Our ancestors Elias and Kari Borreson made a ship change in Ireland on their way to America. They had boarded the Scandinavia from Norway and then, stopping in Londonderry, switched to the Britainia for the ocean voyage to New York and America.
I figure here’s my lame claim to being Irish on St. Patrick’s Day: my ancestors breathed Irish air in Derry (as it’s called today) on their way to America!
So when our son Erik and his bride Monica took their wedding trip to Ireland recently, I asked him for just one thing: a photo of the harbor in Derry. I confess I’m a bit envious of his being able to walk where his three-greats-grandparents may have been walked 145 years ago, but happy for him too.
Happily for me, he sent me at photo he took the very day they were there this month, and told me they were spending the night in Derry as well. So I share the photo with you, too, with my wishes that you enjoy the family connection as well.
I said that our ancestors’ stop here in Derry was the most Irish I could claim. On the other hand, several towns in Ireland were founded by the Vikings (among them, Dublin, Cork, Waterford, Wexford, and Limerick) when they decided to stay rather than just raid and run. Our own DNA and that of today’s Irish would reveal ancestors in common.