Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My Ireland


by Becky Sees

The phrase seems simple enough. It’s tossed around nonchalantly, this notion of an Ireland that belongs to me and me alone. I’ve been asked to keep a piece of it with me, not only by the people I’m leaving, but by those to whom I’m returning. But what are they really asking for? What does it really mean, MY Ireland?
This entire semester has been a journey and an adventure. I’ve scrambled over the blue-gray rocks of the Burren to the stone ring fort at the top. I’ve been tossed around in a small boat on the Atlantic as we tacked and rolled towards the Cliffs of Moher. I’ve explored the rich culture of Dublin, the gorgeous scenery on the Ring of Kerry, the religious ruins of west Cork, and the majestic terrain of Connemara. I’ve gazed at the stars on the beaches of Ballintoy, scaled cliff faces on Giant’s Causeway, walked along the Bogside in Derry, and reflected on the murals in Belfast. I’ve trekked through Yeats country on horseback, visited the ancient sacred sites at Newgrange and the Hill of Tara, and strolled down piers to the Irish Sea in Howth and Dun Laoghaire.

All these things I’ve done have been marvelous experiences in themselves. But when I think about coming back to Ireland (as, let’s face it, I’m bound to do), these aren’t the things I look forward to revisiting. Something in them will be different. Something in them will be missing.

The Burren will be missing the trailing line of students, with Kevin urging us to be more like the famed Macedonian phalanx. The Cliffs of Moher will lack the echo of our nervous laughter along the cliff’s edge, trying to get a group picture. Kerry and Connemara won’t provide me with partners with whom I can take a series of ridiculous pictures; Howth and Dun Laoghaire will be wanting for my fellow explorers who have no idea what there is to do or see. The beaches of Ballintoy will be empty without my collection of talented singers, and no pub in all of Dublin would be complete without a friend to share a story and a pint.
So what is my Ireland, then? My Ireland isn’t the landscape or the history or the culture. My Ireland is the very special group of people with whom I shared all of that. My Ireland is the family of students and staff that I’ve acquired, this group that has laughed and cried with me, that has stuck together through the brightest days and the darkest nights. This family is my most precious souvenir from my time here. This is MY Ireland. And this is something that I will keep with me always.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Closing remarks Fall 2010


by Professor Kevin Whelan


Thank you for your superb commitment: We asked you when you came to share your gifts as we walked this journey together. ‘Is ar scáth a cheile a mhaireann na daoine’. Together we were able to make a life-giving community: you came here as strangers to each other, but you return as friends. 

Book of Sirach: ‘A faithful friend is a sturdy shelter; he who finds one finds a treasure’.

At our initial orientation, I may have puzzled some of you when I said that the person that you would meet here in Dublin was yourself. I believe that all of you streteched yourselves here in Dublin and that as a result that you grew and matured in ways that will only become fully apparent to you when you are back on campus.

Here at O'Connell House, we strive to lay out a green carpet for you. We hope that anytime you came in our blue door, you were greeted by a welcoming word, a smile, an invitation to a cup of tea and a chat ... Joe, Eimear, Aoife, Denise, Bébhinn: I as Director and you as participants are lucky to have such a great staff who are so genuinely committed to your welfare here, just as we as a staff are lucky to be able to serve such a wonderful group of students.


Six comments


1 To make yourself interesting, you have to do interesting things and meet interesting people [Don Keough]

2 Do what you love doing. Work with the very best people you can find: be inspired: Don’t ever sell yourself short: Never stop trying to be the person that you want to be: Nelson Mandela quoting Marianne Williamson.


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." 


3 Give until it hurts. Share your gifts. And always know that whatever you give, you will receive back so much more. And remember that no act of kindness, no matter how small or apparently unrecognised, is ever wasted.


4 Embrace an ‘Attitude of Gratitude’: the less entitled that you feel, the happier you will be. 


Remember that your parents, your family, your teachers, your friends, your community, your university, your country, your ancestors - made you who you are: your character and accomplishments are not uniquely your own, but the cumulation of many people’s efforts, time and commitment. Remember that you really know yourself best through the reactions of people around you:


Gils Scott-Heron: ‘The way you get to know yourself is by the expressions on other people’s faces, because that’s the only thing that you can see, unless you carry a mirror about. But if you keep saying ‘I’ and they’re saying ‘I’, you don’t get much out of it. They’re not really into ‘you’, or ‘we’, or ‘they’; they’re into ‘I’. That makes conversation slow. I am the person I see least of over the course of my life, and what I see is not accurate’. 


5 We are called, each of us, with our unique range of gifts and our unique limits, to share a common journey, and yet one that is distinct for each one of us else. Realising that frees us to rejoice in the gifts, graces and accomplishments of others. We are augmented by others’ talents rather than being diminished or threatened by them, each of us contributing to the common good at our points of strength, each of us drawing from that common good when we needed help, support, fellowship, guidance. Even as we experience our gifts as gracious, we should think of our limits as gracious, because they free us to recognize the gifts of others. And embracing that perspective can free us from anxiety - the curse of the 21st century. Seek only to do your best, but not to be perfect: seeking perfection promotes unhappiness: 


Leonard Cohen: Anthem [1992]: 



Ring the bells that still can ring,
forget your perfect offering,
there is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.



