SPEAKING OF BEING IRISH:
This one is for you Noa.
Okay, so I dont know if you all know how my family name became Callahan.
My family immigrated from Irland during the potato fammine. Before they came to Newfoundland, my ancestors were known as the O'Callahan's. But when they got to NF, they decided that they wanted to start a new life for themselves and leave all the misery they experienced in the past behind them. One way to do this, was to distance themselves from their Irish herritage. So when they arrived on the rock, they dropped the O and became just Callahan. Hoping that when people got to know their name, they would not associate it with being Irish.
Nowadays, I still tell people that I am Newfie first. Because my heart belongs to that rock and thats where many of my immediate family spent a lot of their life. Then if people ask where my family came before that, then I tell them I am Irish.
Now that I think about it, that probably why I dont have any Irish luck, because I never think of myself as Irish.

3 Comments:
that story is WAY better live.. i encourage and even demand that you all ask acie to tell it live!
3:35 p.m.
Sorry for calling you that (work is having a negative influence on my language). But you are definately right that story is better in person, but i think I tried my best to tell it on the blog.
But for anyone who is interested, I will tell it in person.
And I just want to point out, although its not as great written, the hermit has told me it is one of her favorite stories.
7:39 p.m.
amen sister friend!
11:18 p.m.
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