As best I can tell from some very rudimentary genealogy research, my great-great-grandfather Michael L. arrived in Kingston, Ontario, Canada sometime between 1843 and 1848. He emigrated from Roscommon County, Ireland.
He was but a wee lad, being only 8-12 years old. But he married a bonnie Irish lass and spent the rest of his days in the Kingston area (though I have not been able to find his death certificate). He was illiterate, but did many things include man a ship on Lake Ontario and was a carter according to the census reports. He and his bonnie lass had a scad of kids and I am descended from one of them on my father's side.
I could be dead wrong on the Roscommon County part, but I'm dead solid certain I have Irish stock in me blood. (Never been to Ireland, but Mrs E and I hope to fix that in 2013 or 2014.)
No, I am not wearing green, but any one of you conservative wimmenz may plant a rosy kiss on me cheek anytime, not just St. Patrick's Day.
