisan heart I have always remained Irish, missing something I cannot name. It has given me an edge. -- "Grammudder" by Renny Golden, from "The Next Parish Over," ed. Patricia Monaghan, pub. New Rivers Press. (Note - Mullingar is in Co. Westmeath).

WHEN NEW YORK WAS IRISH I'll sing you a song of days long ago When people from Galway and County Mayo And all over Ireland came over to stay And take up a new life in Americay. They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad To grow old in a new world through good times and bad All the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes When New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks. We worked on the subways, we ran the saloons We built all the bridges, we played all the tunes We put out the fires and controlled City Hall We started with nothing and wound up with it all. They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad To grow old in a new world through good times and bad All the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes When New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks. You could travel from Kingsbridge to Queens or mid-town >From Highbridge to Bay Ridge, from uptown to down >From the East Side to the seaside's sweet summer scenes -- We made New York City our island of dreams. They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad To grow old in a new world through good times and bad All the parties and weddings the ceilis and wakes When New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks. I look at the photos, now brittle with time Of the people I cherished when the city was mine O how I loved all those radiant smiles How I long for the days when we danced in the aisles. They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad To grow old in a new world through good times and bad All the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes When New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks. -- Terence Winch Irish-American police officers and firefighters have given their lives countless times, leaving their grieving families to dwell on the tragic ironies of working in such "secure" professions, but in an excerpt from "Irish in America," (1997) Michael Coffey & Terry Golway, Dennis SMITH (author of "Report From Engine Co. 82) shared his thoughts and some of the history of the NYC Fire Department: "In my own 18 years with the New York City Fire Department, I often wondered why so many of my predecessors were Irish. I once heard it said that the Irish came off the farms in Ireland and were homesick for the rear end of a horse, and that's why they joined the fire departments of America! There is no doubt that the clanging bells and the horses galloping through narrow cobblestone streets offered more excitement than ever could be imagined in the bogside. And I am sure horses had something to do with it because the Irish are still to this day known as having magical powers wit! h equines and horses did pull New York's fire engines until 1922. But I believe that the Irish were first taken into the fire departments because of their considerable strength and bravery. And being natural raconteurs, they must have been most appreciated at the afternoon tea breaks around firehouse kitchen tables. In the first ten years after NY created a paid fire department, beginning in 1865, five of the 20 firefighters who died in the line of duty were Irish. In the next 30 years, from 1865 to 1905, one hundred firefighters made the supreme sacrifice, and 66 of them were Irish. Seventeen of our first 23 fire commissioners were Irish, as were 13 of our first 17 chiefs of the department. And two of these, Hugh BONNER and John KENLON, were actually born in Ireland. I grew up on the East Side of New York, where the neighborhoods were almost all Irish, where my friends had fathers who were cops or firemen or construction workers, and where my own thoughts about work! ing were molded by bits and pieces of conversations through the years. NYC firefighters and police were awarded the 20-year pension soon after the turn of the century because, it was rightly argued, they were both extremely strenuous and important jobs, and it was necessary to induce the brave-hearted to retire early so that the average age in the departments were kept young and the men physically viable... I spent nearly two decades with the NYC Fire Department, and I know that I will never again feel the thrill or the sense of accomplishment that came with pushing into the whirlwind of smoke in a burning building with those men of Engine 82 and Ladder 31 -- all neighborhood guys, like me, many with names like McCarthy, Bollon, Cassidy, and O'Meara. The Irish were central to the reputation for bravery in the annals of the department, but there were others, too, with names like Miloslau, Knapp, Coscia, and Rivera. Today, there are more Italians in the department than Iris! h, and there are more Hispanics and African Americans than ever before. The personality of the department will change according to immigration patterns, and it could be said that the Irish prevailed in numbers and administrative power for about 100 years. It is time now for other groups to prevail."

I'm sorry to post this on list but I have lost contact with a dear friend I found on this list.She must have changed addresses because my messages are now bouncing. Her name is Carole Buehler.Her husband is Jack.She has 5 grown children with families & is in her mid 60's. She lives neat Ct Shores which is part of Connecticut ,USA.( which is next to Rhode island) They have the Groton naval base close to where they live.She owned a local craft shop near home for over 20 years & now works with one of her daughters who runs a similar business.I think they run craft classes from home now. Please do not flame me for this message as I promise it is a once off.After all genealogy is about families & friends.So I hope I will be forgiven.The two of us have shared a lot about our families & it would be sad if we can't find each other again. We last spoke in mid June & she wasn't feeling very well then & I am worried about her. If anyone knows or has heard of her or knows how I can get in touch again I will truly appreciate it.Maybe even someone lives in the area & if it was a local call could phone her ? I think friends are the next most precious thing in life to family. I hope someone can help me find my friend. Many Thanks Colleen DUNK - South Australia cdunk@ozemail.com.au

