We'll be
cruising down
the Shannon River
and then
renting a car
and
desperately
seeking
relatives.
Well,
perhaps not
desperately,
but seeking
none the less.
Our great-great
grandmother was
"seeing"
a guy that her
daddy didn't
approve of
so he locked
her away in
a convent.
She, being spunky,
climbed over the
wall one night
after midnight
and ran off with
the bad boy and
came to America.
She had our great
grandfather before
the journey was
over,
so perhaps
she was doing
a LIT-tle more
than Seeing him.
So.
Let it be said
that it is
not my fault.
Whatever I do.
It's not my fault!
It's in my DNA.
I made this
Travel Journal
for my sister,
who is going too.
It's not her
fault either.
