I was reading the blog of an Irishwoman this morning. She felt it was rather strange that people who don't live in Ireland seem to make more fuss of St Patrick's day than the currently Irish.
In honour of St Patrick's day, which we don't celebrate, I would like to remember my one known Irish ancestress, Mary Mitchell, who arrived in Australia on the 6th of December 1848 as an assisted immigrant, straight from a Roman Catholic orphanage in Galway. She was 16 years old when she arrived, and married a 24 year old Welsh immigrant miner in a Presbyterian church within 3 months of her arrival, which was no doubt the intent of the British Government. She had 6 children who survived birth in the gold fields. I am the fifth generation since Mary.
My life is not so tough. I am lucky that Mary emigrated.
What were you doing when you were 16?