The Turlough Park Museum of Country Life is part of the National Museum of Ireland (the only branch to be situated outside Dublin) and occupies a new building which seems to be nestled into the terraced grounds of a Victorian estate near Castlebar, Co. Mayo. It's collections commemorate the everyday life of plain working people and celebrate that much of the drudgery, coarseness and hardship of rural life is now a thing of the past. A fine photograph of young women working on the pier at Port Magee, Co Kerry, circa 1900, for example, has a caption reminding us that these women spent the day gutting and salting fish, while standing barefoot among stinking entrails. Every single item in the museum - i.e., spinning wheel, dress and footwear, hunting and fishing and agricultural implements, domestic utensils, religious and educational materials, games and past-times, furniture, etc. - was at one time used. There are no replicas and very few display cases are used. Admiss! ion is free and guided tours can be arranged. Turlough Park House is a three-storey Victorian Gothic mansion designed in 1865 by Thomas Newenham DEANE, who also designed the National Museum in Kildare St., Dublin. It was bult for the FITZGERALD family, who had owned lands there since the 1650s. The estate takes its name from the lake on its grounds; a turlough is a lake that dries up in the summer. When the Fitzgeralds built the 1865 house, one of several they had lived in on the site, the river was dammed to fill the turlough as a year-round pleasure lake. Three rooms in the Victorian house have been restored for visitors and the lovely grounds contain an elegant glass-house with plants, but the main focus is the museum and on the life lived by the majority of Irish country people. The Folklore Commission was founded in the 1930s. They recorded people talking about their lives, took photographs and made simple documentary films. Thousands of volunteers collected folklore - stories, myths and beliefs - while others concentrated on obtaining objects used in daily life and the skills needed to produce them. They found that hands were never idle. Women of the Claddagh in Galway invented a special kind of basket that could be worn over their heads, leaving their hands free to work at their knitting as they walked to market. Attractive, walk-through museum displays include bellows and other implements of the blacksmith's trade and those of a shoemaker. One sees tongs in place over a cradle. Iron was regarded as a powerful protection against the supernatural; it was believed that tongs or other iron objects placed above a cradle would ward off fairies. Reels of film shakily shot in black and white give footage of men in a tiny currach attack a basking shark with their oars, tow the massive creature ashore, lift it by crane, and butcher it with sharp, hook-like knives. Another interesting exhibit is that of a schoolmaster and his school room, with large photographs of pupils on the walls. A short audio-visual film at Turlough Park with script written and narrated by poet Theo DORGAN, introduces the museum as the guardian of the memory of the Irish people and the daily life of rural ancestors. Excerpts, "Ireland of the Welcomes," Sept-Oct 2002.

GOLDEN AGE: MONART, CO. WEXFORD THERE was a land of milk and honey. Year by year the rectory garden grew Like a prize bloom my height of summer. Time was still as the lily ponds. I foreknew No chance or change to stop me running Barefoot for ever on the clover's dew. Buttermilk brimmed in the cool earthen Crocks. All day the french-horn phrase of doves Dripped on my ear, a dulcet burden. Gooseberry bushes, raspberry canes, like slaves Presented myriad fruit to my mouth. In a bliss of pure accepting the child moves. Hand-to-mouth life at the top of the morning! Shabby, queer-shaped house -- look how your plain Facts are remembered in gold engraving! I have watched the dead -- my simple-minded kin, Once bound to a cramped enclave -- returning As myths of an Arcadian demesne. Hens, beehives, dogs, an ass, the cobbled Yard live on, brushed with a sunshine glaze. Thanks to my gaunt, eccentric uncle, His talkative sister, and the aunt who was My second mother, from all time's perishable Goods I was given these few to keep always. -- C. Day-Lewis, Anglo-Irish Poet Laureate of England

