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Saturday, November 9, 2013

GoodBye NYC

Every city has its gates, which need not be of stone. Nor need soldiers be upon them or watchers before them At first, when cities were jewels in a dark and mysterious world, they tended to be round and they had protective walls. To enter, one had to pass through gates, the reward for which was shelter from the overwhelming forests and seas, the merciless and taxing expanse of greens, whites and blues — wild and free — that stopped at the city walls.

In time, the ramparts became higher and the gates more massive, until they simply disappeared and were replaced by barriers, subtler than stone, that girded every city like a crown and held in its spirit. Some claim that the barriers do not exist, and disparage them. Although they themselves can penetrate the new walls with no effort, their spirits (which, also, they claim do not exist) cannot, and are left like orphans around the periphery.

To enter a city intact it is necessary to pass through one of the new gates. They are far more difficult to find than their solid predecessors, for they are tests, mechanisms, divides, and implementations of justice. There once was a map, now long gone, one of the ancient charts upon which colorful animals sleep or rage. Those who saw it said that in its illuminations were figures and symbols of the gates. The east gate was that of acceptance of responsibility, the south gate that of the desire to explore, the west gate that of devotion to beauty, and the north gate that of selfless love. But they were not believed. It was said that a city with entryways like these could not exist, because it would be too wonderful. Those who decide such things decided that whoever had seen the map had only imagined it, and the entire matter was forgotten, treated as if it were a dream and ignored. This, of course, freed it to live foreve

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Black Irish v. Lace Curtain Irish



Emigrants at the quayside in Cork, 1851, surrounded by their baggage
Emigrants at the quayside in Cork, 1851, surrounded by their baggage

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The term 'Black Irish' has commonly been in circulation among Irish emigrants and their descendants for centuries. As a subject of historical discussion the subject is almost never referred to in Ireland. There are a number of different claims as to the origin of the term, none of which are possible to prove or disprove.
'Black Irish' is often a description of people of Irish origin who had dark features, black hair, dark complexion and eyes.
A quick review of Irish history reveals that the island was subject to a number of influxes of foreign people. The Celts arrived on the island about the year 500 B.C.
Whether or not this was an actual invasion or rather a more gradual migration and assimilation of their culture by the natives is open to conjecture, but there is sufficient evidence to suggest that this later explanation is more likely.
The next great influx came from Northern Europe with Viking raids occurring as early as 795 A.D. The defeat of the Vikings at the Battle of Clontarf in the year 1014 by Brian Boru marked the end of the struggle with the invaders and saw the subsequent integration of the Vikings into Irish society. The migrants became 'Gaelicized' and formed septs (a kind of clan) along Gaelic lines.
The Norman invasions of 1170 and 1172 led by Strongbow saw yet another wave of immigrants settle in the country, many of whom fiercely resisted English dominance of the island in the centuries that followed. The Plantation of Ulster in the seventeenth century saw the arrival of English and Scottish colonists in Ulster after the 'Flight of the Earls'.
Each of these immigrant groups had their own physical characteristics and all, with the exception of the Ulster Planters, assimilated to some degree into Irish society, many claiming to be 'more Irish than the Irish themselves!'
The Vikings were often referred to as the 'dark invaders' or 'black foreigners'. The Gaelic word for foreigner is 'gall' and for black (or dark) is 'dubh'.
Many of the invaders families took Gaelic names that utilized these two descriptive words. The name Doyle is in Irish 'O'Dubhghaill' which literally means 'dark foreigner' which reveals their heritage as an invading force with dark intentions.
The name Gallagher is 'O Gallchobhair' which translates as 'foreign help'. The traditional image of Vikings is of pale-skinned blond-haired invaders but their description as 'dark foreigners' may lead us to conclude that their memory in folklore does not just depend on their physical description.
The Normans were invited into Ireland by Dermot McMurrough and were led by the famous Strongbow. Normans are ultimately of French origin where black haired people are not uncommon. As with the Vikings these were viewed as a people of 'dark intentions' who ultimately colonized much of the Eastern part of the country and several larger towns.
Many families however integrated into Gaelic society and changed their Norman name to Gaelic and then Anglo equivalents: the Powers, the Fitzpatricks, Fitzgeralds, Devereuxs, Redmonds.
It is possible that the term 'Black Irish' may have referred to some of these immigrant groups as a way of distinguishing them from the 'Gaels', the people of ultimately Celtic origin.
Another theory of the origin of the term 'Black Irish' is that these people were descendants of Spanish traders who settled in Ireland and even descendants of the few Spanish sailors who were washed up on the west coast of Ireland after the disaster that was the 'Spanish Armada' of 1588.
It is claimed that the Spanish married into Irish society and created a new class of Irish who were immediately recognizable by their dark hair and complexion. There is little evidence to support this theory and it is unlikely that any significant number of Spanish soldiers would have survived long in the war-torn place that was sixteenth century Ireland.
It is striking though how this tale is very similar to the ancient Irish legend of the Milesians who settled in Ireland having traveled from Spain.
The theory that the 'Black Irish' are descendants of any small foreign group that integrated with the Irish and survived, is unlikely. It seems more likely that 'Black Irish' is a descriptive term rather than an inherited characteristic that has been applied to various categories of Irish people over the centuries.
One such example is that of the hundreds of thousands of Irish peasants who emigrated to America after the Great Famine of 1845 to 1849. 1847 was known as 'black 47'. The potato blight which destroyed the main source of sustenance turned the vital food black. It is possible that the arrival of large numbers of Irish after the famine into America, Canada, Australia and beyond resulted in their being labeled as 'black' in that they escaped from this new kind of black death.
Immigrant groups throughout history have generally been treated poorly by the indigenous population (or by those who simply settled first).
Derogatory names for immigrant groups are legion and in the case of those who left Ireland include 'Shanty Irish' and almost certainly 'Black Irish.' It is also possible that within the various Irish cultures that became established in America that there was a pecking order, a class system that saw some of their countrymen labeled as 'black'.

