Yes, I'm wearing the Green today, in honor of my ancestors with long-ago roots in Ireland. They left the known for the unknown in 1730, when this country was still great stretches of unbroken green, wild and untrod, and those steps were taken on Faith and pure Grit. I'd rather claim those hard-working, hardscrabble farmers, leaving those smoky, humble crofts and taking only their hope and their callused hands to a new land, than anyone's born-to-the-manor family line.
And I just discovered the most remarkable thing today, from just a tiny mention in Donna’s blog "GATHER. I hadn’t known that the people of the Choctaw Nation, having just undergone the tragic cruelty of The Trail of Tears in their “banishment” to Oklahoma in 1831, reached out from their kind, empathetic hearts to the people of Ireland. Less than two decades after their deprivation and loss beyond imagining, those impoverished people, so devastatingly needy themselves, gathered up and sent $170.00 in 1847, to help the starving people in Ireland.
MY Choctaw ancestors gave a Love Gift to strangers, and though my own Irish relatives had already left Ireland for America, that money helped to nourish and sustain Blood of My Blood. What a stunning, exhilaratingly heart-searing thought!
In Keats' A Thing Of Beauty, the first line is widely quoted, often used, and most likely the only part remembered by most folks. But the last---Ahhh, the Last. It stands beautiful head and shoulders above any lines which come before:
I send my herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, through flowers and weed.
I’m joining the group at Kathleen’s Cuisine today, for all the GREENS.