My mother was born in Bealach an Doirín, which is just a ways northwest of Ros Comáin, in 1897. When she left for Dublin, in 1915 and then New York in 1919, she brought with her her language, her traditions and a sense of pride in both.
Something my father never seemed toThe last week of October was always particularly important to her. The superstitions, beliefs and rituals -- and games -- of Samhain
meant something to her, and has to our family, since long before Halloween caught on, or Celtic paganism became a tumblr hashtag.
So with
that in mind, I'd like to share
at least some of the food and the divination games and things with anyone here who might be interested. And who knows, maybe you'll learn something about your future.
I'll also accept exactly
one leprechaun joke. So make it a good one.