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Just returned from a holiday in Newfoundland, where I hiked parts of the East Coast Trail on the Avalon Peninsula. What a gift this trip was! I have been to the Rock a few times before, but mostly stayed within St. John’s. Having seen this part of the province was added proof of what a special place it is, and just how beautiful.

I arrived too late in the season to see the icebergs, although my friend Ted and I shared a scotch with 10,000 year old iceberg ice that he had collected a few weeks previous.  What I did see were dozens of whales! One day, sitting at the edge of a cliff looking over the ocean, whales were continuously breaching all around me. It was incredible, and it made my heart glad that these beautiful creatures seem to be doing OK in spite of all the garbage we humans are dumping into the oceans.

There are lots of photos on my Facebook page, which I have opened to the general public to view, but here are a few of them:

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This photo, of the old lighthouse at Cape Spear, was taken by my friend Ted Blades, who joined me for the last day and a half of the hiking.

This photo, of the old lighthouse at Cape Spear, was taken by my friend Ted Blades, who joined me for the last day and a half of the hiking.

By the way, I want to give a shout out to the East Coast Trail Association and the volunteers who do a fabulous job of maintaining this trail. Many thanks for all your hard work.

Joe and I just returned from a week in Juneau on the Alaska Panhandle. We went there in large part to witness a large Tlingit cultural gathering that takes place every two years. But apart from that, we enjoyed the stunning beauty of the place and the ferry rides there and back (complete with whales, seals, a rainbow as we headed into Juneau and a bald eagle sitting on the dock waiting for us as we arrived in port). Here are just a few shots…lots more on my Facebook page.

Our ferry was much smaller than these big cruise ships docked in Skagway.

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Party onboard…drumming and singing in one corner, traditional weaving in another, and lots of laughter and teasing.

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Merndenhall Glacier

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Tlingit travellers arrive in canoes for the big cultural celebration.

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One of the singing/dancing/drumming performances

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Southeast Alaska is definitely bear country!

My new ‘traffic cone orange’ shoes. I got them for my summer travels, since they pack down very small in the suitcase. But I have to admit…I love how over the top bright they are!

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Just now getting around to catching up on my blog posts. Last month, my friend Lucca and I headed to a little place called Friday Harbour on the San Juan Islands, Washington State, for a week-end. Pretty little place with very friendly people. I was reminded again of how difficult it must sometimes be for introverts to live in the United States, given that it appears to be a country full of outgoing and vivacious folks.

We spent the week-end just walking around, visiting the local farmers’ market, watching a local production of Annie (it was great!), and of course eating some tasty food and drinking wine!

Here are just a few pics from the trip:

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View of Friday Harbour.

DSCN4198It didn’t take us long to find the cheese shop, with a wonderful cheesecake with lemon curd. Mmmmmm!

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We stayed on a boat the first night, but it was a bit too funky and rustic for our taste, so moved to a hotel for Night 2.

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Took a taxi to the southeastern part of the island where we walked among
the old trees. I always feel better after being washed with ‘tree energy’.

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Lucca ignores the sign and parks herself on the railing at the beginning of the hiking trail.

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And look who came out to meet us at the end of the hike!

 

Cleaning out my camera’s memory card, I found these photos.

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Alan, holding Caleb, while Jamie looks on.

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Grampa Joe and Caleb look out the train window. We were travelling on the White Pass train out of Skagway, Alaska.

A couple of weeks ago, Iris and I headed down to Vancouver to catch Lady Gaga in concert. Unfortunately, the morning we were to leave we found out the Lady was sick and her gig was postponed until August. What to do?

We decided to go down anyway, and enjoyed a few days just hanging about in the city. I didn’t take many photos, but here are a few:

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This is the backyard of the friend we stayed with, complete with his beautiful Japanese-style meditation house. So peaceful!

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We spent a few hours at Granville market, where I bought a handmade broom. They made the brooms right there, and the smell of fresh hay was lovely!

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Glorious cherries from the market!

 

The company I work for is involved in a potential project that does not have much apparent support from Yukoners. Over the last several months, there have been letters to the editor and impassioned speeches at public meetings. Last night was one such meeting.

It’s no fun having person after person stand up to bash a project that I know was conceived with nothing but good intentions and lots of sweat and hard work. It’s also difficult to listen to statements made based (in some cases) on incorrect information. But all that aside, I am so proud to live in a place where people really care about issues and aren’t afraid to share their views.