The term 'Black Irish' has also been applied to the descendants of Irish emigrants who settled in the West Indies. It was used in Ireland by Catholics in Ulster Province as a derogatory term to describe the Protestant Planters.
While it at various stages was almost certainly used as an insult, the term 'Black Irish' has emerged in recent times as a virtual badge of honor among some descendants of immigrants. It is unlikely that the exact origin of the term will ever be known and it is also likely that it has had a number of different creations depending on the historical context. It remains therefore a descriptive term used for many purposes, rather than a reference to an actual class of people who may have survived the centuries.

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I often feel a strong connections to druidic ways but this is the British View. It was before the Irish and the British Divided into 2

 

The Druids

The Druids were priests who carried out religious rituals in Iron Age Britain and France. The Romans, who visited and later conquered France and Britain, met Druids and wrote about their beliefs and rites. Although these writings may not always have been completely truthful, it is clear that the Druids were an important group of people in many Iron Age societies. A little is also known about the Druid's beliefs and rituals, including the importance of mistletoe. Archaeologists rarely find direct evidence for priests in the Iron Age. But they often find evidence for religious rites and sacrifices and many of these were probably carried out by Druids.

There are no pictures of Druids - what did they look like? Did they wear special clothes or were they dressed the same as other Iron Age people? Some archaeologists have argued that special headdresses or crowns such as that found on the head of the Deal Warrior may have been worn by some priests or Druids.
Modern Druids have no direct connection to the Druids of the Iron Age. Many of our popular ideas about the Druids are based on the misunderstandings and misconceptions of scholars 200 years ago. These ideas have been superceded by later study and discoveries. In particular, there is no link between the Iron Age Druids and the people who built and worshipped at Stonehenge, Wiltshire. This ancient monument was part of a religion that ended before the Iron Age began.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

