I Forgot The Corned Beef
A few years ago I bought one of those ancestry kits. Weeks later I received the results which were somewhat surprising because there was zero Irish DNA.
Dad is all Scandinavian. Mom is German, Eastern European and I assumed, Irish, but facts are scarce because her father's side of the family is MIA.
Mom never talked about her father. My grandmother "married" young, had mom, divorced "James" shortly after. He was not a part of my mother's life. She kept one photo of him which was frayed and yellow when I found it as a child. He was tall, with blonde hair, with a sad expression on his handsome face. Mom looks just like him.
I asked her about him. She only said he had died of a heart attack. He must have been in his late twenties or early thirties, I thought. Hmm. And, were they even married? But, I didn't push it. I knew the drill. Secrets. We are a family of secrets.
My sister tried to find information about him and only came up with a news article about his father, who was working in Africa with a tea company.
That is all.
So, if mom wanted nothing to do with her Irish side, and I can't blame her since they had nothing to do with her, I'll stay out of it.
No corned beef and cabbage this year. I completely forgot, but I'll see if 'The Quiet Man,' is streaming. I've had ambivalent feelings about that movie. I go back and forth, loving it, hating the misogyny, the butt spanking, yet, Maureen O'Hara seemed to enjoy it. John Wayne is fabulous in it, even if he'd be a raging maga today. I'll stay out of it.
I realize I'm all over the place today. Not exactly a cohesive storyline here.
I'm a Swedish atheist liberal American wine drinking Irishman today. Cheers.
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