in Ireland  a century ago, people would hold two types of “wakes,” one for the dead and the other, the Irish held for those sailing off to America , never to return. Their families were possibly to never see or to hear from them again. Which is a type of death.

A wake is to celebrate the life and share in the passing of someone we love, someone we are to never see again, in this life. I can’t imagine making a decision that would tear me away from my family for the rest of my life. People, families setting out for what they perceived to be a better place. The “unknown” if you will.

Do you know the immigration story of one or more female ancestors? Do you have any passenger lists, passports, or other documentation? Interesting family stories?

All is perspective. To a worm, digging in the ground is more relaxing than going fishing. ~ Clyde Abel