I know so much about the Italian side of my family. How my mother’s great-grandfather carved and painted elaborate parade carts in Sicily. How my father’s father owned racehorses. I didn’t know I had any Irish in me until I was a teenager. But I do.

My great-grandmother, Ann Booth, lived in County Cork, Ireland. Which Google Images tells me looks like this:

If it really looks like that, and if it’s true what they say about there not being any snakes… I’m not really sure why anyone would ever leave.

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