Aug 22, 2012

Guest Post: Why Ireland?

             Why Ireland?

Guest Post by Harvey Gould

For openers it would be fair to ask, “What does this guy know about Ireland. He’s a Jewish guy born in Chicago and raised in a traditional Jewish environment.” Well, ironically, I’ve got a lot to say about “why Ireland” and it starts with the fact that after a failed marriage to “one of my own”, years later I married an Irish Catholic lass, born in Manhattan, both of whose paternal grandparents emigrated to the States from Ireland around the turn of the 20th century.

Through her I began to learn about the history and culture of the Irish, from Brehon law to “the Troubles”. Both of us had begun horseback riding during our work careers and in 1988 we first went to Ireland together on a horseback riding trip and this was the beginning of my real connection to the country.

You’d have to be an eejit not to fall in love with Ireland as a horseback rider because it’s a country that reveres the horse. That trip was the hook and subsequently my wife and I returned to Ireland on fourteen separate occasions for extended stays spanning a twenty year period.

The first time we flew into Shannon, I wondered if the gorgeous visage of the quilt work of the forty shades of green laid out in the pastures underneath us was just a mirage—one that would rapidly dissipate. It didn’t, and that visage was the beginning of an enduring love affair between the Old Sod and me.

In our early years of returning to Ireland we traveled throughout the country and saw all the sites. On those travels I came to adore the culture, the food, the drink and, of course the craic. I came to love the myths, the blend of the ancient and modern sites, and being surrounded by the forty shades of green throughout the countryside. I loved the smell of burning peat, the ever-changing weather (summer, fall, winter and spring—all in the same day), and, of course, the horseback riding.

After we’d seen the sites, ultimately we settled into the tiny village of Adare. With a population of about 1200, it had roughly the same number of people who lived in a square block of the city neighborhoods in which each of us had been born. But it was there that we returned year after year, living in the same cottage and getting to know the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker. It was there that we became so integrated into village life that accepted us as being one of them or, in Irish terms, as being fierce locals. And it was there that we learned some of life’s real values—sharing a cuppa and some good craic with local friends, having the pub owner whisper to us the dinner specials, whispered so that only us locals, not the “tourists” would know, taking the time to marvel at the smell of fresh cut fields.

So in the end the question for anyone regardless of heritage isn’t “Why Ireland”; the real question is “Why Not Ireland?”

Guest blogger Harvey Gould is the author of A Fierce Local: Memoirs of My Love Affair with Ireland, a finalist in the San Francisco Writers Conference Indie Publishing Contest. For more information, visit or check out Harvey’s blog,

1 comment:

  1. Sweet! I'm in the process of making Ireland my own too. :)