52.9... Mongrel-oid
When I was a kid I liked it that we had a mutt- Bootsie the half-beagle / half collie- because we were such mutts ourselves.
The name Larsen is Danish, from my paternal grandfather.
My dad's mom was German (Kaufmann) and Irish (McGillicuddy).
On my mom's side we're English (Livingston), Irish (?), and Native American (Spires: Cherokee & Sioux).
I'm interested in all my heritages, but- maybe because people told me I looked Irish when I was young, or because everyone mistook me for Irish the summer of 1973 when I was working in England (a good thing, that, as it was the summer of Nixon and the Watergate hearings), or because it's on both sides of my family, I've always felt powerfully aligned with my Irish roots. When I was a child and mad at my parents (rarely) I thought I would stow away on a ship to the "green isle" and become a weaver. Later I feel in love with celtic music and celtic rock. The traditional crafts. Making soda bread. The lilt in the voices of my Irish friends. The warmth of a real Irish pub (don't get me started on faux Irish pubs). And more than anything, the glorious photographs of the land. It's still a dream of mine to visit there.
Almost 20 years ago, I met Virginia and Michael, who own Irish Imports Ltd. in Cambridge, Massachusetts. www.irishimportsltd.com. She had come into the crafts cooperative where I was showing my wool quilts and we started talking wool. She invited me back to the shop down the street to see some of what she was describing, and that conversation has grown into periodic visits at the store for tea or kaffeeklatch. Virginia is her own buyer, traveling to ireland each year to select wares and visit with the artists she buys from. Her taste is exquisite, and every time I go in I find another dozen pieces I want to take home. This ruana is one I found yesterday. As soon as I'm employed again.........
52.9... Mongrel-oid
When I was a kid I liked it that we had a mutt- Bootsie the half-beagle / half collie- because we were such mutts ourselves.
The name Larsen is Danish, from my paternal grandfather.
My dad's mom was German (Kaufmann) and Irish (McGillicuddy).
On my mom's side we're English (Livingston), Irish (?), and Native American (Spires: Cherokee & Sioux).
I'm interested in all my heritages, but- maybe because people told me I looked Irish when I was young, or because everyone mistook me for Irish the summer of 1973 when I was working in England (a good thing, that, as it was the summer of Nixon and the Watergate hearings), or because it's on both sides of my family, I've always felt powerfully aligned with my Irish roots. When I was a child and mad at my parents (rarely) I thought I would stow away on a ship to the "green isle" and become a weaver. Later I feel in love with celtic music and celtic rock. The traditional crafts. Making soda bread. The lilt in the voices of my Irish friends. The warmth of a real Irish pub (don't get me started on faux Irish pubs). And more than anything, the glorious photographs of the land. It's still a dream of mine to visit there.
Almost 20 years ago, I met Virginia and Michael, who own Irish Imports Ltd. in Cambridge, Massachusetts. www.irishimportsltd.com. She had come into the crafts cooperative where I was showing my wool quilts and we started talking wool. She invited me back to the shop down the street to see some of what she was describing, and that conversation has grown into periodic visits at the store for tea or kaffeeklatch. Virginia is her own buyer, traveling to ireland each year to select wares and visit with the artists she buys from. Her taste is exquisite, and every time I go in I find another dozen pieces I want to take home. This ruana is one I found yesterday. As soon as I'm employed again.........