As March approaches and I'm making plans for St. Patrick's Day, I think of so many Americans with Irish roots.
One of those who came in the 1800s, as a young girl, was my husband's grandmother, Mary Jane.
I never met her and we have very few photos of her, but I always think of her as a courageous young girl with a dream for a better life here in America.
She is shown here, later in life, with her husband Charles.
Wishing everyone a very Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I'm glad y'all are here.
I finally got the door basket finished. I had taken down the Christmas wreath and the door has been bare since January. It seems like Spring is almost here now that the basket of tulips is on the door.
Thanks so much to Debbie at Confessions of a Plate Addict. Without her kindness and encouragement, my thoughts of starting a blog would have been just that.... thoughts.