I have lived in other places where I have seen a fair amount of apathy. I don’t think Yukoners can be accused of that.

Of course I have no way of knowing whether this project will end up proceeding or not. But either way, I hope that Yukoners never stop being passionate about what matters to them, and I hope they never stop caring about our little blue planet. xxx.

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I was standing in front of my open closet the other day looking for inspiration, and not getting much I am afraid. I haven’t bought any new clothes for a while, and truth be told I am bored with most of what I own.

Yesterday I did a big clean out, keeping only those things I still love and hauling off three bags to the local Salvation Army thrift shop. I bet if I did a further cull today I’d find another bag or two to donate.

While at the Sally Ann I did see one skirt that I liked and brought home with me…it reminded me of an old apron that my grandmother wore for years (I’m a sucker for anything reminiscent of the 50s) but it is a summer skirt so not going to help me out now. Time to get out the sewing machine I guess.  I’m not much for retail shopping (I find the quality leaves a lot to be desired even in the more expensive brands) and the pickings have been slim of late at the local consignment stores.

My new fairy tale books that I purchased with the money I received for being an Everyday Fluevogger.

My new fairy tale books that I purchased with the money I received for being an Everyday Fluevogger.

What a remarkable year we’ve just gone through…a grand baby who has given us great joy, trips to Ireland, San Francisco and the East Coast, one of the best summers and autumns weather-wise that I can remember, the realizing of a dream by helping to launch a local food co-op, some personal accomplishments on the yoga mat…so many good memories! And I am very excited about what lies ahead in 2014. Life just doesn’t get better than this!

Happy New Year everyone.

Christmas Day - our new born king!

Christmas Day – our new born king!

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There’s a reason people say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. However I couldn’t resist. This was at our staff Christmas party…we were the crew putting on our own version of the TV game show “Let’s Make a Deal”. I am of course the one with the full head of red hair.

Whoa! Can you believe these are Hush Puppies?? Who says you can’t teach old dogs new tricks?

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I’ve been reluctant to post many photos of Caleb, since I don’t want to be one of THOSE grandparents who inundates my friends with hundreds of baby photos. However I have been asked for some, so here are a few.

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Madonna and child.

Madonna and child.

kitschy kitschy boom boom LizBeing the shoe addict that I am, I tend to buy the shoes first and then figure out what to wear with them.

I’ve been looking for some time for a dress or skirt to wear with my beloved Kitschy Kitschy Boom Booms. And yesterday I think I found the perfect match!

I went in to a local consignment store (to take in three pairs of shoes I was ready to say good-bye to), and I came across this skirt.

 

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The photo doesn’t do it justice. It’s a vibrant turquoise silk with lots of swish and swing. It was made by a local woman who used to be a designer. I love the fact that she used purple raw silk as part of the attached crinoline slip.

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What I don’t like is the waist band, which is made out of a stretchy material. It’s warped and the tailoring is not up to par.

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I’ll find a small piece of silk and replace the band. I also hemmed the skirt – she had finished it with a serger but had left it at that, and I don’t care for unhemmed clothes. In any event, when I’m finished with it, I think I’ll have a skirt that I love and that I’ll wear for years.

The arrival of a baby in the household is always an adjustment for everyone, including the family pet. Watch as Chanel meets Caleb for the first time.

What the heck is that??

What the heck is that??

It's not a squirrel. It's not any of the neighbourhood cats either, even though it sounds a bit like one.

It’s not a squirrel. It’s not any of the neighbourhood cats either, even though it sounds a bit like one.

Time for a closer look. I've never smelled anything like this before in my life!!

Time for a closer look. I’ve never smelled anything like this before in my life!!

You're  kidding me, right?? It's a human and IT'S STAYING??? And you think bribing me with cheese and extra walks is going to work?? MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!!

You’re kidding me, right?? It’s a human and IT’S STAYING??? And you think bribing me with cheese and extra walks is going to work?? MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!!

 

 

 

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Meet Caleb, born today at 10:41 a.m. Congratulations Iris and Wade!

Can't focus on a darned thing today, waiting for that baby to come. So I made some pickled beets as a detraction. Now what?

Can’t focus on a darned thing today, waiting for that baby to come. So I made some pickled beets as a distraction. Now what?

Still no baby, but here are some shots from Iris’ baby shower.

