A Wee Bit About Herself

Dia Dhuit

I have had so many people ask me about myself,
why did I do this web site, and where does the
inspiration come from.

I started this web site out of the love of my father
after he passed on and was long gone from our
lives, but he lives forever in my heart.
Part of my Dad lives on in me and in my children
and someday my grandchildren
My father taught me so much but yet he left so
much unsaid that I have yet to learn.

My lovely grandparents were from the untamed
west coast of Ireland from the County of Mayo.
As I was told by my father the land of the enchantment,
fairy's, leprechauns and many dreams.
My dad taught me the craic, a wee bit of the blarney
and the love of the Irish and what it meant to him.
As a wee lass I grew up loving Ireland, the love of the
Irish people and the wonderful tunes. My father told
me long ago the tunes were the Irish way of telling
their life history. My dads' father Dominic paid his passage
to the USA by singing, dancing and playing his squeeze.
box on his journey across the wild roaring ocean.
My father passed on to me what was taught to him
by two emigrant parents and their love.
for their country and their countrymen.


Tis Herself

My name is Dee I am 41 years young.
Not quite as old as dirt yet. *Smile*
Ahh.... and a wee bit of humor gets me
through my day. You will normally
catch me laughing or smiling and I enjoy the Irish
tunes and a pint or two at the local pub with friends.
I am a single mother of 4 wonderful children
age 20, 14, 12, and 11, two boys, and two girls.
I work full-time as a Medical Account Service Representative
for two major transplant hospitals.

My father taught me to be a strong, proud Irish woman
and I live by his words of wisdom daily. There is not
one day that goes by that I don't think about
the man and sometimes smile to myself about things
he said or did. One of the wonderful things I do remember
him telling me is,

"Know if you can make it through one more day, and live
it to the fullest and be the best you can be, you will always
be strong, happy and healthy. Never let life get the best of you.
Remember we are true, proud Irish and we are survivors."

I now understand what he meant as I am single mother,
working and going this long road alone.
I also know the good Lord only takes only the best people,
so it will be some time before the banshee wails and
swoops down on me to call me Home.

I am from a family of 10 children and have 8 brothers and a sister.
In the pecking order I fall in to line as number 9.
I grew up on acreage and my father worked hard for all of us children
and stood beside us through thick and thin. He loved us more than
life itself and would fight for us more than Jack Dempsey himself
if he were alive. My father was at every school,
sports and church event and function there was.
He had a heart of gold that the leprechauns would have envied
and more precious to him than a pot of gold was his family.
I thank Dad daily, for teaching us his values and the values of
his parents. When I grew up we didn't have much, but yet we
didn't know what that truly meant, and we grew up thinking
we were no better or no less than others were.
As me father would say "Ireland 'Tis A Wee Bit Of Heaven",
and I am honored to be able
to share this wee bit with you.

Thank you Dad for all you have given me.

Slán go fóill, do chara