Even small changes in our actions and perceptions can greatly enhance our spiritual growth. Here are 4 ways to deepen and develop your love for yourself, for others and for the world, to become the person you most want to be: 1. Acceptance “Nothing brings down walls as surely as acceptance.” (Deepak Chopra) When we learn to accept ourselves as we are, we can begin to accept others without prejudice. The idea of acceptance starts from within, and can help us grow past viewing one another (and ourselves) in terms of gender, race, religion, and sexuality, realizing that underneath everything else, we are all humans. 2. Compassion “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” (Aesop) Our personal happiness is directly related to our ability to show love to one another. Every action for another human being strengthens our own spirit, whether or not we realize it at the time. 3. Forgiveness "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." (Gandhi) Holding on to anger is easy – any one of us can do that. What is much rarer and much nobler is to mindfully break the cycle of resentment, realizing that we too are human, and that we all make similar mistakes. 4. Patience “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” (A.A. Milne) As humans we often have a need for immediate control and absolute certainty. But if we can learn to surrender our individual sense of urgency and trust the process, then every dream of who we want to be and what we want to accomplish can become a reality. One action. One breath. One moment. These are the single steps by which we grow nearer to universal compassion in everything that we do and become. - See more at: http://www.mindfueldaily.com/livewell/4-practices-to-develop-the-heart#sthash.A4uw2OWU.dpuf

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Remember 9-11?

Sgt. Robert Michael Kaulfers

Sgt. Robert Michael Kaulfers
World Trade Center

'Bob Was a Minstrel'


Men and women of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, friends and family members: Soon, the famed lyrics of Sgt. Robert M. Kaulfers may be available. These are the tunes you know and love from retirement parties, wedding receptions and slow days on the job. Take it from Sgt. Mark O'Neill: "Bob was a minstrel."

You'll get "The Hat," the famous ode to Officer Mike Barry, set to the tune of the theme from "The Cat in the Hat," and "Carnevale Time," the paean to Lt. Mike Carnevale. And who could forget the tribute to Sgt. Bernard M. Poggioli, a world-renowned expert on runaway children, "I'm Much Taller Than Poggioli"?

Many of the lyrics were found in Sergeant Kaulfers's locker. His wife, Cookie, thinks she may soon be strong enough to go through his papers at home to meet requests for the other songs. "I would hear him in the shower singing and laughing to himself," she remembered.

Sergeant Kaulfers, 49, also found time to study world history, keep the rookies on the right path and raise two children. His friends said he never held a grudge; perhaps the best evidence of that was his 25- year marriage to the girl who beat him in the election for sixth-grade class president.

Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on December 31, 2001.


Sgt. Robert Kaulfers, 49, an officer first



Cookie Kaulfers does not remember her first day at Aldene Elementary School in Roselle Park some 39 years ago.

But the fourth-grader made quite an impression on a little boy who would grow up to be her husband.

"He remembers because I moved from Newark, and he remembers when I started school that day. I was a new person in town with a different name," said Luz "Cookie" Kaulfers of Kenilworth, yesterday. "We've been friends since we were little."

Her husband, Port Authority Police Sgt. Robert Michael Kaulfers, 49, died in the line of duty, having rushed from Hoboken to New York shortly after learning of the Sept. 11 attack on the World Trade Center.

He dashed in to help and has not been heard from since. His body has not been recovered.

"He was wonderful. Everybody loved Bob. He had a sense of humor. He did all the parties for the retired cops, wrote parody songs . . . He was kind of the life of the party," she said.

Sgt. Kaulfers was repeatedly described as a loyal, honest family man and a devoted police officer by those who knew him. He especially took an interest in the new police officers.

"He really related to all the rookies," Cookie Kaulfers said. "He was a cop first. He was always out there doing more and more than he should have. I was always afraid that something would happen.

"You live with that kind of thing your whole life when you're the wife of a police officer," she said. "But I never imagined this."

The Kaulfers, parents of two, recently celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary.

His mother, Julia Kelly Kaulfers of Roselle Park, remembers a "good boy" who loved his family, played football and Little League baseball and decided in his late teens to study criminal justice.

The Port Authority promoted him to sergeant in January 1996. From there he was assigned to the bus terminal in New York City and the PATH train. He began his career at the authority in 1979 as a facility operations agent.

Before that, he was an investigator for the Bergen County Prosecutor's Office's Narcotics Task Force, from 1976 to 1979.

He graduated Trenton State College in 1975.