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I’m starting to work on a new project. This one will be some time in the making but the photo gives a hint as to what it’s about. I am also looking for as many people in Whitehorse as possible who wear and love Fluevogs and who are willing to be in a creative group photo featuring your footwear. Let me know if you are interested.

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Spent the day in Teslin yesterday at a big Tlingit First Nation celebration. Tlingit come from many parts of Alaska, B.C. and Yukon to celebrate their culture with song, dance, crafts, games, etc. Here are just a few images from the day:

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Note these woven blankets: they are made from goat’s wool. The yarn is hand spun, then hand dyed, then woven on a loom. It takes about two months to prepare the materials, and another 1 to 3 years to weave the blanket. Below is a photo of a woman working on a child’s version.

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Elder Paddy Jim teaches others how to make a fish trap out of willows.

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Just a few thinnings from my veggie garden. I find instead of going hard at it, if I do a small bit of gardening every day I am able to keep up.

Just a few thinnings from my veggie garden. I find instead of going hard at it, if I do a small bit of gardening every day I am able to keep up.

Sorry for my long absence. I’ve just been so friggin’ busy!! I have so much more to say about Ireland. And our new grandchild who’s about to enter this world. And what a glorious summer we’ve been having. And other stuff too.

However, it’s a Friday night after a really crazy work week and I am brain dead. Stay tuned tomorrow after I’ve had a good night’s sleep!

Night all.

It’s probably no coincidence that it was Irish musician Bob Geldof who spearheaded Band Aid, raising something like $14-million for famine relief in Ethiopia in the 1980s. It’s also likely no coincidence that per capita, the Irish apparently give more money to famine relief than just about any other country in the developed world.

Ireland has had an intimate relationship with hunger. It wasn’t much more than 150 years ago that Ireland lost about a quarter of its population when the potato crops failed several years running.  About a million people died and another million emigrated to North America and other places around the world.

I won’t go into all the details about the cause of the famine. There’s a lot more to it than a bunch of rotten spuds but you can read about it on the web. Suffice to say this period in history has deeply marked the Irish people.

There are something like 15 famine monuments and museums around the country. I saw two of them; both were profoundly poignant and powerful.

Famine monument in Dublin. These folks appear to be leaving Ireland, walking towards the emigration ships at Dublin's Quayside.

Famine monument in Dublin.

Famine sculpture in Sligo, a town that suffered more than most in Ireland during the mid-1800s. These parents have scraped together money to send their child to America. There isn’t enough money for all of them to go; just the child. Here they are saying good-bye to her before she boards the ship.

I think of my own great-great grandmother Hannah Sarsfield, who apparently was able to secure a spot on a ship coming to Canada by offering to take care of one family’s children. It is said she didn’t have any food with her, and only survived because the ship’s navigator, my great-great grandfather James Coleman, took a shine to her, fed her, and ended up marrying her. Who did she leave behind to come to the New World, and what suffering did she endure? She was one of the lucky ones. On some boats, one in five people died during the journey. They didn’t call them Coffin Ships for nothing.

Contrast that with today, where no Irish B and B operator worth his or her weight in potatoes will send you out the door without a massive 1,450+ calorie breakfast. Below are examples of our ‘first course’, that consisted of fruits, breads, cereals, cheeses, etc. followed by a hot plate typically made up of eggs, bacon, sausage, black pudding, white pudding, beans, fried tomatoes, and sometimes mushrooms. In Northern Ireland, potato pancakes got added to that list.

The cold portion of the breakfast

The cold portion of the breakfast

The hot portion of the meal, and this one was actually modest compared to most others we were served.

The hot portion of the meal, and this one was actually modest compared to most others we were served.

When Joe and I protested that we couldn’t eat another thing, rubbing our rapidly expanding bellies, our hosts would say things like, “Well, you need a breakfast to keep you going all day”, and “Travelling around actually takes a lot of energy. We can’t see you going hungry.”

My theory is that this all leads back to the Great Famine. The Irish lived the unspeakable horrors of starvation, and to think about anyone going hungry these days must be incorrigible for them.

There is lots of information about how the Giant’s Causeway on the Northern Irish coast was formed by volcanic eruptions more than 60 million years ago. As the surface of the lava flow cooled, it contracted and crystallized into hexagonal columns. As the rock settled and eroded over time, the columns broke off so they now look like steps of various heights.

