#Mondaymusings-Tales of my Childhood
Monday Musings-Tales of my Childhood
I write a lot of my thoughts, feelings, and passions. I was a little girl with a big heart and an even bigger imagination. I remember stories my Gram would tell me about her family. Her parents that were born in Ireland and Scotland who survived hardships of the Potato famine of 1846 and found their new life in Canada.
Her close knit family came over by boat to forage a new beginning with two little girls and then my Gram was born almost a month after the town they lived in burnt down! They suffered a fire, flood, loss, and still remained strong together. Music was a very special outlet for their healing as whole family. The church and hymns sung around the house, and in the parlour after dinner sustained them. It gave them faith to overcome whatever trial they had encountered.
One song that was so special to my family is Danny Boy. My Gram’s only brother had a beautiful heart and and even more beautiful voice. He loved his church as equally as he loved the church. He had survived the First World War and came back to support his family. He was set to have the solo for Danny Boy on the night of the St. Patrick’s day. He had been sickly but he wanted to honour his commitment to his choir.
Being he was too ill to leave his bed he wasn’t able to. With his family surrounding him he sat up and sang one last time for them. Then he lay down, closed his eyes, and went to meet God. My Gram would tell me this story and her eyes would well up with tears. The pain of losing her brother in his late twenties was something she never healed from.
When I expressed my love of all things Irish she taught me the song. I would sing it for her, my Grandpa, and my Mom. They would sing quietly along with tears in their eyes. My Gram would hug me so tight and say I made her brother proud. Every story she told of my hard working Great Grandparents made me feel connected with them. She brought their travels and tales to live for me.
This is a tradition that still continues onto this day as I share these stories with my own children. I tend to gravitate to playing Irish characters in my theatre experience. My kids still ask me to speak in an Irish accent and they just love it. Every time I entertain them with a song or a jig I can hear my Gram giggling. I only hope my rendition does her and our Irish clan proud as all my memories are of them.
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8 thoughts on “#Mondaymusings-Tales of my Childhood”
I figure I wear my heart on my sleeve so you guys probably already know all there is to know…..!
Still, if I come across a muse I may well save for next Monday…
Thank you, yes please do it’s a cathartic writing prompt. ?
I will certainly try….
Yay I look forward to reading you there. ?
A post straight from the heart, true to the core to what Monday Musings stands for. The story of all the hardships your great grandparents went through in their times and how the whole family stayed united through thick and thin has touched my heart. Cudos to you for still keeping alive your Irish roots through music.
Thank you so much for kind words. It’s a story I’m very proud of and honoured to share. My ancestors made me who I am today. I will be forever grateful that they chose to be a strong unit. ?