Besides his wife and mother, Sgt. Kaulfers is survived by two children, Timothy, 22, and Meredith, 18; his father, Arthur; two sisters, Susan Nerbak and Carol Visconti; two brothers, Jack and Edward, and two nieces and four nephews.

A memorial Mass will be held Saturday at 3 p.m. at the Roman Catholic Church of the Assumption in Roselle Park.

The family asks that donations be made to Robert M. Kaulfers Memorial Fund, P.O. Box 252, Kenilworth, N.J. 07033.

Profile by Debra Dowling published in THE STAR-LEDGER.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Remember Viet Nam?


Sgt Roger Spence US Army, April 8, 1945 - March 7, 1969. (Legend of RPHS Class of 1963) ... May He Rest In Peace ... Thank You For Your Service


Friday, July 5, 2013

Whats in a name???

Whether you are Irish or Irish-American you're probably immensely proud of your surname.
Many a Irish family proudly declare their Irish roots by displaying the crest of their clan in their homes.
But which last names win in the battle of Irishness?
IrishCentral took a look at the list of the most common surnames in Ireland in order to come up with a top 10 list.
Smith and Murray are two of the most common, but one is of British origins and the other’s Scottish, so they didn’t make the cut.
Here, then, are the 10 most Irish last names:
1. Murphy  - the sea battlers
Murphys – you win the prize for most common and widespread name in Ireland, especially in County Cork. 
This surname, which means “sea battler,” translates to Gaelic as MacMurchadh (son of Murchadh) and O'Murchadh (descendent of Murchadh), a derivation of the first name of Murchadh or Murragh.
O'Murchadh families lived in Wexford, Roscommon and Cork, in which county it is now most common, with the MacMurchadhs of the Sligo and Tyrone area responsible for most of the Murphys in Ulster.
The name was first anglicized to MacMurphy and then to Murphy in the early 19th century.
READ THE WHOLE STORY OF THE MURPHY CLAN! CLICK HERE
2. Kelly – the bright-headed ones
Kelly comes second to Murphy as the most common surname in Ireland.
The Kellys are all over Ireland; the name originates from at around 10 different and unrelated ancient clans or septs. These include O'Kelly septs from Meath, Derry, Antrim, Laois, Sligo, Wicklow, Kilkenny, Tipperary, Galway and Roscommon.
O'Kelly comes from the Gaelic O Ceallaigh, meaning "descended from Ceallach," an Irish chieftan. “Ceallach” means war or contention. It is an ancient first name that is no longer used as a first name in Ireland. However, Kelly is a popular first name for women in the U.S.
READ THE WHOLE STORY OF THE KELLY CLAN! CLICK HERE
3. O'Sullivan – the hawkeyed ones
Kellys may have bright heads, but O’Sullivans have hawk-like eyes.
The O'Sullivans or Sullivans are one of the most populous of the Munster families. In Irish, O'Sullivan is O'Sileabhin, and there is no doubt that origin of the name comes from the word sil (eye), though whether it is to be taken as "one-eyed" or "hawkeyed" is in dispute among scholars.
Originally lords of the territory around Cahir, County Tipperary, in the 12th century, they migrated to what is now West Cork and South Kerry, where the name is still very prominent.
READ THE WHOLE STORY OF THE O'SULLIVAN CLAN! CLICK HERE
 4. Walsh – the Welshmen
The meaning of this “Welsh” name is pretty straightforward.
The name Walsh is one of the most common of the Norman associated names found in Ireland. It seems to have been the name used by the many different groups of Welsh people who arrived in Ireland with the Normans during the 12th century.

