Saturday, March 17, 2012
It's St. Paddy's Day. I hope to venture over to the 'emerald isle' someday. Marchin has been there twice, and the last time he actually got to Spital, home of my father's ancestors. When he got there, he stopped into a local pub for pint. He got to talking to the barkeep and shared his story of his dad's family roots. "Are there any N- family living around here?" My brother asked. His response? A sweep of his arm above the pub, from one end to the other, was his retort. I always thought that would have been a fine moment to capture in a memory bank. Marchin and I will raise a couple pints today and toast a trip to be.