BIO: A shy and modest man, elderly Bernard Walsh was surprised that so many people were attracted to his secluded garden he quietly made for his own enjoyment. This gentleman's story with accompanying photos can be found in the July-Aug 1984 issue of "Ireland of the Welcomes." Walsh's "water garden" sprung from an unnamed brook winding its otherwise uneventful way through Ladywell, a tranquil section of Thomastown, Co. Kilkenny, before tumbling unnoticed into the nearby river Nore. The garden was a small wonderland, a colourful mini-extravaganza of flowers, shrubs, miniature fountains and moving water. The "Genneria manicatea," an impressive flowering aquatic shrub found in Brazil, and the "Minulus," in various colours, happily contributed to the overall pleasing vista. Walsh's garden was bounded on one side by 13th-century town walls, built by Thomas FitzAnthony, a Norman overlord who gave his name to the town. It was overlooked by the ruins of the Dominican Friary. These important structures hardly intruded - within the garden one was conscious only of the peace, the sound of water and of birdsong. Bernard's portable garden seat was made from the wheels of a reaper and binder, given him by the late Dorothy Archer-Houblon who lived nearby. She was the trainer of the Queen's horse for the ceremonial trooping of the colours in London. The seat timbers were cut from beams of the old wooden toll bridge at Fiddown, where travellers paid an old penny toll to cross the river Suir. Each summer, Bernard with his sisters, May and Kathleen, would welcome visitors and offer tea by the fish pond. To Bernard, there was a beauty and use in everything. One section of his garden featured tractor seats mounted on little wooden stakes rising out of the soil like colourful blossoms -- Victor, Patent, Martin Stamford, Blackstone & Co. Stamford, Pierce, Orion, Bamfords, Albion, Hornsby, O'Reilly Kilkenny, Walter A. Wood.

Hello I'm trying to find a birth entry for a Margaret Mary Sherwood, born 21st August 1863 in Rahan or Edenderry, County Offaly. I know her father's name is Richard but that is it. As it is before Civil registration I really need to get access to the parish records I suppose. Any help would be gratefully appreciated. Allyson Jardine Dumfries, Scotland _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx

A PICTURE BY RENOIR Two stocky young girls in the foreground stoop For a ball -- red dress, white pinafore. Toned with the sunburnt grass, two more Follow in beige. That wayward troupe Is the butterfly soul of summer. Beyond them a stripe of azure-blue Distance fades to the kind of sky That calls for larks. In the blend of high Colour and hazy line is a clue To the heart of childhood summer. So lively they are, I can all but see Those halcyon girls elude the frame And fly off the picture, intent on their game Wherever the ball may go, set free Into eternal summer. It does what pictures are meant to do -- Grasp a moment and throw it clear Beyond the reach of time. Those four Maidens will romp for ever, true To all our youthful summers. -- C. Day-Lewis, Anglo-Irish Poet Laureate of England

BIO: Texas-born Douglas CORRIGAN (1907-1995) was a welder by trade and an amateur pilot. Inspired by Lindbergh's famous 1927 Atlantic crossing, Corrigan bought a 1929 Curtis-Robin plane off a garbage pile. He modified and rebuilt the plan so that it could make a flight across the Atlantic. Officials at the Federal Bureau of Air Commerce, however, denied him the permit, citing his inexperience as a pilot and the dreadful condition of his airplane. Determined to get his share of aviation glory, Corrigan hatched an ingenious plan. On July 18, 1938, he set off in his plane bound, he told his friends, for California. Instead, he pointed his plane NE and soared out over the Atlantic. Some 28 hours and 13 minutes later (five hous better than Lindbergh) he touched down at Baldonnel Airport near Dublin. "Just in from New York," he announced to the startled airfield attendants, "Where am I?" When informed that he was in Ireland, Corrigan feigned shock. "You mean," he said, "this isn't California?" Word spread quickly about the wacky Yank who'd mistakenly made a 3,150-mile transatlantic flight without benefit of a radio or navigational equipment other than a compass. For two weeks he was Ireland's biggest celebrity and when he returned to the U. S. on August 4th, "Wrong Way" Corrigan received a hero's welcome. His plan had worked to perfection. The bizarre nature of his feat earned him the fame he sought, and since the whole thing was an "honest mistake," he avoided prosecution for making an unauthorized flight. Corrigan earned a few dollars selling his story to magazines and Hollywood, then took up farming in California and disappeared from public view. He stuck to his story that his famous journey had been a mistake right up to the day he died. The sentimental still believed him. The rest understood his story for what it was -- a brilliant bit of well-timed blarney. -- Excerpt, "1001 Things Everyone Should Know About Irish American History, " Edward T. O'Donnell (2002).

