If this had happened tomorrow (St. Patrick’s Day), I probably would have fallen flat on my face…
One of our Hawaiian Studies majors came into our office with a young part-Hawaiian woman, perhaps 20 years old. He introduced us, and she explained that she had lived in Cork off and on from when she was eight until she was about 16. Apparently her father is from Cork and she has many relatives still there. We talked about our experiences there, and her eyes grew large when I explained that I was considering pursuing a Ph.d. at either UC-Cork or QUB. Apparently some of her Irish-speaking relatives visit frequently, so we talked about wrangling one of them to teach. She hasn’t lost her love of the language, though apparently has lost much of it to disuse. We’ll have to fix that.
