A collection of memories from my visit to Ireland in 1985:
Ghosts of Mayo My grandparent's journey home
Cliffs of Moher Climbing cliffs in Ireland
The Kerryman A man that I met briefly while hitchhiking in Ireland
Mickey Finn An evening with one of Ireland's greatest fiddlers
The American Abroad
Since my maternal grandparents had come to America from Ireland in the 1920's, I had grown up with an awareness of Ireland, or second-hand memories of it, all my life. When my grandparents passed away I had been saving for a trip to the Western US, but that ended up being a trip to Ireland. As my first trip abroad, it opened up multiple worlds that I did not know existed.