Nor would I have wanted to be the one who told her.
A cup of tea before St. Patrick’s Day dinner.
My maternal grandmother, and all of her siblings, was born in London, England. Her parents were Irish and, once married evidently made the decision to move across the way to England to seek a better life. So while my grandmother was English on paper her blood was 100% Irish. I suspect had the DNA testing been popular back then this would have been borne out, but we have only her word for it.
While in England she met and married my grandfather, a first-generation Canadian who was recovering from war wounds. After the Great War she moved to Montreal with her husband and never saw England again.
Her Irish ancestry played a major role in her life, particularly at St. Patrick’s Day. It is interesting to note that…
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