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But the locals know that the Giant’s Causeway was really the home and playground of a giant Ulster warrior named Fionn mac Curnhaill (or in English, Finn MacCool…I kid you not). Finn built a series of stepping-stones all the way to Scotland so he could spy on his rival and fellow giant, Cullihin. When he realized that Cullihin was much larger than him, Finn came running back to his wife – with Cullihin in quick pursuit.

Finn’s wife Oona was the clever one in the relationship. She dressed Finn up as a baby and put him to bed, warning him not to say a word. When Cullihin showed up looking to fight Finn, Oona asked him in for tea. She explained that while Finn has stepped out for a while, perhaps Cullihin would like to see their baby.

Cullihin was amazed at the size of the infant, and decided if the babe was this large, then Finn must be huge. Cullihin made a quick retreat back to Scotland, smashing the stepping stone bridge as he went.

Looking around the causeway, there are all kinds of signs that Finn, Oona, and Finn’s grandmother really existed (and still exist).

Here's Finn's boot that fell off his foot in his haste to get away from Cullihin and into the safety of his own home.

Here’s Finn’s boot that fell off his foot in his haste to get away from Cullihin and into the safety of his own home.

And here's Finn's pipe organ. It is said that if you go to the causeway at 6 a.m. on Christmas morning, you can hear him playing.

And here’s Finn’s pipe organ. It is said that if you go to the causeway at 6 a.m. on Christmas morning, you can hear him playing.

These are Finn's chimney stacks. It is said that if you see smoke rising from them, you know Finn is at home. Apparently he wasn't around the day we visited.

These are Finn’s chimney stacks. It is said that if you see smoke rising from them, you know Finn is at home. Apparently he wasn’t around the day we visited.

If you look really carefully just right of centre in this photo, you can see Finn's grandmother climbing up the mountain. She was apparently rather meddlesome, always being critical of Finn for not building the causeway the 'proper' way. Maybe he sent her up the mountain just to get a bit of peace and quiet!

If you look really carefully just right of centre in this photo, you can see Finn’s grandmother climbing up the mountain. She was apparently rather meddlesome, always being critical of Finn for not building the causeway the ‘proper’ way. Maybe he sent her up the mountain just to get a bit of peace and quiet!

Stepping on to Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands and a 45 minute ferry ride from Galway, is like going back in time. This island of about 800 people (the population grows to more than 1,000 in the summer) is Gaeltachtai, which means Irish (Gaelic) is still the predominant language. The island didn’t get electricity until 1972. The one bank opens every Wednesday for four hours. Inishmore has one doctor, one police officer, and five bars. In the words of our local guide, “We have our priorities right!”

Island coastline with its sheer cliffs.

Island coastline with its sheer cliffs.

Closer look at the cliff drop.

Closer look at the cliff drop.

Spotted this seal sunning itself in the bay.

Spotted this seal sunning itself in the bay.

This is a place of such desolate beauty that it makes your heart hurt. It’s a place where people have eked out a living on nothing but rock. The stunning 2,000 year old Dun Aengus fort was built of rock on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic. The walls that crisscross every inch of the island were constructed of rock. And the most delicious food is grown here in soil built upon the rock over centuries. This was done by people collecting sand from the beaches, composting seaweed, and digging what little dirt they could find from between the cracks of rocks. There was a film made in the 1930s called “The Man of Aran” that shows life on the island. Definitely worth watching!

Stone walls section off various plots and pastures.

Stone walls section off various plots and pastures.

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Part of the old Dun Aengus fort

Part of the old Dun Aengus fort

Our guide said because of the salt content in the seaweed, the vegetables take on a special taste; not salty but incredibly flavourful. I can vouch for that…I had a bowl of vegetable soup that was probably the culinary highlight of my trip. It was exquisite.

Wildflowers in the restaurant where I had my delicious bowl of vegetable soup.

Wildflowers in the restaurant where I had my delicious bowl of vegetable soup.

As a place that has relied on the sea for sustenance, Inishmore is steeped in tragedy. Our guide Michael told us that every single person on the island has lost someone to the sea. I later asked him if people could still make a living fishing, and he sadly shook his head. He was a commercial fisherman for seven years and says he loved it. He had to give it up to pay the bills. That’s when he became a tour guide. The fellow driving the tour bus behind ours had the very same story to tell. “The Atlantic takes no prisoners,” our guide said.

