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Posted on 02/28/2010 10:16:11 PM PST by JustAmy
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Thank you, and a Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all.
For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY,
EVERYBODY!
Is there a special day for Germans?
Fraulein Weinie
My German Grandma always fixed
spareribs, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes
On New Year's Day.
So did my mother
and for several decades, now - so have I
Wow, ML. That is quite a background! You must be very proud of your Great Grandfather!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you, and yours.
DROOL !
Yes, I am!
On my Daddy’s side were the Indians.
The ones that have 32 words for SNOW! LOL!
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Wonderful heritage, ltos
On Being of Irish Descent-From My Mom
Most Americans of a certain age must have heard of “The Boston Irish”. I am a proud descendant of Irish Immigrants who came to America in the 1800’s.
My Maternal Grandmother came from Carigtul, County Cork, Ireland, during the Great Famine, when the potato crop failed for three years in a row. She went to Liverpool, said she was 17 years old so that she could travel alone, and sailed to Boston, Massachusetts. The fare was $70.00 on what were called “Coffin Ships”, because the nightmare voyage took six weeks in steerage. Conditions were so bad with moldy food, scarce water and overcrowding, that many of the older and weaker passengers died and were disposed of at sea.
When she landed in Boston in 1849, my Grandmother was 14 years old. Boston, at that time, was ruled by very rich people known as “The Boston Brahmans”, who owned five-story brownstone homes along Beacons Street and Commonwealth Avenue. The would send their Butlers down to the docks to meet the “Coffin Ships” and hire the young Irish girls to work in these mansions. The girls were treated like slaves. They slept up on the fifth floor, where there was no heat, and hardly a breath of air in the summertime. Wake up call was at five am, when the maid had to rise and get the fire going for the cook to prepare breakfast for the Master and Mistress. Trays had to be brought to everyone in the household. Then the days work began, scrubbing all those stairways, cleaning, and polishing, doing all kinds of heavy chores, until 10:00 or 11:00 at night, for $2.50 a week, seven days a week. These girls got two hours off on Thursday afternoon and one hour off on Sunday morning for a 5:30 AM Mass.
Somehow she saved enough money to send for her sister Bessie, who also went to work for another rich Boston Brahman family. Together, they saved enough to bring sister Nellie over. Later, the three of them sent for their father and brother.
My Grandmother, Mary, when she was older, married another Irish Immigrant, Dan Daily, who fought in the Ninth Massachusetts Infantry Regiment in the Civil War. He was wounded at Fredricksburg and recovered, but stayed in the National Guard and helped fight the Great Boston Fire in 1872. Mary had six children with him. When he died in 1888, she only had one child left. The others had all died from childhood illnesses.
She later married for a second time in 1890, and my mother was the only child of this second marriage. She was widowed again when my mother was 17 years old. She had a hard life which came to a terrible end when she was hit by a car in 1923 right in front of my mother who was holding in hand my 3 year old sister Mary and my 2 year old brother Bill.
More to come about my Irish Heritage!
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In 2 Corinthians 3:17-18, the Bible says, “Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the spirit of the Lord.” ...
Philippians 2:5-8, “Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself, and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.”
May we all be humble, obedient servants of God. For in this way we are transformed into the image of Christ.
Excerpts from
—Roger Shiflet
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http://www.gospelteacher.org/articles/Transformed_into_the_Image_of_Christ_RShiflet.htm
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It is a matter of the heart.
“ If You love me keep my commandments." John 14:15
May Christ Jesus ever grow in us and shine forth in the world. Amen.
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Most interesting, ltos...a very hard life indeed.
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