The relationship between grace and gravity:


We as human beings are anchored between the physical and material world and the metaphysical or spiritual world. 

Gravity is necessity: grace is what is freely given to us. Gravity is our body, grace is our soul. Gravity is confinement, grace is freedom: Gravity is who we are, grace is what we aspire to be. Gravity is time, grace is the eternal. Gravity is history, grace is hope. Gravity is nature, grace is the divine. We are creatures of both gravity and of grace. And our life is the path we choose between gravity and grace. And the Cross is the intersection between the axes of gravity and grace. The dead Christ incarnated on the cross opens himself to share in our human gravity: the risen Christ opens us to share in his grace.


6 Embrace a commitment to life-long learning not just your university segment; great conversations, great journeys, great paintings, great books, great films, great architecture, great food nourish our lives. And there is an intellectual challenge too: to bring what you learned here in Europe back to the ND campus and to America. I trust too that you learned a good deal about America during your time here. What does she of America know who only America knows? And you more than any generation that has ever lived on our lovely plant live in a globalised world. 

Let me finish by sharing three final observations:


First, we are exceptionally proud of you,and we will follow your futures with a paternal solicitude.

Second, we will always carry warm memories of your time here with us. Thanks for the memories that you gifted to us: I will never forget as long as I live a magic moment that we shared on the beach in Ballintoy, nor your achingly beautiful rendition of ‘The Deer’s Cry’. 

Finally, this week is a sad one for us in O’Connell House. The worst part of our job is that you become so much part of our lives and then ond day you fly back home again, as you have to do, but you leave us lonely for you. We hope that a little corner of your heart will glow indelibly green. And we want to see you back here for the game in 2012.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Notre Dame is ranked No 1. Catholic university in the world


New ranking also rates business school very highly.
  By JAMES O'SHEA


While it may no longer have the No. 1 football team, Notre Dame has been ranked NO. 1. Catholic University in the world according to a new ranking. In addition the South Bend campus has many other achievements to report at this year's end. They include:


1: ND is the #1 ranked Catholic university in the world. (Times Higher Education’s 2010-2011 World University Rankings)
2: The Mendoza College of Business at ND is ranked as #1 undergraduate business program in the United States by Business Week/Bloomberg.
3: ND is the No. 1 undergraduate college for producing CEOs of the 100 largest U.S. financial firms, according to Bloomberg News.
4 Faculty in the College of Arts and Letters have earned 42 fellowships from the National Endowment for the Humanities during the past 11 years, more than for any other university in the nation.
5 ND’s network of 270 alumni clubs – including 52 international clubs – is the most extensive in higher education.
6: The Financial Times ranked ND as #1 in Corporate Social Responsibility among the top 100 global MBA Programs.
7: Of universities ranked in U. S. News and World Report’s top 20, ND has the second highest percentage of undergraduates who study abroad (58%).

8: In 2008, the Princeton Review ranked ND’s Career Center as the second best in the United States.
9: ND ranks 3rd nationally for its graduation rate (95%).
10: In alumni satisfaction surveys, ND ranks among the top three nationally, a testament to the strong education received at the University.
11: According to the National Science Foundation, ND is one of the top three U.S. universities in low-energy nuclear physics research.
 12: ND is ranked #4 by U.S News & World Report for Undergraduate Teaching at National Universities
13: The ND full-time MBA program was ranked #5 in a worldwide ranking in 2009 for leading the way in integrating issues of social and environmental stewardship.
14: The ND Executive MBA program at the Mendoza College of Business earned the No. 6 ranking in The Wall Street Journal’s “Best Executive MBA Programs 2010,” world-wide.
15: In a recent survey of parents conducted by the Princeton Review, ND ranked seventh in a list of “dream schools.”
 16: According to payscale.com, ND graduates without advanced degrees have a mid-  career median salary of $121,000, which ranks as the eighth highest of American colleges and universities.

17 ND annually ranks in the top 20 of U.S. News and World Report’s national universities rankings (ranked #19 in 2010).
18: Both the MBA program and the Executive MBA program ranked #20 according to BusinessWeek in 2008 and 2009.


Monday, December 6, 2010

Irish gift suggestions...

Here are the  inexpensive Irish gifts as compiled by Irish Central staff for
this year

1. A Christmas gift basket full of Irish goodies from Siopa.com. They will
deliver from Ireland and they are the  best in the business.

2. Susan Boyle's CD. The daughter of Irish immigrants to Glasgow has become
the hottest singer in the world with her new album at No.1. on both sides of
the Atlantic. 'Come all ye Faithful'. 'The First Noel' and other Christmas
favorites make this a must.  That older aunt or uncle will love these
sentimental tunes.

3. A ticket to Ireland at Aerlingus.com. Fares in January and February are
dirt cheap so take advantage. A wonderful opportunity for someone who has
never been to the "old sod" but longs to go.

4. "The Dead" on DVD. James Joyce's incredible short story about Christmas
in Dublin and a husband struggling with his mortality has finally made it to
DVD in the John Huston directed version. Read the short story too. Wonderful
and evocative of a time gone by.

