My Uncles raised trees for neighborhood lawns. As young men, they built churches. When I’m in a church, I appreciate the workmanship in the wood ceilings and doors. I think of them. When I see a beautiful tree, I see their work. I think of them. And when I walk through the woods, I think of them, and experience the Church of Nature.
Im of Gael Origin born on Tyneside, England. My daughter revived Samhain 2 years ago. She makes a shrine on the window cill on Oct 31st. She has many pictures of our dead ancestors. She places these on the window cill, alongside personal belongings that belonged to them, jewelry and trinkets etc. She lights a few candles, and places food and drinks, Bread, fruit, milk and Whisky. She says a few words to our ancestors, with her 6 children standing by her side. I did the same this year.
Thank you for this video. It made me realize how much my ancestors gave me during their lives and after their deaths. It is something I have been aware of at times but not given enough attention to. I'm going to notice and try to be more attentive. ❤
Hi Kate, I loved your poem "let them in". Your voice alone is very soothing. Your words resonated with my own thoughts. I'm not sure how you popped up on my screen but I suspect my Irish ancestors had a hand in it. Jan
I had a very powerfully genetic memory with my Irish ancestry when I was 20 years old. I was in my second year of Art School and had returned from a marvelous 4 months traveling throughout the British Isles. My favorite discovery was at Trinity College in Dublin. The "BOOK OF KELLS " was displayed under glass. There were massive volumes everywhere that could be tilted down onto reading tables, but not removed. Anyway, wonderful library! Being from Canada, never seen such ancient texts. When I had been home from my travels, studying Celtic Art and crosses and stones, my heart was telling me that I was connecting with my family. Some from County Sligo and some from County Armagh. One day, I was listening to my local Vancouver Coop radio and Irish keening music was being broadcast. Never in my life had I heard such music, and never have since. I was able to sing along, note for note. I KNEW THIS MUSIC. I wanted to share what a profound effect this experience had upon me. So grateful to have "found " your celtic channel. ❤ PS. I own a "copy" of the BOOK OF KELLS. I know these illustrations, too.✨️🎃🙏✝️✨️ A blessed Samhain to you. Let them in! What memory I would like to honor and celebrate this year. My beautiful son and my only child and family, passed away a little more than 9 years ago. I have been working on a series of celtic knot paintings and would like to complete one of them for him. It has 2 yellow endless knots that face each other like a book with golden hinges. 💛 Within one of the knots are dozens of buttercups. We used to hold a single flower under our chins, as children, to see if we loved 🧈 butter? Those were sweet and innocent times Kate. I grieve his death everyday and hope my creative work can celebrate his life in someway. The title of my painting is "Protect the Innocent " Thanks for a beautiful video today Kate, I look forward to seeing more. ❤ 🇮🇪 PS. His name is Bradan, and my name is Martha.
Martha, ARTIST, I celebrate you and your beautiful Bradan, and I think your art sounds amazing and powerful. ❤ PS - we used to hold the buttercups under our chins, too. You're right - so dear and innocent.
Thank you Kate! Memories…my beautiful and remarkable mother, Deborah, passed away last year. She was a folklorist who brought meaning to every day life and celebrations. I learned about the solstices and equinoxes from her, of Samhain, Imbolg, Bealtaine, and more. How lucky I was to grow up with the Hallowe’en costumes she made me. To grow up making and hanging May baskets. She and my father were among the group that started the still ongoing May Day celebration in Cambridge, MA, in the early 1970’s. She made that first maypole. Flaming pudding at Christmas. So many rich memories. I am so lucky. And she is always with me. 💚💜💚
How lucky and blessed you are to have such a mother - and what beautiful gifts she gave you. I've danced in that May Day celebration and I love knowing that your mother was among those who started it!
I lost both my parents last year, so I hope they will come visit me this year. Halloween was a special time with them when I was small. My mom would make homemade decorations with me out of construction paper and we'd stick them on the windows and all around the kitchen. My dad would take me trick-or-treating. He said that every year, I'd say, "That was the best Halloween ever!" ❤ Such wonderful memories this time of year.