BEAUTY SHOW: CLIFDEN, CO. GALWAY They've come to town from each dot on the compass, they're Wild as tinkers and groomed to an eyelash, And light of foot as a champion featherweight Prance on the top of the morning. They walk the ring, so glossy and delicate Each you'd think was a porcelain masterpiece Come to life at the touch of a raindrop, Tossing its mane and its halter. The shy, the bold, the demure and the whinnier, Grey, black, piebald, roans, palominos Parade their charms for the tweedy, the quite un- Susceptible hearts of the judges. Now and again at the flick of an instinct, As if they'd take off like a fieldful of rooks, they will Fidget and fret for the pasture they know, and The devil take all this competing. The light is going, the porter is flowing, The field a ruin of paper and straw. Step neatly home now, unprized or rosetted, You proud Connemara ponies. -- C. Day-Lewis, Poet Laureate, England (Anglo-Irish origins)

BIO: Capuchin friar Fr. Theobold Mathew founded the Cork Total Abstinence Society in 1838. His camp-style revivial meetings drew tens of thousands, his message a mixture of Catholic piety, Protestant-style self improvement and nationalism. One of his slogans was "Ireland sober is Ireland free." By 1840, the Society claimed that nearly half the population of Ireland had "taken the pledge" to abstain from alcohol for life. By 1842 that trend began to rapidly reverse due to Fr. Mathew's financial struggles, the fact that most priests were opposed to absolutism on the issue of drink, the Great Potato Famine, as well as the deeply rooted tradition of drink in Irish culture. Fr. Mathew traveled to America in 1849 and spread his message among the Irish there, returning to Ireland two years later. By the time of his death in 1856, Ireland's alcohol consumption had returned to its level in the mid-1830s. Fr. Mathew did succeed in establishing a total abstinence tradition in Ireland - although with a small membership, it continues to this day.

THE WHISPERING ROOTS Roots are for holding on, and holding dear. Mine, like a child's milk teeth, came gently away >From Ireland at the close of my second year, Is it second childhood now -- that I overhear Them whisper across a lifetime as if from yesterday? We have had blood enough and talk of blood, These sixty years. Exiles are two a penny And race a rancid word; a meaningless word For the Anglo-Irish; a flighty cuckoo brood Foisted on alien nests, they knew much pride and many Falls. But still my roots go whispering on Like rain on a soft day. Whatever lies Beneath their cadence I could not disown; An Irish stranger's voice, its tang and tone, Recalls a family language I thrill to recognize. All the melodious places only seen On a schoolboy's map -- Kinsale, Meath, Connemara; Writers -- Swift, Berkeley, Goldsmith, Sheridan: Fighters, from Vinegar Hill to Stephen's Green: The Sidhe, saints, scholars, rakes of Mallow, kings of Tara -- Were background music to my ignorant youth. Now on a rising wind louder it swells >From the lonely hills of Laois. What can a birth - Place mean, its features comely or uncouth, To a long-rootless man? Yet still the place compels. We Anglo-Irish and the memory of us Are thinning out. Bad landlords some, some good, But never of a land rightfully ours, We hunted, fished, swore by our ancesors, Till we were ripped like parasite growth from native wood. And still the land compels me; not ancestral Ghosts, nor regret for childhood's fabled charms, But a rare peacefulness, consoling, festal, As if the old religion we oppressed all Those years folded the stray within a father's arms. The modern age has passed this island by And it's the peace of death her revenants find? Harsh Dublin wit, peasant vivacity Are here to give your shallow claims the lie. Perhaps in such soil only the heart's long roots will bind -- Even, transplanted, quiveringly respond To their first parent earth. Here God is taken For granted, time like a well-tutored hound Brought to man's heel, and ghosting underground Something flows to the exile from what has been foresaken. In age, body swept on, mind crawls upstream Toward the source; not thinking to find there Visions or fairy gold -- what old men dream Is pure restatement of the original theme, A sense of rootedness, a source held near and dear. -- Anglo-Irish C. Day-Lewis, Poet Laureate, England

BIO: Five SULLIVAN brothers, Albert, Francis, George, Joseph and Madison, were born in Waterloo, Iowa, between 1914 and 1920. In 1937, George and Francis enlisted in the Navy. They were followed by their three younger brothers shortly after the bombing of Pearl Harbor plunged the United States into war. In February 1941 all five were assigned to the light cruiser, the "USS Juneau." After service in the Pacific , including combat actions in the Guadalcanal Campaign, they were lost on November 13, 1942, when a Japanese submarine torpedoed and sank the ship. The tragedy received extensive press coverage in the U.S., resulting in a new Navy policy prohibiting family members from serving together in the same ship. The story of the Sullivan brothers was commemorated in the patriotic film, "The Fighting Sullivans." The Navy commemorated the Sullivans by naming a destroyer in their honor.

