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Book Review: Travelers' Tales - Ireland
by Gayla Templeton

A friend recently loaned me a wonderful book that came well broken in with tooth marks, courtesy of her West Highland White Terrier puppy, a native of Ireland who came to the United States at ten weeks old. In spite of its external abuse, (the book - not the puppy!) it was a wonderful read.

The title, "Travelers' Tales - Ireland, True Stories of Life on the Emerald Isle," is much too bland for such a rich, full book. It is not your usual travel guide but page after page full of the very essence of Ireland. The stories are written by authors as contemporary as Frank McCourt and as ancient as a letter written in the sixth century. They will carry you from the pub to a pilgrimage climbing Crough Patrick.

I laughed out loud and fought back many a tear as I relived each author's love affair with Ireland. It also brought to mind so many wonderful memories of my own visit there. I would recommend it to anyone thinking of a tour as you will have a much deeper understanding of everything from the troubles to the music of the enchanting Emerald Isle. It is also a must read for anyone who has momentarily forgotten what they experienced there that keeps the love for Ireland burning in our hearts.

Amazon Editorial Review
Revealing the heart and soul of a nation known for ample supplies of both, "Travelers' Tales" whisks readers away to the land of green hills and misty skies, Dublin pubs, and chiming church bells.

Here are accounts of kayaking among fog-shrouded islands, strolling timeless Donegal, poking around mossy ruins, drinking whiskey with shiftless bards, and even witnessing a murder in cold blood.

One of the oldest and richest cultures of Europe, Ireland has long held interest for travelers and readers. This diverse array of essays offers fans of Eire a satisfying glimpse inside cottages, country fairs, dances, and even an irreverent catechism lesson among rowdy schoolgirls.

Excerpted from the Introduction by James O'Reilly
When I was a boy, I remember my father sitting, lost in thought and memory, in view of a painting in our American living room. That painting was of Torc Mountain rising above the Lakes of Killarney in County Kerry, Ireland, which was for my father, home. He always seemed unreachable in this state, but whether or not he was, it was clear to me that he was filled with a longing that I at least in part understood. I loved him then as he loved Ireland-hopelessly, with every fiber of my body.

So for me, my father was Ireland itself, just as he was the Catholic Church, the essence of which he labored mightily to instill in me and my six brothers and sisters. (And of course in Ireland, the two are, as the saying goes, joined at the hip.) What then did my father, as Ireland, represent in these twin roles?

He embodied a love of learning, a love of scholarship, a love of exact speech, of moral laws, of hard work, of looking for and expecting goodness in others but not being surprised if it wasn't forthcoming, of storytelling and reading and music, of sly and lunatic humor. He had a wild streak of sacrifice and charity, a combination of St. Francislike gentleness and ayatollahlike fierceness. He lanced personal boils with self-denial, revered tradition and rules because they are the stone framework of civilization when the wolves of cruelty and hunger are at the door, as they have been for so much of Irish history, a framework that lasts long after the roof has burned and the residents hanged. My father made me want to be, well, a saint-because it was so transparently the goal and practice in his own life-and it seemed then as it seems now, that nothing else could be as important. What does being a saint mean? Being as close to your Maker as you possibly can, at all times, warts and nose hairs and terrible bleeding mistakes all. That was the gift of my father, and for me was and remains the gift of Ireland.

What does this have to do with modern Ireland? Ireland has changed so dramatically in recent years, you'd hardly recognize the place if you haven't been in a while, or if all you know of Ireland is what Uncle Paddy told you of his childhood. So intellectuals in Dublin may scoff at my characterization of Ireland, cynics in Belfast hoot with derision, geeks in Cork dismiss the bandwidth of my thinking, Eurotrash in Galway snort at my naivete. They've seen the real Ireland and it doesn't look at all like the romanticized version sloshing over the gunwales of the vast Irish diaspora. The Catholic faith has eroded, the Church is in decline, the famine ships are ancient history, the rural culture is on its last legs, and everything Irish is nothing but a tourist gimmick. But sometimes those who have left, those who are filled with unspeakable longing, as my father was, have something correct to say.

Ireland has in it, in its soil and air and water and sun, something that for want of a better word is alchemical, that no other place on earth seems to have. This is not to say that other peoples don't love their native land as much or as well, or that ancient portals of feeling and wisdom don't exist the world over, not at all. It is just that whatever there is in Ireland is unique. Perhaps this is a genetic thing-my bias is suspect with a name like O'Reilly-but I don't think so. I think the genetic predisposition may be only to love Ireland a bit more fervently, but it is not responsible for the place Ireland holds open on the spectrum of human possibilities. Ireland, it seems to me, is an earth-bound zone between birth and death that has not been de-coupled from either human event, not by Celts, nor Catholics, nor Computers. In Ireland you can sense more clearly the form of your own life, the shape of the little corporal boat that carries you down the river to home and the Eternal. In other words, in Ireland, you can get pretty close to Heaven.

When my father died, we took him back to Kerry. He was borne on the shoulders of his grade school classmates to rest above Killarney in Aghadoe, in a sixth century cemetery with a breathtaking view of his beloved Lakes and, of course, Torc Mountain. My brothers and I filled in his grave, taking care with the skulls and bones of other relatives buried there.

When I visit now, especially when I visit my father's grave, and look out over the Kerry Mountains, I am still filled with longing for all the things humans long for. But the heart's home really is elsewhere...only in Ireland, you are closer to it than anywhere else.

Note: We are very happy that Gayla brought this book to our attention. Thank you! Her great review and that superb introduction prompted us to go looking for it ; we were delighted to find that it's available on amazon. It's now on our wish list.
If you're interested in learning more, please click here: Travelers' Tales - Ireland


Fri, Feb 2, 2018

Irish God and Goddess of love

Oengus is the Irish God of love, beauty and youth. According to the old folklore, his kisses became birds. It is also said that he dreamed of a beautiful maiden, named Caer, for whom he searched all over Ireland. Eventually, he found her chained to 150 other maidens, destined to become swans at the time of Samhain. Legend has it that Oengus transformed himself into a swan and was united with his love.
Aine of Knockaine is the Irish Goddess of love. She is also known as the Fairy Queen of Munster and as a goddess of fertility beause she has control and command over crops and animals, especially cattle. Another name by which she is known is Aillen. To learn more about Irish mythology, please click Irish Myths & Legends.
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