Some old headstones from the 6th and 7th centuries.

Some old headstones from the 6th and 7th centuries.

About half a dozen women on the island knit these sweaters, that incorporate various patterns unique to the island. Beautiful work!

About half a dozen women on the island knit these sweaters that incorporate various patterns unique to the island. Beautiful work!

There was a huge cultural festival taking place on the week-end that we were in Derry in Northern Ireland. Folks were celebrating St. Colmcille, who was the founder of the city. In the wake of a great battle about 1,500 years ago, St. Colmcille had apparently left Ireland for the remote island of Iona, Scotland. This festival marked his imagined return to the city.

Hundreds of people gathered in a central square in the city to take in various performances during the celebration. The crowds were too much for us, and we spent most of our time walking the walls of the city and visiting 'bogside' to view the People's Murals.

Hundreds of people gathered in a central square in the city to take in various performances during the celebration. The crowds were too much for us, and we spent most of our time walking the walls of the city and visiting ‘Bogside’ to view the People’s Gallery.

In spite of all the merriment, I have to admit to feeling a bit on edge the entire time I was in Derry. While there is no longer any outright fighting between the Loyalists and Nationalists, I got the sense that strong feelings were bubbling away barely below the surface.

Two stories: Joe and I were in a restaurant eating lunch. A man came in who appeared to be under the influence. The staff wouldn’t serve him. Angry, he grabbed a balloon attached to a baby carriage in the restaurant and stamped on it, causing a huge loud bang that made us all jump. The noise was so loud; it sounded like a gun going off.

Later, Joe and I were walking in the area of Derry known as ‘Bogside’, where much of the unrest took place in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. I was looking at the large murals painted to mark some of the big events during the Troubles. All of a sudden a water balloon exploded on the ground just inches from my feet. I looked around and couldn’t figure out who had thrown it or where it had come from. Joe said it was probably just some kid playing a joke. Maybe, but regardless, I felt uneasy.

This mural depicts the 1969 three-day "Battle of the Bogside". It was a battle between local youth and the Royal Ulster Constabulary and prompted the YK government to send British troops into the area. The residdnts of Bogside barricated the streets. "Free Derry" was a no-go area for the security forces, its streets patrolled by IRA volunteers.

This mural depicts the 1969 “Battle of the Bogside”. It was a stand-off between local youth and the Royal Ulster Constabulary and prompted the UK government to send British troops into the area. The residents of Bogside barricated the streets. “Free Derry” was a no-go area for the security forces, the area patrolled by IRA volunteers.

The British army breaks down a door as it works to retake IRA-controlled areas.

The British army breaks down a door as it works to retake IRA-controlled areas.

A group of men led by a local priest carry the body of Jackie Duddy, the first fatality on Bloody Sunday.

A group of men carry the body of Jackie Duddy, the first fatality on Bloody Sunday.

This mural is called "The Death of Innocence" and shows 14-year old Annette McGavigan, killed in crossfire in 1971. She was the 100th victim of the Troubles. She stands in front of a bombed-out building. The broken rifle stands for the failure of violence to achieve anything. The butterfly symbolises hope in the peace process.

This mural is called “The Death of Innocence” and shows 14-year old Annette McGavigan, killed in crossfire in 1971. She was the 100th victim of the Troubles. She stands in front of a bombed-out building. The broken rifle stands for the failure of violence to achieve anything. The butterfly symbolises hope in the peace process.

The 1981 hunger strike. The strike was only called off after 10 people, inclcuding Bobby Sands shown in the forefront here, starved themselves to death. 100,000 people attended Sands' funeral. It appears someone with a green paint gun didn't approve of this mural and the message it sends.

The 1981 hunger strike. The strike was only called off after 10 people, including Bobby Sands shown in the forefront here, starved themselves to death. 100,000 people attended Sands’ funeral. It appears folks with green and white paint guns didn’t approve of this mural and the message it sends.

And look what was on a building on a side street...Picasso's "La Guernica".

And look what was on a building on a side street…Picasso’s “La Guernica”.

The final mural in the series is an image of a dove rising out of the sadness and horror of the past.

The final mural in the series is an image of a dove rising out of the sadness and horror of the past.

In another section of the city there are a series of Loyalist images, such as this one. And we noticed the English flag (as opposed to the Irish one with its green representing the Nationalists, the orange the Loyalists, and the white the peace and common ground between the two) flying in a predomiinent spot for all in Bogside to see.

