Click to see full details on our nation’s unemployment from the Bureau of Labor Statistics, U.S. Department of Labor. Click here to see me featured in a CNN promotional video.
During a happy moment in 2011 at the Portland Amtrak Union Station in October 2011. Jannet Walsh, Minnesota Native Daughter
It’s time for 2011 to pack and make room for 2012.
I will remember 2011 as the year I’m laid off, again. (This means I’ll get an even better job in 2012 than I was laid off from in 2011.)
It’s the year my mother dies. (This means my mother is in heaven, a better location with no war, illness, pain, poverty, suffering, unemployment or worrying about why the economy is in the dumps.)
It’s the year of countless job rejections, and few job interviews. (This means I will get a better job than the one I was recently rejected from!)
It’s the year a black bear hit my car in Wisconsin. (This means the long hair samples embedded in my car will be great for conversation in 2012.)
It can only get better in 2012. (This means I will have more opportunities than challenges in 2012. I’ll be laughing and crying when I receive a job offer in 2012 as it will be more than I could have dreamed. It also means I will update my CNN video to say I did get a better job than I was lost in 2011. Click here to view CNN video.)
Pack your bags, 2011, as 2012 is at the door about to knock. (This means 2011 has stayed long enough. Adios!)
Christmas Tribute
A Christmas carol video is posted with my late mother Margaret I. Walsh of Litchfield, Minnesota, along with me, singing “Silent Night” last Christmas. It was recorded with my iPhone. Click here to view video on CNN iReport and read the full story.
Home made Greek Yogurt by Jannet Walsh, Minnesota Native Daughter.
I made my first successful batch of yogurt, Greek style, the thick type with less liquid, on the stove top and finished it off in a crockpot. Click to view video posted on Minnesota Native Daughter. Here is one of the links I got my ideas for the experiment.
I will update with a video on how to remove the whey to make the thicker yogurt, called Greek Yogurt.
Christmas Tribute
A Christmas carol video is posted with my late mother Margaret I. Walsh of Litchfield, Minnesota, along with me, singing “Silent Night” last Christmas. It was recorded with my iPhone. Click here to view video on CNN iReport and read the full story.
Those were the words of President Obama during the Christmas in Washington celebration at the National Building Museum in Washington, DC, on Dec. 11, 2011, in the video posted above. (The photographer needed a tripod, by the way.)
If there is one miracle I want this Christmas season, it is a job. I am tired of being part of the 8.6 percent of unemployed workers in our nation. Talent is a crime to waste. It is really time to put America back to work, including myself.
To the woman that laughed at me in Willmar this past week when she asked where I worked, and I replied I was unemployed due to a layoff, I hope this woman will have a wonderful Christmas. (Note, the woman was employed, had a good job.) One day the tables could be turned and she could be me. Please have respect for your fellow neighbors during the season of miracles as many are waiting, wanting a miricle.
If it is really a season of miracles, I will receive a job for Christmas. Here is my professional profile at Linkedin. Any ideas for a miracle, just email to jannetwalsh@gmail.com.
Home to Knockanarroor – Pillowcase Photo
See the latest video posted on CNN iReport, complete with writiten story on my adventures of finding my Irish Roots. Click here to view video at CNN iReport.
Home to Knockanarroor – Pillowcase Photo
Missing photo gives hints to Irish history
I returned home to Knockanarroor, Ireland for the first time, but I have never been there before.
In April 2011, I traveled to Ireland, precisely where my Great-Great-Grandmother Ellen Brennan Foley, born May 15, 1820 in Killarney, Ireland, and died in Stillwater, Minnesota, lived in Knockanarroor Townland, pronounced “Knock-on-a-roar” in Irish Gaelic, meaning the hill of corn in English.
On a cold January 2011 day, a photograph, along with a hand-written card with hints of Ellen’s life, including her husband’s name, William Foley, were found tucked away in a pillow of treasures of my late grandmother Mary Jannet “Jennie” Foley Walsh, 1886 to 1985, of Murdock.
The unmarked country road my Irish roots were plucked from in the early 1840s, is located just east of the city of Killarney in County Kerry, in western Ireland. A milk lorry driver, a truck driver in the United States, Patrick “Pa” Brosnan of Muckross, in the Killarney area, pumping petro in the near by village of Barraduff agreed to guide me to the hidden location that is plain site.
Ellen’s parents, James Brennan and Mary Walsh, my great-great-great grandparents, from my grandmother’s family, called the townland home, as they worked the rented land consisting of what is referred to by residents as a “poorish land” of wetlands, surrounded by bogs. The peat or turf, decayed vegetation, is cut and dried for heating and cooking fuel today, just like my family did in the 1800s or earlier, with the smoke puffing out of cottages, producing a musty smell. My family most likely served as grooms, tending to the horses exchanged on the carriage route at the end of the road of Knockanarroor, on a major route to Killarney.
I traveled to Killarney in 1980, my late father, Martin J. Walsh Jr., in the 1950s, but it was not was not until 2011, I could say without a doubt Knockanarroor is home in Ireland for my family. My father and I traveled the same paths in the horse jaunting carts of what is called the old butter roads, the 1700s turnpike, but I might be the first to make the journey home to Knockanarroor.
I used hints from http://www.ancestry.com to stitch together my ancestral threads. Archivist Michael Lynch of Kerry Library, Ireland, along with free online Roman Catholic records from the Diocese of Kerry, http://www.irishgenealogy.ie, provided information that my family belonged to the Catholic Parish of Glenflesk, with Knockanarroor as their place of residence.
Although I did not find any living relatives in Ireland during my journey, learning about the people, their faith, village life and the beautiful Irish countryside, I was able to shine light on a period of obscurity in my family’s history.
My Great-Great Grandmother Ellen departed Knockanarroor, be it voluntary or forced, due to disease, food shortage or economic reasons. I returned Ireland to answer the questions of where my family roots were prematurely pulled from the Ireland.
See related video from Home to Knockanarroor Project