Ireland Is the Greenest of Greens
Green Ireland including sheep, trees, grass, stone walls
Marygray and Me - And The Challenges We Faced In Ireland The Summer of 1972
A few of you have been curious about what it was really like when Marygray Proffitt and I were in Ireland back in 1972. These photos give you a glimpse of what we were dealing with during our time there - this was just 5 months after Bloody Sunday happened.
Let me tell you, being in Northern Ireland during that period was genuinely scary.
Ireland is absolutely beautiful, but the situation up North was anything but peaceful. It was dangerous most of the time, and we had to be really careful about where we went and what we did.
We were so grateful that we’d started our work down in The Republic of Ireland first - it gave us a chance to get our bearings before facing the more intense situation in the North.
I’ve got more stories and photos to share, so keep an eye out for my next post!
Bloody Sunday Ireland January 30, 1972, “We Fired Only At Attacking Gunmen & Bombers”
Photo of Protests Following Bloody Sunday in Ireland 1972
Rick Steves Is Wrong About Killarney
I don’t care what Rick Steves says about Killarney. To quote him directly: “Killarney (Ireland): This is a place where most tourists wear nametags — a traffic jam of tour buses. If you have the misfortune to spend the night in Killarney, you'll understand what I mean. The town is a sprawling line of green Holiday Inns and outlet malls littered with pushy shoppers looking for plastic shamrocks.”
Rick, I don’t know what side of the bed you got up on when you wrote that, but you obviously don’t know your shamrock from a bowl of shite. Get up and see the real Killarney. Take some time to know the people. Have a Guiness or four. And believe in the fairies!
And I promise you, you will fall in love with the place just like I did over 53 years ago.
Killarney and Ireland forever!
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I don’t care what Rick Steves says about Killarney.
To quote him directly: “Killarney (Ireland): This is a place where most tourists wear nametags — a traffic jam of tour buses. If you have the misfortune to spend the night in Killarney, you'll understand what I mean. The town is a sprawling line of green Holiday Inns and outlet malls littered with pushy shoppers looking for plastic shamrocks.”
Rick, I don’t know what side of the bed you got up on when you wrote that, but you obviously don’t know your shamrock from a bowl of shite. Get up and see the real Killarney. Take some time to know the people. Have a Guiness or four. And believe in the fairies!
And I promise you, you will fall in love with the place just like I did over 53 years ago.
Killarney and Ireland forever!
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by Edmund O'Rourke
By Killarney's lakes and fells,
Em'rald isles and winding bays,
Mountain paths, and woodland dells
Memory ever fondly strays;
Bounteous nature loves all lands;
Beauty wanders everywhere
Footprints leaves on many strands,
But her home is surely there.
Angels fold their wings and rest
In that Eden of the west,
Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair--Killarney.