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Creator and writer for allthingsgood. O'Connor certainly displayed during our interview, where I sought to debunk his "Irishness" and examine what it means for him to be an "Irish-American.
O'Connor is, in many ways, your typical 60 year-old Irish American Catholic. The son of a father who worked for the post office and a mother who engaged in various jobs and activities, Mr.
O'Connor is roughly 75 percent Irish, with some Scottish -- albeit he "wouldn't admit to" it, he said jokingly. Although unaware of when or who among his relatives emigrated to America, he affirmed that they came through Canada, as a large majority of Irish Americans did, eventually making their way into the United States.
At a very young age, Mr. O'Connor lived in the heavily Irish populated Dorchester section of Boston before he and his parents moved to the suburb of Weymouth, Massachusetts where he spent the remainder of his youth.
Although he did not necessarily grow up living in an Irish enclave, Mr. O'Connor says he was "surrounded with Irish -- Irish and Italian" within his larger neighborhood. And this is just the beginning. As I soon learned, Mr. O'Connor embodies a wide-range of distinctive Irish American characteristics -- those which you are likely to read about in history books -- and is, to a large extent, representative of the Irish American culture and experience as a whole.
Like many Irish Americans, Mr. O'Connor identifies with his "Irishness" and is proud of his ethnicity. In fact, when asked what it means to him to be Irish, he replied, "Well, I think first and foremost it's the identity.
It's the identity with something O'Connor voluntary added, "And being Irish, you know, frankly I'm not so sure whether it's any different than being Italian. O'Connor was quick to challenge the notion of something being distinctly "Irish. I think about it when I'm with my family, my cousins," but he again supplemented his statement with, "I don't know whether that relates directly to being Irish, because I don't know anything else.
I think there's a certain resiliency with some or most from an Irish perspective. You know, it never happened to me, but it wasn't that long ago when the signs of 'Irish Need Not Apply' appeared in Boston. So, I think that from that, there is a resiliency.
To me, there is an inherent desire to move on, pick yourself up O'Connor's statements offer insight into two prominent attitudes and beliefs that are customary within the Irish American culture. Maureen Dezell, in her book, Irish America: Coming into Clover, writes " O'Connor's connection between identity and resiliency and his "inherent desire to move on" and "pick yourself up.
For as Dezell pointed out in her book, "the Irish don't know what makes us different from other Americans because we don't talk about most of what does. For instance, the saying "Don't get a swelled head" is, as Dezell noted, a "quintessential Irish maxim" and is evident in Mr.
O'Connor's statements that, although reflect a sense of pride, are not overly egotistical and conceited. O'Connor was always quick to modify his statements with, "now this is just my opinion" or "I could be wrong, butSep 25, · Growing up Catholic in Old Saint Paul was simply a part of who I was, and in some very strange way, who I still am today.
The label isn’t there and never will be. Nov 10, · i grew up in a catholic family. my priest was a year old polish immigrant who didnt speak english.
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Growing Up Catholic, Down Under Posted by Chuck on Jun 15, in Christianity, Guest Podcasts, Podcasts | 18 comments [irrelig]This week we have Emma, a former Catholic school girl who emerged nearly normal from her religious upbringing which included retreats, Catholic school, confirmation, lumpy dove candles, and so much more.
Growing Up Catholic Although my soul is no longer in her keeping, I owe my life to the Roman Catholic Church. I was born the second of five children into a traditional Catholic home in The night before your brother was born, I read Love You Forever before putting you to bed.
I left for the hospital singing the refrain from that book, “I’ll love forever, I’ll like you for always, As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”.