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Massive Building Project March 17, 2017

Filed under: Books,Engineering Projects,History,Immigrants,Railroads — Janet @ 6:47 pm

IMG_2628 A most interesting read – To the Edge of the World, the story of the Trans-Siberian Express, the World’s Greatest Railroad by Christian Wolmar

 

Seactain na Gaeilge

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Seactain na Gaeilge – a week (or 2) for celebrating all things Irish.  That’s this week in particular with celebrations surrounding Lá feile Padraig=St. Patrick’s Day.  My fluent Irish speaking friend came to the Market on Saturday and we of course exchanged greetings in Irish.  Then she proceeded to ask for a particular vegetable but she had to lapse into Bearla (English) to ask for purple sprouting broccoli.  As it turned out we didn’t have any although it’s not too early in the year to find it.    Looking in the online Irish dictionary, I find that broccoli=brocolí, purple=corcra, and sprouting – that’s more difficult – I must ask my Irish teacher.  Sprout as a verb=péac, another construction given is gob aníos, Brussels sprout=bachlóg Bhruiséile, bean sprouts=pónairi soighe.  As for celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, I think we’re going to the Dog Show!

Speaking of things in the garden, the…

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Shona La Fheile Padraig

Filed under: Family photographs,Friendship,Holidays — Janet @ 5:40 pm

IMG_2632 Happy St Patrick’s Day to all.

 

Trumbull – A Ticket To Heaven and Sikorsky – June, 1943

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"Greatest Generation" Life Lessons

At this point, as Grandpa says in the salutation, his boys are scattered. Ced is still in Alaska, Lad is in California, Dan is in Pennsylvania and Dick in in Indiana. Dave is the only one left at home since Biss is married and has two sons of her own.

Trumbull     June 13, 1943

To my Trumbull Boys

in far places:

This is one of those quiet, sunshiny, June Sundays when it is hard to realize that the peace which comes stealing in with the rustling leaves, the murmur of the brook and the play of the sunshine through the dancing leaves of our old Maple tree is not typical of the whole world. Iris and rhododendrons are now in full bloom. From where I sit now on the cement terrace, so much is reminiscent of you boys. For one thing, there is the iron pipe set…

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