5. An Irish breakfast gift basket. Nothing better than a hearty Irish
breakfast to start the day with real Irish bacon and sausage. You can order
online at tommymoloneys.com

6 Lily O'Brien's Irish chocolates are to die for and beautifully gift
wrapped. If you have never tasted the real thing form Ireland now is your
chance at www.lilyobriens.ie/

7 A Claddagh ring for your beloved. A very special gift that says I love you
and not just for lovers but increasingly for family members too. At any
reputable jewellers.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Christopher Rehagen - Dublin alum

Hello everyone, my name is Christopher Rehagen, and I am a 2009 graduate of the University of Notre Dame and a Spring 2008 participant in the Dublin Program.  Currently, I am a second year seminarian studying for the priesthood for the Congregation of Holy Cross (the religious order that founded and continues to run Notre Dame).  As a second year seminarian, I am spending my year in Cascade, Colorado at the Holy Cross Novitiate.  I live in the shadow of Pikes Peak in one of the most beautiful areas of the country.

The novitiate year is essentially an internship into religious life where one steps away from some of the distractions of daily life to focus on discerning God’s call.  It is a year of study, prayer, reflection and work.  Here at the Novitiate, my classmates and I take a break from regular access to internet, cell phones, and TV to focus more deeply on our relationship with God.  Fortunately, we do have some access to these things (usually on the weekends and Wednesday nights) or this blog entry wouldn’t be getting done!

As part of the Novitiate experience, my classmates and I don’t take formal classes but meet daily for conferences on topics such as the vows of poverty, chastity and obedience; the history and ministries of Holy Cross, human sexuality and so much more.  We also spend a good portion of our day in prayer and silence in addition to spending a period of three hours each day maintaining the Novitiate property. 

As part of the Novitiate experience, my classmates and I spend one day each week working as chaplains in a local Catholic Hospital.  Ministering to dying patients and their families is one of the most rewarding and hardest things I have ever had to do!  My classmates and I also minister in local parishes on Sunday.  For instance, I help with the RCIA program at one local parish.  I work with the candidates and catechumens in what is known as “Breaking Open the Word.”  Essentially, we meet as a group to discuss the readings of the day in order to dwell more deeply on the Word of God that we just heard at Mass.

Next July, if my classmates and I discern that God is calling us to the religious life, we will profess the temporary vows of poverty, chastity and obedience for a period of one year.  We will then return to the University of Notre Dame to study theology in preparation for the priesthood.  At the conclusion of each school year, we would then choose either to renew our vows of poverty, chastity and obedience for another year or leave the seminary.  After a period of three to six years in temporary vows, we can petition to make the vows permanent through the profession of final vows.  At around the same time, we would likely be ordained to the diaconate.  The following year we would then be ordained to the priesthood.  It’s quite a process, but one that I’m quite comfortable with as I need the time and experience to grow in my relationship with God and make sure that God is indeed calling me to religious life.

Since this blog is about the Dublin Program, I thought it would be nice if I said a few words about my experience with the program and how it impacted my decision to enter the seminary following graduation.  Somewhat surprisingly, considering how much seemed to be going on while I was in Dublin, my time in Dublin was one of great spiritual growth for me.  I really enjoyed the Tuesday night Mass followed by the trips to Eddie Rocket’s.  I also enjoyed attending daily Mass at the parish in Blackrock (I lived at the dorms in Blackrock during my time abroad).  I attended the 10:00 AM daily Mass, which usually had around fifty people in the congregation.  I would venture to guess that 49 were over the age of sixty.  Despite this, I grew to love the Mass there.  I loved how the Irish people always made me feel welcome.  I didn’t know them well, but they still greeted me with a smile when I arrived.  I also was impressed by how the Irish people prayed for the dead in every single Mass I attended.  Their belief in the Resurrection was something I envied and learned from.

Most importantly, my time in Dublin helped me realize how important my faith was to me.  For the first time in my life, it wasn’t all that easy to attend Mass or set aside time to pray.  It wasn’t like at Notre Dame where Mass is being celebrated at seemingly all hours of the day.  And yet, I still had a deep desire to attend Mass and stay in the Church for a few minutes after Mass to sneak in a few prayers or pray the Rosary with the men and women of the parish.  It wasn’t always easy to roll out of bed after a long night the night before, but it was worth it.  In Dublin, I felt God in my life in a special way, and I will always be thankful for it.

As an aside, I want to thank Kevin for asking me to write an entry for the blog.  I can’t tell you how many old memories I recalled as I wrote this entry.  It made me remember just how much I loved my time in Dublin; how much I loved the Irish people and culture, the pubs and the museums, the chance to travel throughout both Ireland and Europe, and most importantly, the people I met, both from Notre Dame and from around the world.  It was a great experience and one I would do again in a heartbeat.  
Peace,


Christopher   

Friday, November 19, 2010

Rugby Match: Ireland Versus New Zealand, Aviva Stadium , Saturday, 5.30pm



Game at 5.30pm: meet at O’Connell House at 4.15 sharp.