Sorry for you losses. I do not have my parents here anymore either. The first few years were really hard, but it does get some easier. However, miss them everyday. Sounds like you had a wonderful childhood and wonderful parents
They sound like wonderful parents and have given you such special memories. I am truly sorry to hear of this hard loss for you and hope that these memories are helping. I'm grateful to you for sharing them with us. ❤
Dear Kate My mother left this earth in 1960 when I was but 9 years old. I miss her everyday. Her picture is still displayed in my room. I talk to my daughters and grandsons about her so often. I love that her spirit is still with me. I hope that she’s proud of her daughter. I have been very blessed by her fine example. Thank you for what you do. We are of Irish decent. In fact you and I look very much alike. ( red hair, face shape, eyes).
'Samhain (Let Them In)' is a lovely song. It is soothing and haunting at the same time. Though there are many I could mention I will focus on my mother, her mother and my paternal grandmother. My mother was half Irish; her mother was 100%. My paternal grandmother was half Cherokee with spice Island lineage to include Moroccan, and Spanish. Each of them was a night owl, as am I. Autumn every year has/had sparked a special joy and renewed liveliness. The sensuality of sights, sounds and delicious scents are intensified with festivals, baked goods, and the sounds of the owls in the woods. My mother loved to bake bread and sweet treats. We had fun going to festivals, the flea market and anywhere there was warm coffee in the cooler season. Mom and I had a complicated relationship, but we found kindred joy in festive environments. She, as my grandmothers, had a green thumb. I am fortunate to have inherited that trait, though I believe anyone can learn. My maternal grandmother, Sarah, shared so many wonderful stories about her mother who may have been considered a "green witch". People would bring their sick children and family to her for help. My great grandmother knew what to mix and what prayer to speak for healing. Grandmother lamented the fact that she had not jotted down what her lovely mother knew. What a treasure that would have been! Grandmother was magical and could do anything so it would have just been the icing on the cake. My paternal grandmother, Lorene, loved to sit outside on her porch in the evening if wasn't too cold to listen to the night sounds. She was a remarkable woman in so many ways. Her wise words still smack me in the face when necessary. "Thank you, grandma, i needed that!" She had shared that she had witnessed that some in her family had the ability to make furniture levitate. I miss all of them for their wisdom, giggles, and company. When in this physical realm they were very aware to the spiritual one and spoke of it often. I sense them still.
Your life is rich with love, and how wonderful that this season holds so many warm memories for you. Thank you for sharing your mother, Sarah, and Lorene here. Kindred spirits for sure!
I enjoy laying out the soul supper. I dress the table with flowers, a dram of drink, a lamp of some kind,and the plate. Around midnight I say a prayer of farewell and safe travels to those passing through the Vail.
Your channel!! I just discovered you today. I lost my Irish mom 2 years ago and since then I have wanted to really dig deep into the Irish traditions. She sang O Danny Boy to me and gave me so many Irish stories. Her name was Martha Ann Dewey, her mom, my grandmother's name was Euliela Cecelia Haughton, she was first generation born in America. I also, just lost my dad 7 months ago....He wasn't Irish, his name was Clifford. I miss them both and am so blessed that I was able to have both of them into my early 60's. Thank you for your sweet channel. I really want to embrace my 67% Irish bloodline.
Thank you for bringing Martha, Euliela, and Clifford into our circle here. They sound like marvelous people and a real blessing in your life. Here's to you embracing that 67%!
I have just discovered your channel to my joy. It is a delight to hear you recite excerpts from your own book and those of fellow folklorists. Your soft and gentle accent (I’m guessing anywhere from Newfoundland to New England) lends itself beautifully to the tales and customs of Ireland. I’m now seventy and living in England but I still observe some of the customs from my home in County Antrim. A fire is lit, the mirrors are covered in cloth so as not to reflect the spirits and there is nuts and apple cake; a curtain ring baked within to determine who would be the next to marry, to feast on. You reminded me of the tricks of the boys who would knock on doors and run away, usually after hiding or upturning something. Thank you.
