A rose, by any other name

While sitting at the family dinner table up in Goulais River, Ontario, I was shown a book full of my dad’s immediate family history that had been assembled through the years. In it, you find all sorts of fun and random stories bout the O’Connors living their lives and having a million kids. One stand out was that of great grandma Rose though.

She had 15 kids in her lifetime. Two of which died young. She had hair down to her feet and she would comb it till it was fine and straight and let it hang over her face, that she would hide behind and peek out to scare her grandbabies - including my dad. She stuck up for what was right and knew everyone. She spoke Gaelic with my aunt Maureen and I’m fairly positive she was a little witchy.

Check out that face. She’s got some stories to share, eh?