Dress code: Dress as warmly as possible: It could be cold! Layer up! Gloves! Coats! More layers! If you have a hat, scarf or cap, wear it..

Background. The current Irish rugby team is considered to be the best we have ever had. It won the Grand Slam - defeating all five countries it normally plays each year- for the first time since 1949. Brian O’Driscoll at 13, the Irish captain, is widely regarded as the greatest ever Irish rugby player. Other stars include the workhorse No 8 Jimmy Heaslip,  the up-and-coming No. 10 Johnny Sexton from Rathmines, the No 12 Goron Darcy,  a Wexfordman and current UCD student, and the free running Full Back - No. 15 Rob Kearney. The No. 10, Jonathan Sexton is a celebrated kicker - the No 10 or Outhalf position is like being ‘a quarterback with a boot’. Another young Irish player Cian [pronounced Keen] Healy is a recent grad. of my sons’ school, Belvedere.
The current New Zealand team are uinversally regarded as the best team in the world. The match tomorrow stars some of the finest players ever to step on a rugby pitch- notably their No. 7 Richie McCaw, their teak tough 13 Mai’a Nonu, and their prodigiously gifted No 10 Dan Carter. There is huge interest in the game, and we are lucky to get tickets for it.
The New Zealand pre-match ritual the Haka is  justifiably considered the most famous – and brilliant - of pre-match rituals. It is an old Maori war dance complete with throat slitting and crotch-holding gestures which leave opponents in very little doubt that there is a tough time coming their way soon.

Rugby for Dummies By BILL RAYBURN [An American!!!][OK -I added some more detail too!!! [KW]
Most American know at least one very specific fact about rugby: We don't want to play it. But for the moment, move past the visceral fear of a cranial collision with another human, and you will gain an understanding of this ancient sport. Peter Winder writes, "Rugby provides a suitable outlet for the controlled release of any frustration or aggression within the structured framework of sport."
And legalized mayhem it is. There are no pads or helmets worn in rugby, and the collisions are often brutal collisions, of a high speed nature. Size is an advantage, but not as much as one might think. A quicker, smaller player can be invaluable. Injuries are accepted  as part of the game. One is expected to play on even if hurt if at all possible. Clearly rugby is a sport for the lion, not the faint-hearted.
The terminology and jargon is revealing: scrum, ruck, maul, hooker. It sounds rough and it is, although there is much more to it, and modern rugby is a highly sophisticated tactical game. Here are the basics:
The game involves 15 players per side. The 15 positions include 8 forwards [numbered 1-8], a scrumhalf [9], an out half [10] halfbacks, 2 centers [12-13], 2 wings- [11 & 14], and 1 fullback [15].
The field, called a "pitch," is much wider and longer than an American football pitch.
The object of the game is to score as many points as possible by carrying, passing or kicking a leather oval ball, about twice the size of a football, toward the scoring zone at the far end of the pitch called the in-goal area, akin to an end zone in football. Grounding the ball (literally touching it to the turf with downward pressure of the hands or hand in the in-goal area) results in a try (score), worth 5 points. Tries are the big momentum switchers in a game.
A conversion attempt follows, a kick off the ground from 25 yards out but exactly parallel with where the try was scored - that puts a lot more pressure on the kicker than in American football, as many tries are scored out wide to the touchline. If the ball is kicked through the uprights, 2 more points are awarded. The ball is then kicked back to the other team from the half way line and play resumes.
Points may also be scored from a drop kick during play - no easy feat with 30 guys swarming around - or a penalty kick, which is awarded after breaches of rules are spied by the single referee. Yes, believe it or not, there is only one referee on the field to monitor the actions of 30 players. If the drop or penalty kick is successful, it is worth 3 points.
Here are some basic rugby rules that might raise more questions than answers:
There are no "downs," as in football, nor is a "first down" required to maintain possession. In fact, possession can be exchanged often and quickly and turn-overs are frequent. There are few long, sustained "drives" toward the in-goal area- although the All-Blacks [guess why they are called that?] are masters at retaining possession, especially through their groundhog Richie McCaw who is unbelievably proficient at turning over opposition ball when it goes to the deck. Progress up and down the field is achieved grudgingly, usually in short chunks.
The ball may not be passed forward from the hands, though it may be kicked forward. Players cannot be tackled unless they possess the ball. Once in possession of the coveted leather oval, one is fair game, dead meat, or an endangered species. Rugby supporters like nothing better than a big hit on an opposing player.
Once the player is tackled to the ground, he is expected to release the ball. A common penalty is for ‘not releasing’ - ‘holding on to the ball after the tackle’ - usually for fear that the opposition will win it.
[The South African Number 7 Richie McCaw, is a famous exponent of winning the ball on the ground from a tackled player]. Players need to reach their teammate very quickly once he is tackled and drive the opposing players back off the ball. This contest, called a ruck, is where the dark arts of the game are most fiercely practiced. Players wear cups to protect their vital assets and eye-gouging and ear biting are not unknown - hence the leather scrumcaps that some wear. The ferocity of the ruck is almost primal, and the primary means of retaining and winning possession. “Turn-over Ball’- where you win possession in a ruck after the opposition carried the ball into in - is highly prized, and often supplies the most dangerous attacking opportunities. The All-Balcks are deadly when they get quick ball. You are not allowed to play the ball with your hands once you are on the ground, but you can if you are still on your feet. Players are not allowed to enter the ruck from the side - only from behind the last foot of the players in it.
A maul is the same as a ruck, except that all the players grappling for the ball are still on the feet. A ‘Rolling Maul’ is one where the team with the ball are advancing rapidly - the current Irish team are expert exponents of this tactic. The opposition is not allowed to deliberately pull down a rolling maul.
Play stops only when there is an infringement, or the ball is kicked out of bounds, or when a try is scored.
When the ball goes out over the sideline, a line-out results, where the opposing players line up perpendicular to the sideline and jump for the ball as it is thrown back in play (similar to a jump ball in basketball). The players are allowed to hoist a teammate high into the air to better reach the ball. The throw in to the lineout is by a player from the team who didn’t kick it out. The throw is meant to be straight but a clever thrower will always advantage his own team. Teams would expect to gain possession on their own throw. Usually a really tall player knocks the ball back with his hand to the small light agile scrumhalf, who then initiates the attacking plays.
Penalties, which range from tackling too high [no clothes lining] to being offsides (a player further downfield than the ball) can result in either a free kick for the other team or a scrum.
What, exactly, is a "scrum"? Each team's 8 forwards [the big burly bruisers on the team] link arms over their shoulders on opposite curves of a circle, like a huge round centipede at cannibalistic war with itself.
After the forwards are locked together, the No 9 - (Scrumhalf) - carefully rolls the ball into the center of the scrum: again it is meant  to be straight but it is 99% crooked so the team with the Put In to the scrum should always win it. Once in the scrum, the ball cannot be touched by hand. Each team has a "hooker" in the front of the scrum, a player positioned forward of his teammates, who tries to hook his foot around the ball and drag it behind him, where his teammates then caterpillar it with their feet until it squirts out the back of the scrum. Then the scrumhalf picks it up and initiates play. The scrumhalf is always the smallest, quickest and usually craftiest player. He is a major playmaker as he has to decide whether to run, kick or pass. At  times too, a team may elect to gain ground by pushing the opposition backwards in the scrum.
The game consists of two 40-minute halves, with a brief half-time break. There are no time-outs, save for an injury. Tactical substitutions are allowed, usually occurring after about 60 minutes when you need fresh impetus.

