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MONDAY’S MAGICAL MOMENT: DECEMBER SUNRISE IN MOYNALTY

DECEMBER SUNRISE

The information accompanying this photo tells me that I took it on 17 December 2013 (one of my 5 my beautiful sisters’, Carole’s, birthday) at 8:42:39.   Sunrise at that hour I can handle.  2 months later, today, sunrise was at 7:37.  And it will just keep coming earlier and earlier until June 22, the Summer Solstice.  Because Ireland is so far north, the summer nights are very short and the days quite long.  In the summer, the “lighting up time” (when you need to turn your driving headlights on) can be 11 p.m. or later!  And, the sky starts lightening again by 4 a.m.  I wear a sleep mask!

Copyright 2014                     Mary Jane E Clark

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HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2014 CALENDAR

For several years, I’ve made up calendars for a few friends and family members.  Since I can’t send one to each of you, I thought I’d try it this way!

IRISH RAINBOW

2014 CALENDAR COVER  CO. FERMANAGH

IRISH SUNRISE

 2014: JANUARY  CO. MEATH

GIANT'S CAUSEWAY
2014: FEBRUARY  GIANT’S CAUSEWAY

BONANE, COUNTY KERRY

2014: MARCH   BONANE, CO. KERRY

RING OF KERRY-SKELLIG RING

2014: APRIL  RING OF KERRY

BOMBAY STREET, BELFAST

2014: MAY  BOMBAY STREET, BELFAST

MIZEN HEAD, CO. CORK

2014: JUNE  MIZEN PENINSULA, CO CORK

THE SKELLIGS, CO KERRY

2014: JULY  SKELLIG ISLANDS, CO KERRY

IRISH GRAIN

2014: AUGUST  MOYNALTY, CO MEATH

DUNLUCE CASTLE

2014: SEPTEMBER  DUNLUCE CASTLE, CO ANTRIM

GLENANCHIQUIN, CO KERRY

2014: OCTOBER  GLENANCHIQUIN, BEARA PENINSULA

IRISH AUTUMN

2014: NOVEMBER  CO. MEATH

DINGLE PENINSULA

2014: DECEMBER  DINGLE PENINSULA, CO KERRY

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY FRIENDS!

Copyright 2013                          Mary Jane E Clark

MONDAY’S MAGICAL MOMENT: COUNTY MEATH SUNRISE

Accidental Sunrise

Like virtually every sunrise I see, this one is accidental!  Not being a morning person, I see many more sunsets but happened to be up early one morning in October.  This struck me so much that I had to grab a sweater, my camera and shoes and go out into the backyard to shoot it.  Taken at Kingsfort, County Meath, Ireland.

Copyright 2012                        Mary Jane E Clark

MORNING MEMORIES

I am not an early riser.  In fact, most of my friends know that I don’t “do” mornings.  And I’ve been reflecting on that for a while and have wondered why.  That exercise led me to try to recall some morning memories.  So, here we go!

I was born and brought up in Saratoga Springs, NY, known for “Health, History and Horses”.  The Saratoga Race Course was built in 1864 and thoroughbreds have been running there every summer since.  During the meet, the city is thronged with the rich, the famous, the beautiful people.  Afternoons at the track are a huge attraction, with tens of thousands in attendance daily.  But I cherish the memory of my dad taking me, as a little girl, to the early morning workouts.  We’d lean against the white wooden rail fence in slowly brightening light and watch the mists dissipate.  Then, suddenly, the ground would begin to rumble, hooves would pound and those beautiful beasts would come thundering toward us!  No cheering crowds, just grooms, hotwalkers, jockeys and the stars of the show – the horses.

Another childhood memory also revolves around my dad.  At one time, in my early years, he had a bread route covering mainly rural parts of Saratoga and Washington counties.  A special treat  was getting up with him at 4 a.m. and making the rounds with him, sitting on the floor of the truck and listening to his stories of the area and people.  The sun would come up, the morning hours would pass and then he’d stop and take a break at the side of the road with the delivery man from the rival baking company.  My favorite part was when I was allowed to pick 1 treat from EACH truck!

Fast forward to the 1970s.  On March 13, 1970, just before 7 a.m. I had my most memorable morning moment.  After hours of tiring labor, my first child, Jeff, was born.  That memory of hearing, seeing, and holding him will always be my best morning memory. (My daughter, Keelin, was born in the afternoon, so her birth holds that title!)

I also have an incredibly clear visual memory of watching a sunrise with a woman named Susan Bradley (with whom I’ve unfortunately lost touch).  We were in the front seat of her car and the image is SO vivid!  But, I have absolutely no idea why we’d been up all night nor even what city or state we were in!

As a young wife and mother in the 80s, I’m sure I saw many dawns and sunrises but the lasting memory is of watching my little daughter walk in the dark predawn to the end of the drive to wait for the school bus.

In 1998, we were blessed to host a Turkish exchange student from Berlin, Asuman, my “Turkish daughter”.  She had decided to observe the Islamic season of Ramadan,  which lasts a month and no food is to be taken between sunrise and sunset.  We’d check the newspaper the night before for the time of sunrise and make sure we’d get up early enough for her to eat a full breakfast before the magic minute.  We spent some wonderful mornings quietly talking before the dawn.

Then, in the early 2000s, during a difficult separation and divorce, there were the mornings when the breaking of day served simply to underscore how many sleepless hours had passed since the day before. (I didn’t say all the memories were good ones.)

As the decade continued, I began to indulge my passion for travel in earnest.  That meant many early morning awakenings to catch flights, disembark cruise ships, board tour buses, ascend in a hot air balloon and try to pack the most into a day of travel.

In November 2007, I was touring Israel and one morning woke up early in my hotel in Tiberius on the Sea of Galilee.  Looking at the sun rising over the Jordanian hills on the other side of the lake and seeing the mist rise, I felt the sacredness of the place rise in my soul.

2009 brought the fulfilment of a life-long dream – my first visit to Ireland.  All during the transatlantic flight I was anticipating flying into the sunrise over the Emerald Isle and I was not disappointed.  Up each morning before dawn to prepare for another excellent adventure, I saw several sunrises.  I met the love of my life on that trip and the morning I watched the sun rise over Tralee, County Kerry, with the full moon high above it, I knew I was home.

Happily, in Ireland, the sun rises later in the fall and winter and I do catch the occasional one.  But, to be honest, I’ve turned into a night owl and often my “mornings” begin at 10 or 11……..or later.  Still, I have my morning memories and that’s what counts!

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