Letters to My Children

This is a 1953 photo of my Irish grandmother. She left Ireland at 14. She didn't speak English. The Atlantic crossing scared her, and she only got close to the ocean once. When she got off the boat, her shoe was broken. She was barefoot. She was a strong woman, just like your mother. That's me as a baby, one year old, one of six siblings. Funny, I remember you so well as a child. I don't remember myself.