Thank you, Kate. What a beautiful presentation I particularly was very moved by your poem I listened to it several times, I think it’s certainly Something I will use to help my ancestors draw close. I live alone, ( apart from my beautiful doggie) I do have two grown-up children that have their own lives, I have no living relatives whatsoever. Knowing that my ancestors draw close is a real comfort to me, never fearing them I understand your feelings when talking about your father, my father passed away when I was 21, I’m 58 now and still think back to his wise words and the philosophy he instilled in me. Really enjoying your videos And I thank you again ❤☘️
Thank you so much for your kindness and for telling me that my poem helped put you in touch with your own beloved dead. I love hearing about your dad and the gifts he imparted to you. Please give your doggie a pat from me. Pet company is so dear and so sweet! Glad you're here with us!
To cheer myself, especially at this dark time of year, I let in the spirits of my Mom, my husband and my sister by playing the music they loved. I recreate the cozy, loving atmosphere of long ago in my house. Mom and my sister loved easy listening, like "Living Strings" and Percy Faith. My husband, a Hungarian-American, loved Hungarian music, which really warms me in late autumn or winter. I remember so well my mom in the mornings before my sisters and brothers and I headed off to school. She'd have her kitchen radio on while she sipped her coffee and made sure our breakfast was ready. My sister used to have tea with me at her house while soft music was playing. After a hard day at work, my husband used to sit in his Lazy Boy, sipping wine and listening to Hungarian music while I got supper ready. Wonderful, cozy memories of love! Oh, and BTW, I have a "shrine" on my dresser top. Pictures of my mom, sister and husband, fake marigolds, LED candles, and a holy card of the risen Jesus talking to Mary Magdalene.
Your way of connecting with them is ingenious and beautiful, and a great tip for all of us to boot. Thank you for that! And just to say - I visited Hungary this summer and fell in love with the swirling gypsy music played by the Lugosi Band, so I can see why that spicy music warms you over the winter. :)
Hi Kate ❤ I remembered my maternal grandmother. By the time I was born she'd already passed away, sadly. But she remained very much alive in my heart. I feel connected to her, to her spirit, even though I haven't met her physically. Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to hug her, or to hear her voice or to see her smiling to me. It's not exactly a memory from the past, but it is a sense of the unknown, of the mystery behind living and dying. Thank you so much for this ❤
That is beautiful, every bit of it, and I want to salute you for tapping into the power of your imagination to connect with her. I love to remember that imagination is right next door to intuition. Yours is powerful! Thank you for this.
Dear Kate..thank you so much for another video............I always listen to you spellbound...........Blessings and Greetings from Daggy,Kiel,Germany☘☘☘my husband died 10 years ago....but sometimes at night he sits on my bed for a short visit...than i say to him: fine that you look after me....I am ok,now you can go..............he smiles and thats it........
Daggy, my friend, your words touch my heart. I am so glad you have this love in your life and I’m so grateful to you for telling me about it. You are kind! ❤️
I do think of my family as well. Especially my Irish family. Last Irish names were Bresnahan, o’Shea, and O’Neill. With some redheads sprinkled in, like myself. I look around my house at 66 and see the items like figurines, furniture, small and precious items that I’ve been gifted by them as they have been long gone. I explain out to my young adult son all the family stories both the good and the bad from the old sod. The portrait of my uncle Bill when he was in the Navy back during World War II, which hangs on the wall behind my chair makes me smile as when I was in my 20s. I would visit my aunt in Ohio and uncle Bill live there as well and I remember when he would wake up at 10 o’clock in the morning I’d scream, uncle Bill and I’d run up at 32 years old and give him a big hug and he always said G dammit Kevin get off of me!😂😂😂. I guess for me, Samhain is all the time.
