When Caera walked in and sat down on the piano bench with her Celtic Harp, I thought, Boy does she look Irish. Irish like Eileen Foley, with black hair and blues eyes. When she sang in Gaelic, I thought, I wonder how long she’s been in this country. After a song or two she talked about having just flown back from Ireland where she played in a village of Gaelic speakers. She wanted so badly to go back, she’d even written a sad song about her longings. I thought to myself, Why not just go home?

I was so enamored by this Irish musician – I guess I’d been traveling vicariously with Susan- that my brain almost seized when, about midway through her gig, she said, “My first trip to Ireland was five years ago after I began exploring my heritage. After all, three out of my four grandparents are Irish.”

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Flo told Caera about her own daughter’s fascination with Ireland (Diane chimed in with, “She too has three Irish grandparents”) and after the recital, Flo hurried up to her room, and returned to show Caera Susan’s printed itinerary.

Flo’s friend, Lois, enjoying the music, but secretly wishing Caera would sing in French.