Read more: http://www.irishcentral.com/roots/The-10-most-popular-Irish-last-names-98012749.html#ixzz2YCQ1SNbq
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Monday, April 22, 2013

Irish Central dot com

An Iron Age graveyard has been uncovered in France that experts believe will provide a fascinating insight into the life of the Celts.
French reports on the find, carried on the Irish website TheJournal.ie, outline how a muddy field located between a motorway and a meander of the Seine southeast of Paris is home to the graveyard.
Archaeologists believe the Celtic Age find will shed light on the great yet enigmatic civilization of Gaul.
The report says the discovery will provide the key to many unanswered questions about how this Celtic civilisation actually lived, worked and played.
The site was earmarked for a warehouse project on the outskirts of Troyes.
It contains a stunning array of finds including five Celtic warriors whose weapons and adornments attest to membership of a powerful but long-lost elite.
Archaeologist Emilie Millet spoke to reporters at one of 14 burial sites that have been uncovered in recent weeks after a nine-year excavation of the 650-acre site.
Remains of a tall warrior, complete with a 28-inch iron sword still in its scabbard were placed at her side.
As Millet gazed at a metal-framed shield whose wood-and-leather core has long rotted away, she admitted: “I have never seen anything like it.”
Several women are buried next to the warriors. Their jewellery, including twisted-metal necklaces known as torcs, and large bronze brooches decorated with precious coral, also hint at their high status.
A woman was buried next to a man in one grave, separated by a layer of soil, which the report says speaks of a close but as-yet unfathomable bond.
A spokesman for the National Institute for Preventive Archaeological Research said: “This graveyard is exceptional in more ways than one.”
The report says the jewellery suggests that the dead were buried between 325 and 260 BC, in a period known as La Tene.
Analysis of the scabbards, whose decoration changed according to military fashion will provide more clues.
Designs in this period typically had two open-mouthed dragons facing each other, with their bodies curled.
The name La Tene comes from an archaeological site in Switzerland and ran from about the 5th century BC to the first century AD, which marked the glory years of the Celts.
It was in this time that the Celts expanded from their core territory in central Europe to as far afield as northern Scotland, Ireland and the Atlantic coast of Spain.
The report adds that during their expansion, they clashed with the emerging Roman empire, whose writers recorded the invaders as pale-skinned savages, dressed in breeches with bleached hair, who cut off their enemies’ heads, preserving those of high rank in cedar oil.

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Saturday, April 13, 2013

FRANKY ISMS

My Mom, Rose "Frankie" Gallagher Boyle was a great communicator.
However, she occasionally mispronounced words.
Why? We don't know.
But here's a few:

"What happened?  She's in Conorary Care...."

"She must be one of those Fenimists..."

"They have one of those Gazboz..."

to be continued...

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Boyle Oil

I always wanted to be an oil magnate.
because, my name rhymes with this precious resource.
I figured it was a matter of time before I discovered oil.
and so I did.

Monday, March 25, 2013


The Claddagh story.... A short history of the Claddagh ring. Long ago a young man was captured and sold into slavery from the fishing village of Claddagh. Many years passed and he wondered if his true love would wait for him. Over the years he stole tiny bits of gold from his master to make her a ring. He fashioned a heart for love, a crown for loyalty and hands as a symbol of friendship.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Poverty Chastity and Obedience, Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience...

I heard these 'vows' in my Irish Catholic household: Vow of Poverty, Vow of Chastity, Vow of Obedience. I guess I was checking out a career in the clergy since my first cousin, Ann Tumulty, was a Dominican Nun. When I reminded my brothers and sisters about this doctrine, none remembered ever hearing it.

Irony, of course, is the religious reality of the Irish.

So when Pope Frank advanced to the throne, and my family was struggling with alcoholism, substance abuse, divorce, nervous breakdowns, all the usual suspects in the human condition, I recalled this doctrine of poverty, chastity, and obedience. 
Pope's Quarters, The Vatican

Mostly because I could never remember the third tenet and that in itself was significant. Obedience was never my thing.


to be continued....
and my brother suffered the same malady. 

Discipline and Desire, and all those human behaviors inbetween, determine the strong and the weak, and the 'fall from grace,' we all manage to take.

I offer this. Do not take Vows or promises you cannot keep. Do not suffer fools who do not understand that in this life, sorrow is life or life is sorrow.

And, our many misfortunes and emotional rollercoasters of stormy seas and any emotional ocean is marked by epochs of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

We must suffer poverty, etc.

We must endure poverty, etc.

As this contrast shows us how to manifest wealth, health, sexual healing.

Our society is riddled by sexual violence, aggression, ME FIRST iconoclasms of haves or have nots, but I say, you will be all those things, and then we are all one again. 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Is Saint Paddy Irish?