Monday, November 15, 2010

is maith an scéalaí an aimsir


Time is a great storyteller.

            I wish, then, that time could tell the story of the weekend trip to Northern Ireland for me, because capturing the intensity of all that I saw, heard, and felt over the course of those three days is going to be difficult.

Before my visit to Northern Ireland, my knowledge of its history and its politics was minimal. I knew that it rests within the realm of the United Kingdom because I had to exchange my euro for pounds, and I was vaguely aware of the bombings carried out by the Irish Republican Army (IRA). After listening to Professor Whelan lecture over the bus microphone for the entirety of the two-hour drive to Belfast last Friday morning, I gained a fairly solid understanding of the events leading up to the violence that swept through the region while my parents rocked out to Donny Osmond and the Jackson 5 back in the United States. The Irish Free State (present-day Republic of Ireland) emerged after the Irish War of Independence between Ireland and Britain from 1919 to 1921. The six counties of Northern Ireland, populated by Protestants, remained under the jurisdiction of the United Kingdom as they are today. The partition caused the Irish Catholics living in Northern Ireland to feel dispossessed by both their fellow Irishmen and the British government that treated them as marginal citizens. The tensions swelled over the years until the late 1960s when young Catholics, inspired by the Civil Rights Movement in the United States, began to protest their own lack of political and social rights.

Our first stop in Belfast was the new Ulster Museum, where the curator guided us through a new exhibit of gray, black, and white exhibit of walls, words, and video. The exhibit documented the years of violence the protests that began in 1968, the years known in Ireland as the Troubles. The Troubles lingered into the 1990s. Since the history is so recent and so fresh in the hearts of the citizens of Belfast, the exhibit faced a challenge of documenting the events without bias and with great emotional sensitivity. The bleak welcome to Belfast provided us with a perspective from which we would view the rest of our weekend. The tea and scones that followed the exhibit lifted our spirits and gave us the energy to withstand an intense encounter with a Sinn Féin representative at Stormont.

As we drove through the gates of Stormont, the bus filled with the oohs and aahs of the girls who found similarities between the majestic landscape surrounding Stormont and the scenery in Pride and Prejudice. Stormont (pictured below) is the home of the Northern Ireland Assembly, the Parliamentary body of the region. The building only reopened in 2007 after years of devolvement. Since then the Assembly has provided an outstanding example of inefficiency, passing only 36 laws in three years. The United States passes an average of three hundred bills per year. Much of the inefficiency rests on the system of shared power between the First Minister and the deputy First Minister. The two ministers must agree on a ruling before it can be passed, but the ministers represent opposing parties – parties that represent the factions that fought during the years of the troubles. The First Minister stands for the Democratic Unionist Party, the conservative party that wishes to remain a part of the United Kingdom, while the deputy First Minister represents the radical Irish nationalist party Sinn Féin. If the combination of leaders was not inefficient enough for Stormont, then the voting process certainly seals the deal. The process reminds me of an icebreaker game we played with the fifth-graders at the camp where I worked last summer. When voting on a bill, the representatives in the Assembly cast their votes not by ballot but by yelling “aye” or “no.” The yelling game rarely results in a decision. The next step is to ring a bell that can be heard all around the building. At the sound of the bell, all the representatives have three minutes to get to the assembly room and file into a corner. The side with the most people in it wins the vote.