@@theseriousprepper4372 I think you’re right: you live with this sense of connection and cherishing year-round. Family love is a tremendous blessing and a treasure, and you share it with us here. Thank you, my friend 🍀
Go raibh maith agat Mer Cait! I think the fairies had some fun with our mailbox last night, as it now sit in the garden! The idea of bringing them home, remembering our loved ones that passed, is so powerful. Keeping those connections strong enriches my sense of self. My mother’s apple crisp and my father’s love of song are ways I keep their spirits alive in my heart. Happiest birthday to you Mo chara!
Go raibh céad míle maith agat a Shibéal a chara! Agus tá mé fíor- bhuíoch díot as do charta álainn gleoite ❤️ I love hearing about your creative parents and the way you remember them. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree 🍎
Kate, I've really loved these Samhain posts you've made. After I finished watching this third one, I recognized some kind of peaceful encircling of my self and spirit, that ought to be in our lives this time of year. I realized how scattered I've been, and I thank you for bringing me home! -- Dawn
Dawn, I am truly grateful for your kind words about this Samhain series. It's a joy for me to share these things with you, and knowing that these videos have helped you feel more grounded and at home, is a wonderful gift to me. Thank you so much!
My dad pronounced perfect as “perfeck”. I’ve often thought about how on point that pronunciation was. Few things are in such a state that they cannot be improved upon, but it can still be really great. How I miss that guy!
I remember my step-father, Fred, who was the first person in my family to understand my politics. I didn't meet him until I had already had my first child, but his support meant so much to me.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and Garlic teachings! "May your kind words continue to infinity.😊. You awaken and inspire me! I believe words weave a magical spell around us. The day before yesterday a Scotsman began talking out loud to me as if he knew me? The waiter who was Asian said he had his DNA done and had Scottish and Irish ancestry. Then the Scottish man said we were all one. I am going to try to use words more creatively and humorously! ❤ slancha
Having taken English Literature from a Scottish teacher, she read the whole book out loud which really made me love poems. Wordsworth "I wandered lonely as a cloud". It is a poem I liked memorizing. 😂. As I age, I still see myself younger. I would like to send you one of my poems but can only send it via my phone. Do you have an email? As my laptop was hacked and I cannot use it. All now, Avanlee
My father, the Boston Harbor lobsterman and yachtsman, demonstrated his knowledge of the sea by participating in Predicted Log Contests. The goal was to chart your course point to point around the harbor, predicting your times to each point at your appointed speed. You had to take into account your knowledge of the tides, currents, and the expected wind. He was very good at it.
Hello Kate, Just a polite question. I have always said “Samhain” pronouncing the ‘M’ , is this incorrect? Am I pronouncing the word incorrectly? I am from the UK and have total belief in all of the folklore of the Seasons, most especially the folklore of the end of the summer season. I was born on November 1st in 1952 and have great respect and love for my ancestors and their Pagan and Christian beliefs…they made me who I am and are around me all of the time. I wish I could see them.but they are here with me anyway. Thank You for another fabulous video. XX
Hello, and no problem at all; good to ask! In Irish, that "mh" sound often turns out to sound like a W (not always, but definitely in this case). So it sounds like SOW-EN (sow like the pig rather than like sowing corn). Thank you for being here, Patricia. It's lovely to be in touch!
My Nanna Thomas before she passed away whispered into my mum's ear that she would come back as a Robin, I actually wrote a poem about it, I will have to find it but every time I see a Robin I believe it's her, looking out for me.
I'd like to contact a great great grandmother who I never met. She was from Cork and emigrated to the US. I have a rosary that might have belonged to her. I've read warnings against trying to contact those who've passed on because imposters with ill intent might show up instead. I'm a little afraid of attempting contact because I'm not sure what type of protections to put up or how I would know they were sufficient. Also, I feel like I might be disturbing her so maybe I should leave her be. Any suggestions? 💙 Thank you for the video. Liked and subscribed from the US.
