I don't usually do much for St. Patrick's day, but last night a group of us went to a nearby pub, had some beer and food, and listened to some great music. The waitress gave us hats to wear...
I think Gordon's is a little small!
I do have Irish blood. My father's side of the family is Irish. My Dad was born in England but they lived in an Irish ghetto in London and the Rowes have always identified more with their Irish side (even though I'm told that Rowe is actually a Cornish name, so clearly there was some back and forth across the Irish sea!)
I think I have posted most of the following photos before but in the spirit of the day, here's my Irish family...
My paternal grandmother, Anastasia, when she was a young thing.
The family hovel in Tobernabrone. It's still there! I want to see it one day.
My grandmother (I called her Nanny) with my Dad and his two sisters, sometime in the early 1940s.
My paternal grandparents. My Dad is the kid on the far right. Anastasia was from Kilkenny, Jack was from Wexford.
My great grandfather (my paternal grandfather's dad), somewhere in Ireland!
My grandfather Jack and his first child, my Uncle John. This would have been around 1929.
Nanny, my aunts and my uncle Kevin with another member of our extended family, in front of the cottage in Tobernabrone. During WWII, Nanny took my Dad and the rest of the kids here to escape the bombing in London.
That same cottage in the 960s. I believe I am related to some of these people! :)
Happy St. Patrick's Day!