While we were in Stormont we had the opportunity to participate in a question-and-answer session with the Sinn Féin advisor of the deputy First Minister. The discussion became more than heated when our dear professor began to ask accusatory questions regarding Sinn Féin’s violent past. The Sinn Féin representative became so agitated that we were all squirming uncomfortably in our chairs, ready to run if he stood up and started yelling. We learned later that Professor Whelan intentionally argued with him in order to get him to divulge more about the politics of Northern Ireland. We calmed him down with some less provocative questions about policy and language. At the end of the session, Professor Whelan thanked him graciously and, as a token of our gratitude, presented him with the Kelly green Notre Dame football t-shirt that boasts the slogan “We are the Fighting Irish.”

After our visit to Stormont we drove through Belfast, past the most-bombed building in the world (the Europa Hotel), and onward toward the coast of the Irish Sea at Portrush in County Londonderry. There we stopped for a sunset and a delicious meal. The picture to the right is the sun setting over my friend Dan Strittmatter and the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. We spent the night in the village of Ballintoy, population 160. I do believe we met the majority of that population when we walked into the local pub and found that they were celebrating Paddy’s 75th birthday. We danced and sang along as an older gentleman stood at the front of the pub playing covers of Johnny Cash, Elvis, and John Denver on his guitar. Shortly thereafter we stepped out into the crisp country night air to take a walk down to the harbor with Professor Whelan. The night was the kind of beautiful that makes you miss somebody. The stars were so clear that each time I blinked I could see even more of them. In that moment the concept of time seemed foreign; I have no idea how long we laid on the grass sharing conversation and song. No picture could possibly have done the night justice – if I could have bottled it up and mailed it to you, I would have done so in a heartbeat. Once we returned to the hostel, we were still so happy for the beautiful night that my roommates and I stayed up far too late giggling like fifth graders at a slumber party. Professor Whelan’s catchphrase is true: “the tiredness goes away, but the memories last forever.”

We were lucky to wake to a crisp, sunny Saturday morning on the day of our excursion to the Giant’s Causeway. The trail that led from the parking lot (“car park” in Ireland) to the Causeway also happens to be a coastal marathon route, and the race just happened to be that particular Saturday morning. After successfully dodging and then cheering on some runners we made it to the end of the trail. The scenery was breathtaking – from one side we could see hills and glittering sunshine, and, on another, the coast of Scotland. Professor Whelan seized the opportunity to share his infinite wisdom and gave a talk so inspiring that I was completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the nature and the people that surrounded me. He spoke of hundreds of years of people coming to the shore and wondering about the expanse of the sea and the height of the sky. He reminded us that we were all thinking of the ones we love at home and how important it is to take these experiences and use them to share with those who couldn’t be with us. And ten years from now, he said, when we look at a picture of the Giant’s Causeway, we’re going to think of all of the people who were with us while we were there. 

We slept our way to Derry after the hike. The historic town is called Derry (its original name) by those of Irish Catholic heritage and Londonderry by the British. The picture at the very top of this letter is the view from the walled part of the city looking into Donegal. We had been invited to attend a lecture by Seamus Deane about the influential theater company Field Day. I am under the firm conviction that Mr. Deane never sleeps. Not only has he published numerous books, taught at Notre Dame, founded Notre Dame’s Irish Studies program, and co-founded and co-produced every play presented by Field Day productions, but he also edited the Penguin editions of James Joyce’s novels, which can be a lifetime of work in itself. After the lecture we went to a reception with Mr. Deane and actor Stephen Rea (most recognized for his role as Detective in V for Vendetta). Both of the men interacted with Professor Whelan as if they were the best of friends; I do believe that Professor Whelan knows just about everybody in Ireland. We spoke extensively with Mr. Rea about the differences between acting on stage and acting in film. I was proud to say I’d met him when he appeared in the movie we watched the following week for my film studies course at UCD.

On Sunday morning we met Seamus Deane’s brother Eamonn for a tour of the Bogside in Derry. The name is deceptive; the bog has disappeared since the area of town was named. The Bogside is the Catholic section of Derry and the location of the Bloody Sunday massacre that started the real violence of the Troubles in 1972. A memorial to the innocent civilians who were killed listed thirteen names; two of those young men boasted the last name of McKinney. On a beautiful Sunday morning in 2010 imagining such a tragic incident seemed impossible until I saw those names and realized that I could have lost a brother, a father, a best friend. The political turmoil of the Troubles inspired Derry muralists to paint the edifices of houses with pictures of figures and events to preserve the memory of the civil rights struggle. Above I have pictured one of the most iconic murals in Derry. The gentleman in the brown sweater is Professor Whelan and the other man is Eamonn Deane. Mr. Deane took part in some of the protests and actually appears in one of the murals as part of a crowd. The city now enjoys peace, but the memorials serve as constant reminders of the violence that so recently affected the daily lives of the people living in Derry and in the Bogside.

