Irish Storytelling for the Young at Heart!
I was born in Ireland at the time when storytellers came to our home to share a fairytale or two. This in turn gave me and my ten siblings a zest for reading. We took the stories they relayed to their attentive audience as gospel, and incorporated them into our childhood adventures. We read every adventure book we could get our hands on.The influence of the storytellers and reading adventure books certainly contributed to our wealthy and happy childhood. Not monetary wealth, as back in the sixties in Ireland that type of lifestyle didn't exist. My parents carried that burden on their shoulders, while we carried on with our wonderful childhood. Our imaginations ran riot and everything we did was an ongoing adventure, and guaranteed to be continued on the next outing.In our strides, we dealt with typical home issues, school issues, friend issues and a variety of other issues that came down the turn pike. But for some reason, issues never took over our mindset. The storytellers and adventure books were far more important. Hence, our characters were molded and our resilient uniqueness was created. We believed leprechauns were out to bring us good fortune, the Banshee was out to bring us misfortune and Santa Claus was our Godsend at the end of every year.
