Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Both sides of my family had come from Ireland in the 19th century for the same reason: There was nothing to eat over there. Since then, I've tried to make up for the potato famine by making the potato the only vegetable that passes these lips.
Perhaps our Irish friends should not so completely turn their backs on their historical dishes, no matter how many jokes they might have to endure.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
I was raised in a very old fashioned Ireland where women were reared to be lovely.
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
I think of the bog as a feminine goddess-ridden ground, rather like the territory of Ireland itself.
Yes... I miss that everyone in Ireland tries to knock some humour out of every situation. I don't think I appreciated that. It's unique to Ireland.
If the British Isles had an official vegetable, it would have to be the potato.
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
I have encountered on this long road an enthusiasm for an Irishness which will be built on recognising again those sources from which spring the best of our reason and curiosity.