Wherein I Discover I'm Irish

​This is the first year that I realized I was Irish. Now you might find that odd, but when I was adopted the agency told my parents I was English and French. Nowadays, with DNA testing readily available, I discovered I’m actually over 52% British and Irish and only 17% French.

I suspect my birth mother (or the agency) just avoided mentioning my ancestry since in the 1950’s there was a greater stigma attached to that. I’m definitely at home in Celtic countries, one or another.

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So Happy St. Patrick’s Day (even though he wasn’t born in Ireland). Me? I’m skipping the green beer and headed for the single malt. (#St.Pat’s)

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