Origins.net launches 'the search engine for genealogy'. 2 September 2002 Origins.net (www.origins.net), the major source of key Scottish and English genealogical data on the web, is pleased to announce a new service, Origin Search (http://www.originsearch.com). Origin Search is a specialized web search engine for genealogy and costs only $5 for 24 hours unlimited use. Using search criteria designed specifically for family history research, Origin Search addresses a major difficulty in genealogical research: how to find nuggets of information of real value to your research which may be buried deep within millions of web pages. There are many hundreds of millions of genealogical records scattered around the world-wide web, but even the best general purpose web search engines, such as Google or MSN search, will not find more than a fraction of these records or will require manually filtering a huge amount of irrelevant results. Origin Search allows users to locate ancestors' information using structured searches based upon events from marriages to mentions in ships' passenger lists, with grouping of results by region, and with a proprietary mechanism for retrieving alternate name spellings, NameXT. Unlike many other genealogy servic! es, including Origins.net's own English Origins, Origin Search is not limited to specific collections of genealogical databases or to a small collection of web pages but locates genealogical information over the entire web. Origins.net founder and CEO, Ian Galbraith said: "We believe that Origin Search is a primary example of the future direction that the search engine industry will follow. Many search engines are beginning to offer specialist services, such as news search, in response to users' needs. Genealogy is the second biggest use of the Internet but to date there has not been a "Google for genealogy". For less than the price of the bus fare to the local library, family history enthusiasts have access to one of the most sophisticated search tools in the world, from their own home". The launch version of Origin Search locates records containing over 340 million names. Searching for names in unstructured data A researcher may be looking for records referring specifically to the immigration of someone into the United States; a traditional search engine would return all mentions of this name from genealogical information of any sort to a basketball score from a team player. Origin Search only returns information which is relevant to family history research, and regardless of how the name appears on the web page - eg "John Smith", "Smith, John" or "J. B. Smith". Searching for ancestors has long been a notoriously difficult task since people have often used abbreviations and spelling variations or changed their name when emigrating to another country such as the United states. 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Recent Uploads to Olive Tree Genealogy Ships Passenger Lists Section at http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/ http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/nb_progress1847.shtml The Ship Progress from Ireland to St John New Brunswick 1847 http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/la_superior1848.shtml The Ship Superior from Ireland to New Orleans Louisiana 1848 http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/pa_alleghany1847.shtml The Ship Alleghany from Ireland to Philadelphia PA 1847 Ships from Ireland can be found at http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/irish_index.shtml Ships to LA can be found at http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/tousa_la.shtml Ships to PA can be found at http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/tousa_pa.shtml Ships to Canada can be found at http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/tocanp01.shtml All my online ships are organized by year of sailing (in chronological order) as well as by port of arrival. Within port of arrival the ships are chronological. As well you can use my search engines to search the Internet for ships lists to the following places: CANADA http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/search_shipscanada.shtml USA (Separate search engines for Delaware, LA, MD, New England, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New York, N & S Carolina, PA, Texas and Virginia) http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/search_ships.shtml Good luck, and have fun! Lorine**Search Ships Passenger Lists to USA http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/search_ships.shtml **Search Ships Passenger Lists to Canada http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/search_shipscanada.shtml **Search Ships Passenger Lists to Australia/New Zealand http://olivetreegenealogy.com/ships/searchships_aus.shtml otg@csolve.net

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Good morning listers, Please accept my apologies for diverting from the topic of genealogy but I just felt compelled to share this with you. I have a love of Irish music and dancing, inherited I guess from my wonderful grandmother. As a young girl in Ireland she was reportedly and excellent step-dancer and performed at many local events and won many prizes in competition. By the time I arrived in this world she was past middle age and suffered with arthritis so she didn't dance anymore. But whenever the Irish tunes played anywhere within her hearing, her face lit up, her hands clapped and her feet tapped as she regressed into her "memories" She and I used to listen to Irish records when I was growing up and I too still start moving in rhythm when I hear them. Last night I was watching (for the umpteenth time) a video I purchased a few years back when I went to see a performance of "Riverdance" and it brought back to mind my dead grandmother...and a poem she used to repeat over and over to me. It went like this: The Irish Dancer I am of Ireland And of the Holy land Of Ireland Good sir, pray I thee, For of Saint Charity Come and dance with me In Ireland (Anonymous (14th cent.) I am the first generation born in this country (my parents arrived in 1926) but I return to my roots whenever possible even though I no longer have any known relatives left over there. But it always "seems like home" and I always make sure to go somewhere where there are Irish dancers performing. As I sit back and watch there shining faces I "dream" the face of my grandmother up there. If God and my health permits I plan to go back again a year from this month. By then I will have saved up enough out of my pension to be able to afford to go again "one more time" Again...apologies for rambling off topic, but Ireland and my family (all of whom are gone now) have been much on my mind of late. Michelle-Vt. USA