watchman wrote:I've observed this before in Irish families...
It seems they fall into one of two groups....
1/ You have the "Hedge Sparrows" ... those who live their whole life in one town or village. I talked some years ago with a bar maid in a pub in Ferns ,who had only left the town twice in her whole life, (both times to go shopping ,once in Dublin & once in Waterford....) gad-about.
2/ Then there are the "Wild Geese" ... those who travel absolutely every where. I worked with a girl from Gallway who was born in Ireland ,raised in California ,finished her education in Sydney ,Australia ,moved to Britain then married had her first child and moved off back to Australia ,(Brisbane this time).
Spot on, watchman! It seems wherever you go in the world, however far afield it maybe, you will always come across some wandering "wild geese" either themselves originating from Ireland, or their forefathers. We are a wandering people, that's for sure, and much of that I am sure stems from our history over many years; the Potato Famine of 1845 being one cause, but even long before that history's pages explain much of Ireland's emigration episodes en masse:
The Flight of the Wild Geese refers to the departure of an Irish Jacobite army under the command of Patrick Sarsfield from Ireland to France, as agreed in the Treaty of Limerick on October 3, 1691, following the end of the Williamite War in Ireland. More broadly, the term "Wild Geese" is used in Irish history to refer to Irish soldiers who left to serve as mercenaries in continental European armies in the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries.
watchman wrote:Your family seems to be of the "Wild Geese" variety.
Not all. Certainly my mother and grandmother were fuelled with the wanderlust, although neither had the opportunity to fulfil their roving tendencies, at least to the extent of (physically) travelling the world. My brother and myself were fortunate enough to have had the chance to put our dreams into practise. I have always had a bit of the gipsy in me, and I'm told this was apparent from a very early age and manifested itself in the constant rearranging of the furniture in my bedroom(!). Apparently my grandmother was forever doing this in her house too - as she wasn't in a position to travel or move away, a different outlook in the home became a substitute for 'moving to a different place'. Other than that, different languages, cultures and faraway places have always fascinated me. You can of course travel 'in your mind' to wherever you wish through books and literature, something I've always done, lol - I read through the A to Z and 'come back home' exhausted after my travels.
- exhausted but frustrated - it's not enough. I then have to go and see and experience for myself.
My sister, on the other hand, is the "hedge sparrow" of the family. Content to stay in the place where we were reared, married a local lad and now lives not very far away from there - to her family means all. Her offspring are the same - apart from the one girl, my niece - who takes after me in every way.
LOL! ... Synchronicity ... She just phoned me (my sister) as I was writing this .. to tell me my niece (who I just mentioned up there) is giving her a birthday present of a ticket to come over here and stay with me for a little holiday (She's not long after a heart operation). Her birthday's in May, so she'll be over sometime then.
watchman wrote:Hope your brother is OK.
Yes! I heard from my brother today - through the Family Forum (I have created a forum with just members of our family - spread all over the place, a way of keeping in touch and a little family history diary to pass on to future generations). I also put a message on the Forum asking him to get in touch. He has done. He is already in Jakarta - and uses a different phone whilst over there, so that's why my messages weren't getting through.
watchman wrote:Can I ask , is there a reason for your families attraction to "Arabian" countries ? (I am aware Indonesia is not "Arab" but it does have a large percentage of Muslim citizens.)
No particular reason really. I just happen to have visited quite a few countries that are Arabic speaking - as well as many that are not. I love the language and can speak it a little. That's all.
From my brother's point of view, he is a teacher of English as a foreign language, so inevitably his work is going to take him to countries that don't speak English as their first language. Also, most of the decent jobs for TEFL tend to be in oil companies, and most of the oil companies are in countries who happen to speak Arabic. He met his wife (a Christian Indonesian girl) while working and living in Indonesia. Their first child (who also takes after me) was actually born in Saudi, brought up in Indonesia, holds an Irish passport and now lives with her Dutch boyfriend in Holland where she has just finished university. (Spent a year in Greece as part of her education, just come back from a trip - alone - to Seoul with some wonderful stories and adventures there) and off to Barcelona next week for a few days.