The notion that St. Patrick wasn’t Irish may sound sacrilegious, but Ireland’s most famous patron saint was, in fact, born abroad.
Captured from mainland Britain — which was at the time under Roman rule — he arrived in his adopted land against his wishes. Eventually escaping Ireland, he later returned there on his own volition, leaving his mark as the religious figure we celebrate.
Today, crowds gather — as they do every year — on account of a saint who lived 16 centuries ago. It isn’t simply that everybody becomes Irish for a day. It’s rather that the Irish experience, like the experience of St. Patrick, resonates so broadly. Theirs is a story of departure as well as arrival, a reminder of leaving home, of those left behind.
My mom’s parents lived their entire lives outside a small village in the southwest of Ireland. My grandmother visited England once, but my grandfather never left his country. He insisted that if the Lord had meant for him to be anywhere else, He would have put him there.
Over the course of 24 years, my grandparents had 16 children: 8 daughters, 8 sons, no twins. My mom was the 15th. Of the 16, 14 lived into adulthood. Thirteen left home, 12 for the United Kingdom or the United States. Though five returned to Ireland later in life, only one stayed behind.
For my grandparents — and for my grandmother especially — each departure delivered its own heartache.
Sixty-two years ago today, the family assembled outside their farmhouse, speaking few words as they watched the two oldest sisters set off to pursue vocations at a convent in Wales.
The young women got into a car that carried them up their lane and out of sight. My mom was an infant. Her sisters were 18 and 20. Ten years passed before they saw each other again.
When another sister, Eileen, became the first to leave for America, to work in Sacramento, my mom was 5 by then — old enough to remember. She stood out at the front gate beside her mother after Eileen left for Shannon Airport. For a long while, she stared up at the sky, wondering whether she might be able to see her sister’s airplane passing overhead.
The family only learned of Eileen’s safe arrival weeks later, when a letter arrived in the mail.
With so much of the world now at our fingertips, how easy it is for us to deny distance. As we share moments instantly with our loved ones, wherever they may be, it’s difficult to appreciate the significance so often carried in an envelope from abroad.
For years, a single term applied to both emigration and immigration: exile. Not somebody living in exile or being exiled, but the person herself or himself branded an exile. Today, this word certainly relates to political dissidents and the tens of millions who are displaced, refugee or stateless. Rarely is it applied with respect to the emigrant at home or the immigrant abroad.
Thankfully for many, the act of leaving one place for another is less likely to involve the permanence of departures of ages past. Still, the pain of distance remains, and is especially stark during moments involving love or loss.
My mom’s sister Eileen moved more than 40 years ago from Sacramento to Tucson, Ariz. I remember sitting with her there on the patio in her backyard under the desert sun, a long distance from her childhood in the green fields of Ireland. She recalled a short verse from a poem, its attribution long since forgotten, but its words nevertheless remaining with her for many years:
An exile ne’er forgets the place where he was born.
’Tis every night he goes to bed
And wakes there in the morn’.
On St. Patrick’s Day of all days, may we remember the exile in every immigrant, from every land. It’s an Irish story, sure, but it’s also all our stories.
Carlson was formerly a manager of global communications and public affairs at Google. He is currently completing a book about emigration through the lens of his mother’s experiences from Ireland to London and New York.
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The Eternal Irish Wake

March 17
On this day in 461 A.D., Saint Patrick, Christian missionary, bishop and apostle of Ireland, dies at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland.

Much of what is known about Patrick's legendary life comes from the Confessio, a book he wrote during his last years. Born in Great Britain, probably in Scotland, to a well-to-do Christian family of Roman citizenship, Patrick was captured and enslaved at age 16 by Irish marauders. For the next six years, he worked as a herder in Ireland, turning to a deepening religious faith for comfort. Following the counsel of a voice he heard in a dream one night, he escaped and found passage on a ship to Britain, where he was eventually reunited with his family.

