Killarney Straight Talk

I can trace my family lineage back to Killarney in Ireland. It’s not entirely clear about the specifics of my ancestor’s departure aside from the obvious search for a better life and something to eat on a regular basis.

That 19th-century sacrifice is still paying dividends to me and all the members of my family today.

I finally had a chance to see Ireland for myself not too long ago.

Walking the streets of Killarney gave me time to wonder if one of my ancestors ever trod the stones that I was walking on during my visit in this century.

It would be fascinating to go back in time to chat with my long departed ancestors.

I think we’d both approve of the straight talk that permeates Killarney, where things are called what they actually are including a container for the storage of a particular substance.

I’m sure we’d have a wink and a nod about something that’s still worthy of a chuckle. That’s if we exhausted our talk about the pity of the weather.

If I had a Euro for every time I heard “you should have been here last week when it wasn’t raining” I would have had enough for a pretty nice dinner on Plunkett Street.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer specializing in creating environmental on-location portraits and corporate photo libraries for blue chip companies. 

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