In another section of the city there are a series of Loyalist images, such as this one. And we noticed the English flag (as opposed to the Irish one with its green representing the Nationalists, the orange the Loyalists, and the white the peace and common ground between the two) flying in a predominent spot for all in Bogside to see.

Another Loyalist mural.

Another Loyalist mural.

Derry's Peace Bridge. I hope with all my heart there is lasting peace for this beautiful part of the world, but I worry there is still too much unfinished business.

Derry’s Peace Bridge. I hope with all my heart there is lasting peace for this beautiful part of the world, but I worry there is still too much unfinished business.

Back home after two wonderful weeks in Ireland. There is so much to write about, but I think the logical place for me to start is Kilmainham Gaol (Jail) in Dublin. It, more than any other place I saw there, sums up the story of Ireland’s social and political history from the late 1700s onward.

The oldest part of the jail (known as the West Wing) opened in 1796 and was considered state of the art at the time. Hard to believe, viewed with modern eyes. There was no glass in the barred windows, and prisoners were given one candle every two weeks for warmth. If their candle burned out before the two weeks was up, they were out of luck.

A section of the East Wing

A section of the East Wing

Many of the people housed at the prison in the early to mid-1800s were debtors. With the coming of the Great Potato Famine, children as young as six or seven were arrested for stealing a loaf of bread or some such. Sadly, these children had a better chance of surviving in jail, since at least they had a roof over their heads and some meagre food rations. Outside of jail, they likely would have starved. At the peak of the Famine, jail cells were crowded with five or six people when they were designed for one. The overflow slept in the dark, dank hallways.

Looking through the "peep hole" into one of the cells in the old section of the jail.

Looking through the “peep hole” into one of the cells in the old section of the jail.

In 1864, a new section of the jail known as “the East Wing” opened. While conditions were more humane, the old wing continued to be used and held prisoners that were to be executed.

The new wing.

The new wing.

This included the 15 or so men who led the Easter Uprising in 1916 and who were executed by firing squad. Essentially this group took a stand at the city’s main post office, declaring Ireland to be a republic separate from England. British troops moved in and quashed the uprising within six days, and the leaders were carted off to the jail and very soon after were killed.

There are some heartbreaking stories related to this period. While visiting a tiny museum in Sligo, I came across a letter that one of the leaders – Patrick Pearce - had written to his mother just hours before he was shot. Apparently the authorities refused to allow this letter to be delivered to her, but it later came to light. Patrick writes, in part:

I have just received Holy Communion. I am happy except for the great grief of parting with you. This is the death I should have asked for if God had given me the choice of all deaths to die…a soldier’s death for Ireland and Freedom.

We have done right. People will say hard things of us now, but later on they will praise us. Do not grieve for all this but think of it as a sacrifice which God asked of me and of you.

Good bye again Dear Mother. May God bless you for your great love for me and your great faith, and may He remember all that you have so bravely suffered. I hope soon to see Papa, and in a little while we shall be all together again. I have no words to tell you of my love of you and how my heart yearns to you all. I will call to you in my heart at the last moment.

Your Son, Pat

Another of the leaders, Joseph Plunkett married his sweetheart Grace Gilfford just hours before he was executed. They were married in the chapel and he was then led away. They had about 10 minutes together, but the story goes that the guard kept interrupting them, so really they had no time alone at all. Grace would later become a prisoner at the jail during the Civil War.

Then there’s the story of James Connolly, another of the Easter Uprising leaders. He was badly injured during the fighting and the doctor said he only had a day or two to live, but the authorities insisted on executing him anyway. He was unable to stand in front of the firing squad, so they hauled him into the exercise yard on a stretcher, tied him upright to a chair, and shot him. His body was thrown in a mass grave with no coffin along with the other leaders.

The exercise yard where most of the leaders of the Easter Uprising were shot.

The exercise yard where most of the leaders of the Easter Uprising were shot.

It was in part because of how James Connolly and others were treated that public sentiment turned against the English. Until then there hadn’t been much support for the uprising, but after the executions that all changed, and soon after Ireland gained its independence.

Of course the fighting didn’t end there, and there were more executions in this jail at the hands of the Irish than there ever were when it was under British control. More on that chapter of Ireland’s history coming soon.

My feet are already tapping! Slán go fóill.

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