My beloved Auntie Ellen....
Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 5:29 pm
I am feeling very happy and nostalgic tonight as within the last 24 hours I have received 3 unexpected, long distance phone calls from loved ones from my past....
* My Dad's younger friend, who lives in another state, met someone I knew who gave him my phone #. This friend and I spoke for hours talking about my parents and all the good times we had....
** I've been trying to locate my childhood neighbors for years and Carol called me yesterday. Her family has been searching for us for years and she located us throught a peoplefinder search. We spoke for hours....
***My cousin in Alaska sent some old pictures of our Auntie Ellen when he visited her as a college student....
I'd like to tell you a wee bit about my Auntie Ellen....She was my Nana's only sister, and I was named after my Nana, my Mom and Ellen ....thus.....Kathy Ellen...That's why I love my name so much as it always reminds me of the strong women in my life that I've lost and remember with such passion.
Auntie Ellen was selfless....She raised her sister and 2 brothers and wouldn't leave Ireland. My nana moved to the States and the 2 brothers moved to Toronto, Canada and sneaked into the States settling in upstate NY across from the Canadian border.
I first went "home" to Ireland when I was 19 yrs. and was determinded to find Ellen in Donegal....Unfortunately, our relatives didn't always keep in touch at that time. All I knew was where she lived and there was a fair going on....I knew she was a shorter rendition of my Nana.
And I found her.... by Jausus I did......I walked into the field and saw her and knew who she was immediately. My nerves, I was beyond thrilled:-4 I slowly walked up and stood beside her very quietly. She turned to me with a smile and then looked into my face knowing that I was Katherine's daughter...she just knew who I was....bless her sweet heart. Mom used to spend the summers with her as a child. Ellen introduced me to all the villagers who were all my cousins.:yh_rotfl
My journey began then meeting all of my parent's loved ones. Ellen lived in a wee cottage that was in such disrepair but wouldn't let anyone help her except my Mom's family. She was a very proud woman indeed....just like me...stubborn as a mule....thick as a double ditch I am...or so I've been told..dunno:yh_rotfl
I spent every summer for years with Ellen until she passed. We finally made contact and realized that she wouldn't move away from her home. So we brought electricity and running water into her home and our friends from Louth to adopt her. Our friends loved her and helped to take special care of her for the rest of her life:-4
I should really write a journal and tell you some stories about our times in Donegal....I'll post some pics for now.
These pictures are of Ellen and her niece, Lake O'Donnell where we used to swim and bathe with the fishes and midgets:-5 and a picture of her wee cottage that she wouldn't let anyone help her to rebuild...damn she was too proud....:rolleyes: and the road that led to her home.
Thank you for listening to my story:-4 I'll post the pictures in the next post.
* My Dad's younger friend, who lives in another state, met someone I knew who gave him my phone #. This friend and I spoke for hours talking about my parents and all the good times we had....
** I've been trying to locate my childhood neighbors for years and Carol called me yesterday. Her family has been searching for us for years and she located us throught a peoplefinder search. We spoke for hours....
***My cousin in Alaska sent some old pictures of our Auntie Ellen when he visited her as a college student....
I'd like to tell you a wee bit about my Auntie Ellen....She was my Nana's only sister, and I was named after my Nana, my Mom and Ellen ....thus.....Kathy Ellen...That's why I love my name so much as it always reminds me of the strong women in my life that I've lost and remember with such passion.
Auntie Ellen was selfless....She raised her sister and 2 brothers and wouldn't leave Ireland. My nana moved to the States and the 2 brothers moved to Toronto, Canada and sneaked into the States settling in upstate NY across from the Canadian border.
I first went "home" to Ireland when I was 19 yrs. and was determinded to find Ellen in Donegal....Unfortunately, our relatives didn't always keep in touch at that time. All I knew was where she lived and there was a fair going on....I knew she was a shorter rendition of my Nana.
And I found her.... by Jausus I did......I walked into the field and saw her and knew who she was immediately. My nerves, I was beyond thrilled:-4 I slowly walked up and stood beside her very quietly. She turned to me with a smile and then looked into my face knowing that I was Katherine's daughter...she just knew who I was....bless her sweet heart. Mom used to spend the summers with her as a child. Ellen introduced me to all the villagers who were all my cousins.:yh_rotfl
My journey began then meeting all of my parent's loved ones. Ellen lived in a wee cottage that was in such disrepair but wouldn't let anyone help her except my Mom's family. She was a very proud woman indeed....just like me...stubborn as a mule....thick as a double ditch I am...or so I've been told..dunno:yh_rotfl
I spent every summer for years with Ellen until she passed. We finally made contact and realized that she wouldn't move away from her home. So we brought electricity and running water into her home and our friends from Louth to adopt her. Our friends loved her and helped to take special care of her for the rest of her life:-4
I should really write a journal and tell you some stories about our times in Donegal....I'll post some pics for now.
These pictures are of Ellen and her niece, Lake O'Donnell where we used to swim and bathe with the fishes and midgets:-5 and a picture of her wee cottage that she wouldn't let anyone help her to rebuild...damn she was too proud....:rolleyes: and the road that led to her home.
Thank you for listening to my story:-4 I'll post the pictures in the next post.