A child’s Christmas in a West Kerry village

I always wondered where my Dad got his appetite for buttered bread and tea came from and now I know. Thanks for the memories of days in the bog cutting turf. Slainte.

What a terrific memory and a gift for words this lad, Maurice, has. Makes you feel like you were there. Have actually visited that village myself, a number of times. But never at Christmas. And if he was writin about this Christmas he would have to add SNOW. Noww they know what we go through every year.

you know I read on this site the other day about how Irish Americans are so wrong because of their view of the "real" Ireland. This article speaks to what we long for. This is why there will always be a longing here in the US to experience such beauty and peace. I spent nine days in Ireland this Summer and I will never be the same. So for all of you that dwell on the differences between American Irish and Native Irish, just know that we are joined at the soul. And nothing can ever change that. Merry Christmas Ireland. I love you.

Luvly.

There's a touch of marijuana to the prose.

Oh my, what a wonderful story with a beautiful message! Makes one want to just sit back by a fireplace and pretend the times have transversed back to better days.....

Oh if only things could be like that today

Brought tears to my eyes. The simplicity of it all. How I wish we could get back to that instead of rushing around buying the latest "stuff". Every year we say we are going to just have a few presents and keep it low key, but every year we continue as we have. I think I'll re-read this and savor it.

Sure & 'tis a sweet memory! More's the pity times as that are few anymore.

Love the remembrances. All very close to what we did in Co. Galway except for the hay by the door. I can still see the candles in all the windows and it brings back many lovely memories.

How sweet the joy of Christmas is.

lovely memory story