Irish country side

Irish country side

Friday, July 2, 2010

Top Ten Things I Learned on This Trip

I guess since I can't remember anything else about my trip, this will be my last post. I have enjoyed writing it thinking that someone might really read it. I typically journal my trips which I can't talk anyone into reading. So thanks for indulging me. To conclude, I will share with you the top ten things I have learned from this trip.

1. You can eat sausages for 17 days straight and your cholesterol is OK. I had blood work done at the doctor Wednesday and this is a true miracle.
2. You can escape the mosquitos in Memphis but the midges in Ireland are stealth.
3. Don't assume that when you are going to see a castle it is out of a story book. Most of the ones you see are a pile of rocks.
4. Captain D's needs to learn to cook real fish and chips.
5. How much hot tea does a person really need in a day?
6. When you think a road is one lane because it is so narrow, a tanker truck will come towards you. To prevent scratches on your rental car, put a steel plate down the left side.
7. I still don't know how to convert kilometers or Celsius.
8. People in Ireland drive on the wrong side of the road.
9. There is a smell in Ireland and it is sheep poop. Don't eat while you are passing a fertilized field. If you do, you will regret it.
10. The showers are small. If you are big and drop your soap, just rinse off. There is no way you will retrieve it without busting out the glass with your butt.

The "Troubles" in Northern Ireland

I am going to give you a quick synopsis of my understanding of the "Troubles" in Northern Ireland because so many people ask me about it. Four hundred years ago, Protestants from the Scotland and England were strategically "planted" in Catholic Ireland to help assimilate the island of Ireland into the British economy. These Protestants established their own culture while the Catholic Irish held to their Gaelic identity. In 1921 Ireland won its independence from British rule (think of the movie "Michael Collins"), 26 of the island's 32 counties became the Irish Free State and in 1949 became the Republic of Ireland ending all political ties with England. The six remaining northeastern counties, which had a Protestant majority, remained part of the United Kingdom.

In Northern Ireland the Orange Order defended the union with Britain (Unionist). The Catholic side was defended by the Irish Republican Army (IRA) which wanted all 32 counties to be united into one Irish nation (Nationalist). After WWII, 94% of the Republic of Ireland was Catholic and only 6% Protestant. In the north, Catholics were a minority (35%) and discrimination was considered necessary to maintain the protestant status quo in the north, leading to the Troubles that filled headlines from the late 1960s to the mid 1990s.

The main thing to remember is that this is not a religious fight between Catholics and Protestants but whether Northern Ireland will stay part of the UK or become part of the Republic of Ireland. Partly inspired by the civil rights movements in the US in the 1960s, the Catholic minority in Northern Ireland began a struggle to end discrimination in jobs and housing. As the two groups clashed in 1969, British troops took on a peacekeeping role which evolved into acting as muscle for the Unionist government. In the 1970s a more violent IRA emerged with more than 500 deaths in 1972 from petrol bombs to guns. More than 3,000 people were killed during the Troubles. A cease-fire was agreed upon in 1994. Currently tensions are the highest during the "marching season" which heightens in July. The Orange Men (Protestants) march to celebrate their British identity. In the past, this is when riots tended to break out. I talked to some people from the states who were on a mission in Belfast for Habitat for Humanity. They said that while they were there, a march with 1500 people took place and there were 1,000 policemen.

I have been to Northern Ireland 5 times since 2001 to visit my friends in Eglinton which is near Derry. As I have mentioned before, we became friends when their son stayed with us for a month as part of the Ulster Project. This project brings 15 year olds, half Protestant and half Catholics, to the US during July as a cross-community experience. The program has existed for over 25 years. The Protestants call the city Londonderry and carry British passports. The Catholic kids call the same city Derry and carry Irish passports. So the identity crisis still exists.

On my first two trips to Derry, there were checkpoints, guard stations, and tanks patrolling the city. The manned British Army surveillance towers were taken down in 2006 and the British troops departed in mid-2007 after serving in Northern Ireland for 38 years. The vacated army bases are now being converted to homes for first time home owners. The city alternates between a Catholic and Protestant mayor.

You still know when you are in a Catholic or Protestant neighborhood because of the Irish or British flag flying. If you will notice in the picture with Londonderry painted on the side of the building, the sidewalk is painted red, white and blue designating it as a Protestant neighborhood. While I was there this year, they were putting up red, white and blue banners in preparation for marching season. The other picture, "You Are Now Entering Free Derry" is in the Catholic part of town.

The younger people do not seem to be as judgmental or affected as their parents or grandparents, particularly because they have not witnessed as much of the discrimination and violence. The young people I know are comfortable dating and marrying into the opposite faith. I went to a dance outside of Derry this year, and my friend told me that there were both Catholics and Protestants there which you would not have been together in previous years. I had lunch with one of the Ulster Project leaders who stated that the project has definitely made a difference; however, tensions remain.

