Iain had been born on January 27, 1972. He was named after my father with Maurice becoming his middle name. While my Nana had been living with us in Yorkshire for the month or so up to his birth, neither of my parents had met Iain. They decided to take a tour of Ireland during the week of St. Patrick’s Day that year. So at 6 weeks, Iain traveled to Dublin on his British birth certificate, accompanied by me, Trey and Nana. I carried him in my little red carrier from Mothercare and Trey wore one of the Aran style caps my mother had knit him. It was a good visit but Iain had his sweet cheeks chapped by sleeping on the renowned pure Irish linen sheets. Because this was shortly after ‘Sunday Bloody Sunday’, a ‘highlight’ of this visit was seeing the burnt British Embassy. Sadly, the troubles went on for many more years, until the IRA ceasefire in 1994 and finally the Peace Accord of 1998.
I enjoyed reading your story about lain's trip to Ireland and you did some great memory keeping even mentioning the baby carrier. You have some great photos and you really did such a nice job of describing them. I love all that word art at the bottom. Thanks for taking the heritage challenge!!
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