There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who are Irish, and those that wish they were. My ancestors immigrated from Ireland in the 1800's. My grandfather's brother did a lot of research on the family name and we believe that we may have roots back to here, the town that bears our name. Someday, I hope to make it back "home". May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.