My Grandmother died when I was 3 weeks old. (Fidelity to the Catholic Faith came down to me from her through my Mother.) When her whole family was shipping out from Ireland, the boat had just departed; the parents looked around: "Where is Lillian?" Her Auntie was holding her back on the docks. "Now you'll come back to us." They never did.A song, very popular at the time, reflects similar circumstances. The Irish must flee, or perish. In Kathleen Mavourneen (click to hear the music), her erstwhile suitor--maybe almost betrothed--on the day he must depart, not to see her for...