In the summer of 1993 Suzi and I took my mother to Ireland to celebrate her 80th birthday.  Her father was born, raised, and ran away to sea from Greencastle in Donegal; at the mouth of Lough Foyle, the choke point leading to the port of Londonderry.  Her actual birthday was in September and on her birthday I sent her a letter recounting some of the stories we heard in Ireland.  Many of the stories are the ones I grew up with, but we heard them from a different perspective and told a century after they happened. My grandfather … Continue reading Greencastle, Ireland (the old home place.)