Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
When I travel to Dublin I do my best to get in a visit with my father at his place of residence since 1984, Deansgrange Cemetery. Last year’s trip to Ireland left me no opportunity to get there, so I made certain I would manage it this year. Last Friday was the day. I made … Continue reading Tea with my Dad
While it may seem as if I travel far and wide, if you look closely you’ll see that I have favorite spots to which I return time and time again. Howth is one of those places. This seaside village on the north end of Dublin Bay, has never failed to charm me, although, I discovered … Continue reading Howth Cliff Walk – and a Wonky Sauna
When one is committed to carry on luggage exclusively, packing becomes an art. Especially when a person is striving to live up to the title bestowed upon them in 1980 - “best dressed girl” in the 8th grade Greenwood Lake Middle School class. As I started preparing my back of the envelope packing list, I … Continue reading Ireland packing list loading…
If you’re anything like me, you’ve had just about enough of this lingering winter. The few days of sunshine and relative warmth, sometimes even occurring concurrently, have been a mean tease, rather than a reliable harbinger of true spring. I’m over it. I want to wear sandals and dresses and tops that bare my shoulders. … Continue reading When you wake to a snowy April morning
…there's always a chance that you'll find the way." — Seamus Heaney Before I went to Ireland for the first time in 1990, the wife of the chef I had worked with prior to my move to Albany strongly recommended that I read the novel, Trinity, by Leon Uris. It was a must. I remember nothing about … Continue reading “If you have the words,…
Yesterday was my youngest son’s 21st birthday, a milestone that came with no small sense of satisfaction. Parenting this kid, the family baby, had not been without its challenges. There had been numerous early miscarriages, (something I’ll forever attribute to the aggressively high radioactive iodine dose I received and my managed state of hyperthyroidism), before … Continue reading QPL XXI
My Uncle Eamon’s kitchen, Broomall, PA, Fall 1989 The first time I met my Aunt Rosita was at a family wedding. This event marked the second time in my life that I shared space with a relative other than my mother and brother. I had been collected from the airport by Uncle Eamon and Uncle … Continue reading Saying goodbye to a generation
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