This time of year I like to celebrate my Irish heritage. My Great Grandfather, Alexander Anderson took a chance in the late 1870's and journeyed to America. He had heard of a place with rich soil that was very green and hilly, like Ireland. It was a place called Iowa. At first, he worked for another farmer, until he had enough money to send for his young bride, Mary Agnes Kerr. Together, they made a pretty good living in America. They eventually owned 3 farms and raised seven children. They also sent money to dear friends, allowing more to settle in our great country. They found opportunity, worked hard and prospered. Their many descendents continue to live and prosper. 

Often, I have thought what a gift it would be if we could meet our ancestors! I am lucky enough to have been given a couple of Alex's dearest possessions. An old tea kettle (for his daily tea) and an old piece of bog that he brought across the ocean with him so that he had a piece of Ireland with him ALWAYS. Alex and Mary rest in peace on a wind blown, Iowa hilltop in an old cemetary near Ida Grove, Iowa. Their work is done, but ours is not. 

My ancestors are another place I look to for inspiration. Their stories, their struggles and how they used their time on Earth. To Alex and Mary, a thousand thank you's. May we meet one day, on God's golden shore.  -Darby