It is my dear mother’s birthday, and it turned into quite the Irish celebration (and no, not just because of the booze). We watched a tour video with my father-in-law, and then viewed some slides from when she was there in June of 1981.
(They didn’t go to Belfast.)
Apparently, they didn’t go a whole lot of places that didn’t have a store. For instance, they didn’t make it to St. John’s Castle (site of the Treaty of Limerick, signed October 2, 1691 promising no revenge and religious freedom for the Irish Catholics.) because they got waylaid at Dunratty’s Cottage, buying stuff.
Also, there was a runner for the IRA. One that my crazy mother wholeheartedly supported. I’m sure.