One of the young people told me that for the first 6 months of 2010, there have been 27 bomb threats and 57 other attacks or shooting. This is around the same amount for the entire year of 2009. He explained that many of the IRA attacks were most likely drug related. The week I was there, a man's house was bombed. It was thought to be drug related. I wanted to go to the city of Armagh; however, there was a bomb in a beer keg and roads were blocked.

Sorry if this history lesson was too lengthy but I am asked about the situation there a lot. Despite problems (hey, we live in Memphis which is a much more dangerous town), the people are wonderful and hospitable. They were very receptive to this big American woman invading their territory! I apologize to my Northern Irish friends if any of my facts are incorrect.



Derry/Londonderry


Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Weekend

I did not have time to keep up with my blog. Roberta kept me very busy for the last few days. I will try to catch you up and then in my next post try to bring you up to date on the "Troubles" in Northern Ireland.

Friday Malcolm and Irene Hewitt, who are very active in the Ulster Project, took me to a very nice restaurant for lunch. I was involved with the Ulster Project since it's inception in Memphis in 2001. I also served on the board for several years. So, through the years, I have developed a relationship with some of the leaders in Derry. At this time we do not have an Ulster Project in Memphis due to lack of funding and difficulty getting host families. Malcolm and I discussed the possibility of renewing the project in Memphis. Roberta and I spent Friday afternoon visiting her relatives.

Roberta called me several months before the trip and was very excited that a group, called the Indians, would be playing at a club the Saturday night I would be there. Her mother, aunts, and cousin all came up for the event. The Indians dress up in full costume with one of them wearing the long headdress. They played polka, country/western, and Irish songs. Needless to say, it was a little bizarre. I thought there is no way I can dance to that, but I tried. It was a long night - I finally got to bed around 3:30. The house was full of a lot (7 people spent the night) "happy" people.

Sunday, Roberta and I got up early and went to a car boot sale. Instead of garage sales, they drive their cars into a big lot and sell things from their boot (trunk). It was quite interesting. We got take out Sunday lunch with cabbage, ham, turkey, peas, carrots, and two kinds of potatoes. That afternoon, I went to the Ness which is a very cute tea/garden shop with Melanie, her sister, and her mother.

My flight left from Belfast, so Monday morning we drove there. The weather has been unbelievable. The only time I really got wet was walking into the airport at Belfast. I had already packed my raincoat so I just got wet. I have actually come back from Ireland with a suntan. The highs were consistently in the low 70's.

I am having a little culture shock coming home. Needless to say the laundry has built up and my house seems quiet. I have been accustomed to a lot of people around and laughing a lot. One thing no one has said to me since I got home was, "I love you accent." I have not had to say, "Could you say that again? I didn't understand you.

Last weekend


Friday, June 25, 2010

A Day at the Beach

Thursday

I have developed a taste for breakfast – stuffed sausage. In fact, I am coming back as a stuffed sausage with extremely high cholesterol. What they do, they take a long “white” sausage, split it, and put in a breaded stuffing. It is then wrapped in bacon. Every morning Roberta buys one at the village butcher for around 50 cents. We have that, a scone and a cup of tea.

Christopher, Roberta’s youngest son, lives in Dungiven which is in the countryside. We took him and his girlfriend there as they have been staying in the house with us the past few nights. From there we went to Portrush which is a seaside community compared to Brighton Beach in England. In July and August it is filled with families who enjoy the beach and amusement parks. We walked around a bit and had some tea. From there we went to Portstewart which is another seaside town and walked the promenade. Across the bay you can see County Donegal which is in the Republic (Ireland rather than Northern Ireland).

Again we drove on the beach, this time at Dunhill. Very few people were on the beach as the kids are still in school and it is cool (around 70 degrees). I took off my shoes and got some Irish sand between my toes. It is such a beautiful, peaceful setting. While we were there, a wedding party came with a photographer to take pictures with the temple on the hill in the background (see picture).

One of the fun things about coming here, is that it encourages Owen and Roberta to go places they have not been. We drove up to the top of a hill and looked out at the water on three sides. Afterwards, on the drive home we stopped at O’Brien’s American Steakhouse in Limavady and got a hamburger.

For the night, Owen’s brother, sister-in-law, niece, and three year old son came to the house. Everyone talks at the same time and I am typically lost because I can’t understand them. They talk very fast and there are several conversations going on at the same time.

I am missing American television, particularly The Bachelorette. I hope it has been recorded! Everyone is watching the soccer matches here. They have a version of Deal or no Deal.


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A Day at the Beach