Níl aon tintéan mar do thintéan féin! -There's no place like home!

(Photo from Google-tradtional Irish cottage)

Céad míle fáilte romhat!

..ma auld sod

(A hundred thousand greetings to you!)

my Old Land

and every Irish soul longs for it when they are alive,

and wants to be buried in it when they pass on.

Me auld athiar was a Trahan, me fathair am O'Connor,

authair to me, a Trahan.

Ma an chlann.

My family. Immigrants like all.

Living first in tenements, following the rails and the mines,

settling down to farm, raising children, rocks and potatoes in the Midwest.

Passing along their love and culture-and some red hair and freckles-

through the generations.

But never forgetting:

Tír gan teanga, tír gan anam-

a country without language, a country without soul.

I hope to visit someday, travel to our home county, see the auld sod.

Níl aon tintéan mar do thintéan féin-

There's no place like home.

Especially if you have never really been there!

 Thanks for stopping by,

Steve

http://obeoman.blogspot.com