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May 28, 2010 I met my future husband in 1949. He had come from Ireland in 1948 after first living in England for two years. He and male irish male members would sing these songs at their parties. I cried when I read the words. Apparently the Irish from the south (called the green irish because this was the part of Ireland not taken by the English. The part taken by the English is called the orange ) still want all of Ireland to be considered as it once was. Of course this will never happen. I was told that England was invading Ireland and the I. R. A. (Irish Republic Association) sent a represenative to England. When he returned to Ireland it was found he had given England X counties to stop the war. The I. R. A. did not like the number of counties he had given away and killed him. I also understand the NORTH OF IRELAND and the SOUTH OF IRELAND were not really fighting due to religion. (Maybe as years went on it became that way). England's church was Protestant and Ireland was mostly Catholic. Ireland wanted their counties back and fought the English settlers. Not the Protestants. My husband said one would be careful of what they said in their pubs as a man at the same table could be an I. R. A. man. He said he used to practice maneuvers with a wooden riffle.........maybe to be ready with the I. R. A. When I first met him I thought he was speaking a different language but was told he was speaking English. I got accustomed to his brogue and hardly noticed the accent except if I happened to call home and he answered the telephone. Then I could hear his brogue although it was not as strong after all the years here. He loved America. When we were going to a war (do not recall which one), single men were being called; he was married. Then married men with no children; he had a child, so I asked him if he would go to war or would he opt to go back to Ireland. In no uncertain terms he said, "I live in America and of course I would fight for it." When we were able to purchase a new television he would not buy any brand that was not "made in America". We married in 1950 when I was 16 and he was 21. After I had accidentally bumped into him a few times he asked me to go to a movie with him. As I was only 15 and not gone on a date (of course buddies would end up at the same place at the same time though) I said, "You have to ask my Mother" and he did come to our apartment with a couple of friends. Courage I suppose. My mother asked his age and someone said 18. We thought he had said that. As I worked after school, had good grades and never in trouble I assume my mother knew I knew "right from wrong' and said "Yes". As we were going down the stairs he said, "I am not 18 but 21". I asked why he had lied to my mother and was turning around to go back upstairs because he had lied. He said, "I did not say that; one of the other guys did". I thought about it; I wanted to go DOWNTOWN to a movie (very special then) and he had not lied to my mother, so convenienced myself it was alright. My mother liked him and felt I was safe with him that is why she did not object to us hanging around together. We would have been married 49 years about 6 weeks after his death in 1999, due to cancer. I still cry when I think of him. Believe me, the Irish do have a way with them. ------------ About the author: I think I am suppose to tell something about myself and I assume it means my name and etc. Ms. Marlene Grimes of Milford, Ohio. Email: sissonmarlene@aol.com Comment on this article here! 
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