Today is the birthday of my sister Geradine which is easy to remember, not because of any special closeness between us, but because of Saint Brigid whose feast day it is. In many parts of old Ireland the older people still carry on the tradition of
making crosses from the green rushes that grow profusely in poor marshy ground all over the hills and fields of Donegal. They are called, naturally enough, St. Bridgid crosses and are kept for a year beside some holy picture and then new ones are made the following.
She is one of the oldest Irish saints along with St. Patrick and Kevin and Colmcille.....Aidan came later!
As for Geradine, she is living at the other end of the country from Donegal way down in Kerry with her horses and Emily and a new grandchild. So happy birthday sister and long may you be fit and well enough to canter across the Kerry landscape with something substantial between your legs.
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