A number of years ago I began digging around my ancestral roots. It began with a modicum of interest; one that was sparked by old pictures & family lore. At some point that spark burst into a veritable inferno, and I've been climbing along various branches of my Family Tree ever since.
Now, with some 5,140 ancestors identified, the roots & shoots of said tree look decidedly Scots/Irish. Shamrocks frame my dreams.
The green of my father's DNA is associated with clans like McFadden, Breslin, Kelly, McAleer/McClare, Campbell & Boyle. The hue continues on mother's side, with the O'Neals, McDaniels/McDonoughs & Doyles. Some limbs stretch far, far back to as long ago as 500 A.D.
I would be remiss to ignore the seemingly lessor sprigs that are associated with my family's British, German & Norwegian heritage. Those ethnicities aren't as volumnous, but I value them all the same.
With St. Patrick's Day on the weekend's horizon, I am again pondering those emerald green boughs and all the people that populate them. Lords & ladies, paupers & peasants, scoundrels & scamps, Catholics & Protestants (and Atheists), adventurers & naturalists. What a collection!
I am also remembering ~ vividly & fondly ~ the days & nights we spent in Ireland last Fall. A piece of that land is forever planted in my heart, where much of my heritage has rooted well.
"The longest road out is the shortest road home."
~ An Irish Saying