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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Ireland No More

Travelling in the countryside of Ireland is going back in time. One cannot find the usual amenities of the city or even the towns of more advanced countries. Now, this can be an advantage or a disadvantage. For one who is trying to "get away" from the rat-race, Ireland, even Dublin, is a perfect holiday. For finding the simple life of daily Mass, Adoration and good, long walks in the rain, Ireland is a good place.

But, sadly, the personality of the people has changed. A friend of mine, who is Irish, moved to the States for about fifteen years and recently returned. He told me on Sunday, that when he returned a few years ago, he hardly recognized the country. It was not the usual sort of complaint, such as too much technology, as that is not the case here. It is not even the ostentatious wealth.(I have never seen so many Mercedes-Benz in such small communities, either seaside or even agricultural towns and villages, as I have here. And, I lived in West Kensington, in London.)

The change happened in the people themselves. The Irish hospitality to those from the outside is gone. The sense of humor we all have come to love and cherish is fading fast. And, the many local crafts and   traditional factories, which produced high-quality Irish goods, again, so prized among American housewives and families, are gone.

Another problem is the over-abundance of entertainment and pubs. I live near a pub, which is open daily until 3:30 am, and packed. I come from the Bible-belt in Iowa and where I come from, this would be seen as excessive dissipation. It is. And, if a populace is working, how can they be in the pub so late?  The pride of place and the pride of local work is gone. There is no sense of real community, and the work and Faith which held these towns and villages together like glue have faded away.

I went to Notre Dame, and at the time, the gift shop was full of items made in Ireland. No more. I worked in Anchorage, Alaska, and knew a woman and her husband who had a fanstastic Irish import shop. They sold china, lace, hats, scarves, sweaters, rosaries, ties, you name it--all made in Ireland. No more. One has to go to the far-West of Ireland to find the real deal. I went into shops in Dublin, including cloths shops. Everything was imported. The talents of generations has been lost. This is all due to the EU.

Another loss is the influence of the priests. Now, I do not blame the priests for this, but the people themselves. They have fallen into the socialist mind-set that the government can and should do everything for the populace.

The noisy politicians are more Marxist than Catholic. The schools, catechesis and pulpit miss opportunities for teaching the real message of the Catholic Church. It is so sad. I am daily meeting adults who have had no adult catechesis and where there is no Bible or CCC in the house.


The soul of the country seems to be in great need of spiritual food as well. Now, my friends here are Latin Mass Catholics, a breed among breeds, hospitable, kind, prayerful, even deep spiritually. They are a minority here in that their children are going to Mass. They do more than the Sunday required Mass. They pray at home and with their spouses. They fast. But, they are so few, so few. This is the spiritual revolution Ireland needs. But, I am afraid, it is no longer Ireland. The Catholic Church was the life-blood of these good people. The blood is anemic.

3 comments:

JonathanCatholic said...

How terribly sad... I've always had a special place in my heart for Irish Catholicism and their particular Catholic identity.

Eoin Suibhne said...

This is very sad. I am the first American grandchild in my family, but have never visited Ireland. My hope is to visit one day (we still have quite a bit of family back there), but with seven children under 12, we don't exactly have money for air fare! I hope there is something back there when (if) I get the chance to go.

What is the name of the bridge and river in the picture? It looks very similar to a picture in my parents' home. If it is the same one, my grandfather helped to build it.

God bless you.

P.S. My wife and I are great fans of your comments over at Fr. Z's place.

Supertradmum said...

Thanks, the photo is Ha'Penny Bridge in Dublin.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ha'penny_Bridge