Friday, March 16, 2012

No Irish Need Apply

In the spirit of St Paddy's Day & to honor the Irish folk of old, here's a little history lesson about our great city of Montreal...

Montreal Irish ghetto during its "Golden Age": Griffintown was the Irish working class neighborhood near the old port and Lachine Canal. The canal was first dug in 1925-26 mostly by the Irish workers who dug the canal to bypass the St. Lawrence rapids (photo credit: public domain)
Griffintown today is a disaster. Few visitors to these desolate and cold streets of Montreal can even imagine that the area used to be the very heart of a vibrant Irish working class community called Griffintown. A community that has marked life in Montreal, Quebec and Canada and its sad decline and the eventual death. A recently published book, An Irish Heart by Dreidger makes it clear that knowing and understanding Griffintown means recognizing the hardships, failures, successes and the enormous challenges faced by waves of Irish immigrants and their descendants in their quest to build a brighter future for themselves and their families. And they did survive and thrive against all odds.

(image - Griffintown, Montreal 1896)






Digging the Lachine Canal to bypass the St Lawrence rapids. The Irish emigrants excelled in digging and the mega project provided jobs the the unskilled emigrants. The Lachine Canal, built in 1823, enlarged in 1843-48, then again 1873-74, enabled shippers to bypass the rapids along the St. Lawrence River.
The emigration of the Irish to Canada can be traced to way before the first macabre famine ships started to bring their human cargo to North America in 1847. It is therefore a misconception to assume that the first Irishmen were necessarily catholic or poor. Some Irishmen had arrived as early as in the early 1600’s, while others later had established fishing and trading communities in the Maritimes and the St. Lawrence estuary. The final decades of the 18th century had seen a number of Protestant Irishmen from the mostly Northern Counties (Modern Northern Ireland): Ulster Scots, Calvinist Presbyterians and others Protestant groups, who were themselves under some pressure from the official Anglican Church in Ireland. They had chosen to leave Ireland, despite their privileged position as opposed to the suppressed and dispossessed Catholics.





Grosse Ile was a quarantine, where thousands of famine emigrants were processed and thousands more died from hunger, typhus and cholera as they arrived from Ireland. The dead were buried on this tiny island in the St Lawrence estuary, 30 km east of Quebec. Countless others died on the coffin ships and the corpses thrown to the sea. Photo depicts the religious ceremony at the inauguration of the Celtic cross in 1909, celebrated in the 1847 cemetery. 



Paddy's Lamentation: Linda Thompson

Sometimes, it's easier said than done.

“And I told him, I said: "One day you're going to miss the subway because it's not going to come. One of these days, it's going to break down and it's not going to come around and everyone else will just wait for the next one or will take the bus, or walk, or run to the next station: they will go on with their lives. And you're not going to be able to go on with your life! You'll be standing there, in the subway station, staring at the tube. Why? Because you think that everything has to happen perfectly and on time and when you think it's going to happen! Well guess what! That's not how things happen! And you'll be the only one who's not going to be able to go on with life, just because your subway broke down. So you know what, you've got to let go, you've got to know that things don't happen the way you think they're going to happen, but that's okay, because there's always the bus, there's always the next station...you can always take a cab.” 
― C. JoyBell C.





Sometimes, it's easier said than done. 

I have recently come to a point in my life where I am finally beginning to live 'freely' again. Something I have not done for a very lone time, a little over a decade to be precise.  The overwhelming, lethargic feeling of fear haunts me today & I am finding the struggle to reach the shower a difficult one. Laziness weights heavily on my shoulders, and shame rests on my back. Even though I have accomplished something brilliant & powerful. Something many like me cannot even dream to accomplish. Something I myself, only 6 years passed never thought possible. And how strange to find myself here in this state of perplexed anxiety after conditioning myself through yoga & meditation  and proper nutrition the last two months & convincing , perhaps even tricking, myself into believing that I was in fact "ready" and "fine". Only to find myself here, unbalanced. Struggling to find that perfect sync between mind & body & soul. But solitude always was my greatest friend and foe. Thus becoming my greatest of downfalls. I want to be the mother I need to be to my sons. I want to be the wife I need to be for my husband. The daughter I need to be to my parents. The sister, to my siblings. And of course the friend. I have so many things in my present life to be grateful for, I do not have the time to waste on such thoughts of  gloom & doom & despair. I am bigger & better than this. The ability to concentrate and to use your time well is everything if you want to succeed anywhere.
But sometimes, it's just easier said than done. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

fave foto of the week




Lukas Dean (our 2 1/2 year old) clowning around & being his cute little self with his daddy's birthday glasses ~ January 25th 2012

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Unbake a Cake

*Raw Strawberry Un-Cheese Cake*
 soaked dates + walnut (to create the "crust")
 raw soaked cashews + lemon juice + organic coconut oil + vanilla extract + honey or Agave (to disguise the cheese filling)  & topped with strawberries = BLISS!!!!



 ps; Did I mention that this fabulous indulgence is 100% GUILT & SUGAR FREE?!!! 


mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!
Raw vegan "un-cheese" cake made & devoured by yours truly