Today is St. Patrick’s Day and while most people are out celebrating this green holiday I am writing this blog.  Everyone is a little bit Irish on this day.  Including me!  I recently got back the results of my Ancestry DNA sample.  It was pretty much as I expected, except that I am 11% Irish!  Woo-Hoo!

In the past year I have become more interested in my heritage and ancestry.  Most of the older people in my family are deceased and I find it sad that all their memories of their childhood and life are gone with them.  My dad died last year and on my run last Saturday I went past the house my dad grew up in.  It made me start to think about all the stories he told me of his childhood in the 1930’s and I realized that I couldn’t remember some of the people’s names or I was vague on some of the details.  And it made me sad that I can’t ask him about these memories anymore.  I wish I had paid more attention to the stories I heard over and over and over again.

This coming weekend I will be spending in New York.  Of course a trip to New York is not complete without a trip to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.  I love seeing these places because of all the history and the people who have passed through New York Harbor to find their place in new country.  All those people who have come to America have their own stories.  Many of you have ancestors that have immigrated to this country.  Have you listened to the stories they have told you?  Do you pay attention when they tell you for the 100th time about their childhood?  Too soon those stories are forgotten.  Listen to your parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles.  Each one has a story to tell of an incredible life.  And yours is enriched because of it.