After Mass in Derry we returned to Belfast for a similar tour of the neighborhoods that played a key role in the warfare of the Troubles. Despite all its grandiose architecture and green hills, Belfast remains scarred by years of violence. The Catholic section of town (Falls Road) and the Protestant section of town (Shankill Road) are separated by a structure of wall and fence tall enough to prevent even a star baseball pitcher from throwing a glass bottle over the top of it. The police force continues to block off certain roads when darkness falls. In the Catholic section we toured with one man who told us about growing up during the Troubles and spoke with another man who continues to fight for a united Ireland. Belfast also boasts murals of figures who took part in the fighting. My favorite mural depicted a group of old women in a kitchen with sandwiches and tea surrounded by soldiers; the painting is a token of remembrance for the women who aided in the struggle. The other side of the wall at Shankill Road was actually very scary. There were no murals of sweet old women; instead, the murals portrayed gangsters, barrels of guns, and bloody scenes of destruction. We were happy to leave that section of town. As we departed Belfast we distributed two more Fighting Irish t-shirts to our friends. As much as I love Notre Dame, I would never, ever wear that shirt in Belfast.

I embarked on the trip to Northern Ireland with little knowledge of its history and returned feeling almost as if I had experienced the Troubles with the men who shared their stories. I thought it would be difficult to verbalize my experience, but I can’t even imagine the courage it took for the men and women who lived through the Troubles to speak about those years. Time has built up their story all around them – in memorials, in murals, in people, in walls, in churches, and in inefficient political systems. Although they are now at peace, I hope that time will bring them just as much peace of heart and mind as it has brought peace to the streets of Northern Ireland.

            Receiving the history of Northern Ireland in firsthand accounts was incredible, but when I look back on the weekend my favorite parts were talking under the stars, giggling until the wee hours of the morning, experiencing the glory of creation, and discovering more about the friends I have made through the Notre Dame program while we shared all of these experiences together. I am surrounded by a truly wonderful group of people. I hope that when ten years pass and I look at pictures of Ireland I will think of these friends not just as pieces of memories but as friends to call any time for a meaningful conversation. I am grateful at least that we have two years left together at Notre Dame…but as for the future, time will tell.

beannacht leat go bhfeicfidh mé aris thú,
Meghan McKinney

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Top Ten Best and Worst Irish ballads


The Best
1. 'She moved through the fair', an exquisite love song, with words by Padraic Colum to an old Irish air.
2 'Galway Girl' by Steve Earle. This is one of the very few recent songs which touched an Irish vein.
3. 'I’ll tell me Ma', a catchy Belfast children’s song, rescued by David Hammond which has re-entered the mainstream.
4. 'The Croppy Boy' - the old version, not the maudlin nineteenth-century one. A piercingly haunting emotionally taut song about 1798.
5. 'Raglan Road', a poignant Dublin poem of love lost and won by Patrick Kavanagh. Luke Kelly’s singing of it is the finest ever recorded version of an Irish song.
6. 'Lisdoonvarna' by Christy Moore. A catchy, witty, verbally dextrous modern ballad securely anchored within the Irish tradition of songs of place.
7. 'Whiskey in the jar'- the rollicking ballad that has been mangled in a million bars, but still a rambunctious rollicking rafter-rousing song. Check out the version by Thin Lizzy.
8. 'Song for Ireland' by Scottish folk singer Phil Colclough. Mary Black’s version: written in 1982, this is a modern classic. A little po-faced, but still a worthy effort.
9. 'Only Her Rivers Run Free', written by Mickie McConnell in 1965, the song catches the alienation of the northern Catholics just on the eve of the troubles. Christy Moore does the iconic version.
10. 'Bonny Lighthorseman'. If you want to see where the tradition derived from, listen to this Napoleonic song in the brilliant version by Dolores Keane.

The Worst

1. 'Fields of Athenry'. Enough already.

2. 'Ireland’s call'. Ditto.

3. 'Danny Boy'.

4. 'Irish Lullaby'. Bing Crosby’s Crime against Humanity.

5. 'The Rose Of Tralee'.

6. 'The Rose of Mooncoin': set in Kilkenny- no more needs to be said.

7. 'Delaney’s Donkey'. Let’s hope it’s extinct.

8. 'Paddy McGinty’s goat'. Ditto.

9. 'The wild rover'. Over-exposed.

10. Anything by the Wolfe Tones.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Reflection


By Liz Larkin

Elizabeth Langdon was not a traditional woman. Don’t get me wrong, she was born into loving and supportive family, named after her mother and grandmother. She worked her way through her education, found gainful employment, was married, and started a family of her own. But when she was widowed with three young children, she opted to continue her job, becoming a single working mother in 1955. And when her children were grown, starting families of their own, she became Grammy, and she became a pillar in the lives of her grandchildren.

