By the time Lee and I and the girls boarded the huge ferry, we lost track of the Irish family. The ferry boat had several levels, and we had no idea where the young couple was seated. After about 1 1/2 hrs into the trip, the girls and I decided to go for a little stroll to find some snacks. On our way back to where we had been sitting we passed by Hazel & Clive and the baby. I heard someone call my name, what a pleasant surprise to meet up with our new found friends. This was certainly a serendipitous reunion of sorts, and I am eternally grateful for it. The girls located Lee and brought him back so that we could all sit together. Actually, Lee was a little skeptical, I mean we just met these people, he said. I have always considered myself a good judge of people, and I had absolutely no qualms whatsoever about these people, and besides they're Irish! The baby started to get fussy and Hazel had nothing left to put in her bottle. I carried snacks and juice routinely in those days, as those products tended to be expensive to purchase in local stores. Our stock was pretty much depleted for the day, except for 1 small can of apple juice. Alison drank the juice without hesitation, even though her "mum" was a little leery about it. She had never put juice in the bottle before. The baby quickly settled down and went off to sleep, and Hazel was very grateful. Our journey was almost complete, and we would both go our separate ways. The Irish family would head North towards Belfast, and we were South bound. One of our first stops was the beautiful town of Killarney. Even back then, which is over 30 years, it was quite touristy, but it is a lovely place non the less. Before we separated, Hazel invited us "to take a meal" with them at their home, and we said our goodbyes. I was very pleased, and honored by the invitation to their home, but since they lived in the North of Ireland, Lee did not think it would be prudent for us to go there. Keep in mind that this was 1979 and Belfast, and the town where Hazel lived, Omagh were especially hot spots, and Lee was active duty in the U.S. Military. I was disappointed, but I certainly understood. However, Clive explained to Lee that the border crossing from the South to the North would not be a problem for us because were are Americans.
When we arrived at the Wexford landing, a middle age man approached us to ask for a ride into town. His name was Paddy O'Brien, and he had imbibed heavily in his favorite alcoholic beverage. He was harmless enough, we dropped him off in the middle of the town square. "Paddy" offered to show us around the City of Wexford, and the local sights. We thanked him, and then headed off to start yet another wonderful adventure. This was over 30 yrs, ago, and it was common at that time to offer a ride to someone who was stranded. This was done without fear of harm. In fact, many teenagers hitchhiked their way through Europe without incident, and have many stories of generosities bestowed upon them by the Europeans. My emotions caught me off guard as we landed in Ireland. My eyes filled with tears as we disembarked from the ferry, I felt a kinship with this country. It was as if I was coming home. This was the place my father's mother, Elizabeth was born, and loved. Here was a woman who in her late 30's had to abandon her mother country, and many family members as well. She set out on a voyage with other relatives, and friends to America to begin a new life, filled with hoped and dreams for a more prosperous life. Living in Ireland had been a terrible struggle, there was so much poverty, and no jobs, a bleak picture for the future, all of which contributed greatly to a mass exodus for many Irish families. , When I was a small child, my grandmother used to reminisce about Ireland and how beautiful it was. She sang Irish songs, one of her favorites was "I'll take you home again Kathleen." She married my grandfather in 1903 at the age of 40 and gave birth to 6 sons, she was 52 years old when her last child was born. When I was born in 1940, she was delighted, not only because I was a girl, but because I had bright red hair and bright blue eyes as well. She called me her little "chatterbox!" with her thick Irish brogue!
Goodnight for now, Carol
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