According to the Confessio, in Britain Patrick had another dream, in which an individual named Victoricus gave him a letter, entitled "The Voice of the Irish." As he read it, Patrick seemed to hear the voices of Irishmen pleading him to return to their country and walk among them once more. After studying for the priesthood, Patrick was ordained a bishop. He arrived in Ireland in 433 and began preaching the Gospel, converting many thousands of Irish and building churches around the country. After 40 years of living in poverty, teaching, traveling and working tirelessly, Patrick died on March 17, 461 in Saul, where he had built his first church.

Since that time, countless legends have grown up around Patrick. Made the patron saint of Ireland, he is said to have baptized hundreds of people on a single day, and to have used a three-leaf clover--the famous shamrock--to describe the Holy Trinity. In art, he is often portrayed trampling on snakes, in accordance with the belief that he drove those reptiles out of Ireland. For thousands of years, the Irish have observed the day of Saint Patrick's death as a religious holiday, attending church in the morning and celebrating with food and drink in the afternoon. The first St. Patrick's Day parade, though, took place not in Ireland, but the United States, when Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched through New York City in 1762. As the years went on, the parades became a show of unity and strength for persecuted Irish-American immigrants, and then a popular celebration of Irish-American heritage. The party went global in 1995, when the Irish government began a large-scale campaign to market St. Patrick's Day as a way of driving tourism and showcasing Ireland's many charms to the rest of the world. Today, March 17 is a day of international celebration, as millions of people around the globe put on their best green clothing to drink beer, watch parades and toast the luck of the Irish.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

BREAKING CHARACTER A Memoir By David Umbach


I am highly recommending this book ... BREAKING CHARACTER A Memoir By David Umbach and David Christopher ... this book has been just been published ... Mr Umbach came to RPHS in the late sixies and changed the drama department 10 fold ... the school had always had great participation and support from students, faculity and the school ... however, David put his stamp on the productions ... if you grew up in the late 60s to early 80s in Roselle Park and went to RPHS, you knew David Umbach ... Google Breaking Character David Umbach or through Amazon.com.

There are many Parkers mentioned throughout the book ... and photos of productions ... Thank You David.
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Friday, March 15, 2013

When in Rome

St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland, but he was actually Scottish. He was captured by raiders as a teen and was taken to Ireland, where he was enslaved for many years. He converted to Christianity during this time and had prophetic dreams about leaving and ultimately saving Ireland. After he was ordained a bishop, he preached the Gospel and converted Irish pagans for 40 years. But he didn't actually drive away snakes from the country, as legend has it. That's because there were never any snakes in Ireland to begin with. (CNN)

He was actually Roman

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

This just in from the Irish Times....

Great Famine spud returns after almost 170 years

CONOR POPE, Consumer Affairs Correspondent
The variety of potato at the root of the Great Famine will be widely available in Ireland for the first time in almost 170 years from next week after being re-cultivated by an Antrim potato farmer with a keen interest in the history of the humble spud.
The Irish Lumper was hailed for its nutritional value when it was introduced to Ireland in the early 19th century and quickly grew popular among impoverished farmers in Munster and Connacht because of the ease with which it flourished in the poorest of soil.
The dependence of Ireland’s poor on this single variety proved calamitous, however, and once blight took hold in the 1840s the Lumper was wiped out. It all but disappeared in post-Famine Ireland but five years ago Michael McKillop of Glens of Antrim Potatoes decided to grow the potato.
The Lumper
“I had read in all the history books about its awful flavours and soapy texture of the Lumper, but I wanted to see for myself what this potato with a black history was like,” he said yesterday. “I grew a few and was amazed at how good they tasted.”
So he set about bringing back an improved version of the variety and next week the results of his endeavours will appear on the shelves of Marks & Spencer which will sell it for just three weeks.
Last summer Mr McKillop took the Lumper to the Delicious Ireland consumer show at the Selfridges Foodhall London. He was amazed by the public response, but the yield last year was not enough to bring it to a wider market. He redoubled his cultivation efforts this year and has been rewarded with a yield that will keep M&S going until the end of March.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Lost A Great Ancestor to the Titanic

Grandmother or "MOM" Katherine Ferry Boyle told us she had a cousin who boarded the Titanic in 1912, never to be heard from again.

Horse angels

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