She taught me to play tic-tac-toe, and more specifically, she taught me how to beat my older brother at tic-tac-toe. She taught me how to knit and sew. She taught me to appreciate reading and literature. She taught me to be curious. She taught me how to play cards. And I guarantee that every time I play poker, I think of her. She worked until she was nearly 70 and continued part-time beyond that, living independently in the community she’d settled in years before. And when she passed away, it was as she had lived her whole life, on her own terms.

Grammy was my idle, my mentor, and I was her namesake. I felt an obligation to uphold the service she’d done by carrying the name with pride, with dignity, with unerring confidence and strength. Her passing was one of the first losses I experienced. I handled it much as I assume other soon-to-be high school seniors do: with all the dignity and bravado of someone who knew absolutely everything about life… Which, retrospectively, was actually rather little.

I struggled with the loss. It hurt in the summer when we would normally visit her. It hurt at Christmas, on her birthday, on my birthday, and at Thanksgiving. And for the longest time, I could not move beyond the empty feeling, the void left when she was physically no longer there. I coveted the small trinkets she’d given me, more because I knew she’d never give me any more than because they held specific meaning. I was sad. And I mourned. And I feared that if I let go of the sadness that she would be gone. And that I would forget her. That she would be somehow lost.

And then I was visiting my cousin. And we played tic-tac-toe… That was the first time I recognised how much she had given me. How much of what she had done was enduring. How much of her was in me. And slowly, I found a way to celebrate who she was that didn’t make me sad. That wasn’t a sense of loss but a sense of peace.

My views on life and death are constantly in flux. At work, I’m surrounded by people struggling to live and struggling to die. I pronounce death about once a week. I’ve watched people struggle to cope with end-stage disease and terminal diagnoses, and I’ve told people that they are dying. And there is no such thing as death becoming easy. The dead move on, and it feels that we are often left to pick up the pieces when they’ve gone. To quote tv’s bleeding heart doctor, “dying is easy, living is hard.”

We mourn all the time. We mourn loss of time. We mourn changes in relationships. We mourn changes in the places we live, in the people we know, in the seasons, and in the world around us. It. Is. Difficult. To celebrate someone’s life rather than mourn their death. It is a process. It grows from within those who have lost, when we feel compelled to share the gift that this person has brought us through their life. It grows from joy. Sadness and happiness are fleeting emotions. Joy is a way of living. Joy is sharing what is good in our lives with those around us. Joy is what draws us together in community, and that shared joy is what we miss when someone has passed on. They bring light to our lives and they help us shine in ways we could not on our own.

I initially planned to talk about autumn and leaves changing being a beautiful process when it’s really the death of the tree for the winter with re-birth in the spring… But that’s been done. And frankly with the weather we’ve been having and the potential dampness looming this weekend, I’m not sure leaves falling are what’s most concerning. Life and death surround us, they shape us, they carve away our weakness and leave us with what makes us strong. And our relatives, our friends, our family, our neighbours, our teachers, our community that have passed before us have stoked the fires of our inner strength. And that light is something we have to share.

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.” Grammy was a rock. She helped me shine. And I wanted to share some of that with all of you. And as we say this mass, in remembrance of all those who have passed before us, I would like to know some of the people that have touched your lives, that have illuminated you from within. So maybe, at dinner, we can share a little piece of our rocks with each other. And if anyone wants to play some tic-tac-toe… I’m game.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Ten non-Irish films shot in Ireland


1. Braveheart
Following this Mel Gibson blockbuster, the Scottish tourism industry got a massive shot in the arm. The battle scenes were filmed in Ireland at the Curragh, and Bective Abbey and Trim Castle, County Meath.
2 Hellboy 2
There is a great set piece at the end of Guillermo Del Toro’s 2008 film set on the cliffs overlooking the Giants Causeway.
The gripping opening twenty-minute sequence was filmed on Ballinesker Beach, Curracloe Strand, County Wexford. 

4. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
A dramatic scene has Harry Potter and Dumbeldore battling with evil, as the camera swoops in towards the Cliffs of Moher, County Clare.
5.The Princess Bride
This 1987 fairy tale concerns heroes who rescue a beautiful princess. They are trailed across the sea by a sinister masked man, and up the Cliffs of Moher. The cast including Mandy Patinki and Billy Crystal.


6. The Italian Job
This 1969 classic (not the inferior 2003 remake), starring mini cars and a young Michael Caine, had all its jail scenes filmed in Kilmainham Jail in Dublin.
7. King Arthur
This 2004 version was mostly filmed in County Wicklow. The movie starred Clive Owen and Keira Knightley.

8. Barry Lyndon
This beautifully shot 1975 Stanley Kubrick film based on a Thackeray novel concerns an Irish picaresque rogue. Irish locations include Huntington Castle, County Carlow, Cahir Castle in Tipperary and Kells County Meath. Some of the most ravishing photography ever taken of a lush and verdant Irish countryside.
9. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold
Based on a John le Carré novel, this spy movie starred Richard Burton and is set in Berlin. It was actually filmed in Dublin.
10. The Tudors
Jonathan Rhys Meyers trashy TV series is shot entirely in Ireland.