Tag Archives: Ireland

Is America Wearing the Same Old Historical Rags?

I have been remiss in blog writing. I can hardly find the time to write, edit, and wrap my mind and heart around the times we’re living in. I have so much to say, but how to say it slant? … Continue reading

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My Seventh Journey to Ireland

It had been seven years since my last Ireland visit and when I traveled on August 7th, it was my seventh journey to celebrate a January 7th birthday. I hadn’t an inkling there were so many seven occurrences until a … Continue reading

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A Woman Needs A Woman to Pray To!

It is a frigid -2 degrees morning with glittering sun-gold snow mounds and I am in need of prayer. I’ve been weakened by the flu and the vicissitudes of life. And yet I am hopeful and grateful this day, even … Continue reading

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Listening to Ghosts

I desire silence. I want to be free from the noise that humans make. I fear I will never be free from this noise. I’m often in the woods and I still hear a car that is miles away or … Continue reading

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Shameless Promotion

New Hampshire Union Leader 05/03/2012, Page L02 Between the Pages NH author chronicles life of 19th-century Irish immigrant By PAT DeCOLA New Hampshire Union Leader Cynthia Neale is just a soft spoken, well-read mother of one who grew up in … Continue reading

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St. Brigid and The Murmurings of Spring

I grew up in Watkins Glen, New York and there were so many Italian-Americans living there that the town was oftentimes derogatorily referred to as Wop Town. I was sometimes called Redheaded Wop because I had flaming red hair and … Continue reading

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A Fairy Blast on St. Patrick’s Day

I hated my red hair in the sixties. One St. Patrick‚Äôs Day, I sneaked green food color out of the house and poured it on my head in the school bathroom. It rained at recess and green flowed onto my … Continue reading

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