It occurred to me that our family's time in Ireland and our adventures had never been posted for bloggers to read. It was an amazing few years where our children attended Irish schools (scoil) and studied Gaelic, where we lived on 20 acres of ancient forests, where we owned and operated a hotel (built in 1769 as a hunting lodge for an English lord, converted to a hotel in early 1960s).
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| One of the 3 rooms used in weddings in the Hotel |
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| Johnny in his wellies with his cat Midnight |
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| Manor house of the Lord of Blarney-- house and creepy tree, 5 miles from us |
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| Partial view of west side of hotel, 1985 |
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Three milk stools found buried beneath refuse dating to mid-1800s
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View of Glanmire, nearest town from the Hotel...Glassaboy tidal river
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Erin and Johnny by a grotto built in 1780s for providing food and water for deer (which would later be hunted)
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Mary by one of the huge trees in the woods
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| Drive leading from Glanmire up to the hotel |
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Our woods. I am in a white sweater with Johnny beside me and dog Buddy in front. Farther away on the trail are my daughter Erin and Patrick Kane. Behind us is a steep slope and in front is an upward slope. The stone table is further up the path.
This was truly an adventure for each of us in different ways. For my children--those memories have never faded. It is the same for us, their parents.
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