I have wondered something similar about contacting my ancestors of the Famine generation, but am finding that writing is helping. The more I get curious about their lives and historical time, then ask them about their lives and ask them to teach me, the more they reveal their stories to me. When I first tried to contact them, what I got was things like "It isn't for you to know" etc. But slowly the veils seem to be coming down. I don't know if my own brain is making it up, but I am trusting that if I feel their support, it's real. So my un-expert perspective is to be patient, curious, and stay clear about your intention to heal intergenerational hurts (if that is part of it-it is in my case). If we believe that the power of love is greater than fear, then the imposters will take their tricks elsewhere.
Thank you for your stories and questions, Kate. At this Samhain season of 2024 I’m welcoming in a whole new life at age 56. My husband and I just moved to Nova Scotia after being life long NYers. We’ve owned an old farmhouse here for 12 years which called me first in a dream that I caught by the tail with a few lines of poetry when I awoke. This place feels like my homelands in the Catskill mountains where both my parents people lived in the same small town as did 3 generations before them. They were farmers and the land was everything to them. Their people before them came from Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Here I feel both far from home and yet also closer to it as I’m held by this new land by the sea. Here I hope to live more creatively as an artist, more closely knit to my local community and more openly as a Seabhan. 🙏🏼✨🪶
You know, I "talk" to my dad all the time and it's very natural and simple. Sometimes when I'm trying to fix something in my house, I say out loud, "I could use a hand with this, Dada," and I instantly feel connected. I think it could be this easy, and I hope it will be for you!
Eugene Peterson has departed and is no longer with us on earth. But his exhortation: companions don't all have to be alive and You know where you can find dead friends; in cemeteries leaves us with a pearl of great price. Now that he has gone to be with the Lord, his words speak louder than ever when we connect with God’s Holy Spirit. I have received much from researching scripture through the teachings of the departed.😀
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My Uncles raised trees for neighborhood lawns. As young men, they built churches.
When I’m in a church, I appreciate the workmanship in the wood ceilings and doors. I think of them.
When I see a beautiful tree, I see their work. I think of them.
And when I walk through the woods, I think of them, and experience the Church of Nature.
May I just say - you've written a poem here, a love poem to your wonderful uncles. I'm so moved, and thank you for sharing this!
Im of Gael Origin born on Tyneside, England. My daughter revived Samhain 2 years ago. She makes a shrine on the window cill on Oct 31st. She has many pictures of our dead ancestors. She places these on the window cill, alongside personal belongings that belonged to them, jewelry and trinkets etc. She lights a few candles, and places food and drinks, Bread, fruit, milk and Whisky. She says a few words to our ancestors, with her 6 children standing by her side. I did the same this year.
What a beautiful ritual of remembrance and gratitude. Thank you for sharing that with us.
Thank you for this video. It made me realize how much my ancestors gave me during their lives and after their deaths. It is something I have been aware of at times but not given enough attention to. I'm going to notice and try to be more attentive. ❤
I'm so glad, and thank you for telling me. So much nourishment to be had in noticing and remembering.
Hi Kate, I loved your poem "let them in". Your voice alone is very soothing. Your words resonated with my own thoughts. I'm not sure how you popped up on my screen but I suspect my Irish ancestors had a hand in it. Jan
I love that, Jan, and thank you so much for your kindness! ❤
Thank you Kate. Love your videos and fantastic insights and knowledge. 💕
Thank you so much! ❤
I had a very powerfully genetic memory with my Irish ancestry when I was 20 years old. I was in my second year of Art School and had returned from a marvelous 4 months traveling throughout the British Isles. My favorite discovery was at Trinity College in Dublin. The "BOOK OF KELLS " was displayed under glass. There were massive volumes everywhere that could be tilted down onto reading tables, but not removed. Anyway, wonderful library! Being from Canada, never seen such ancient texts.
When I had been home from my travels, studying Celtic Art and crosses and stones, my heart was telling me that I was connecting with my family. Some from County Sligo and some from County Armagh. One day, I was listening to my local Vancouver Coop radio and Irish keening music was being broadcast. Never in my life had I heard such music, and never have since. I was able to sing along, note for note. I KNEW THIS MUSIC.
I wanted to share what a profound effect this experience had upon me.
So grateful to have "found " your celtic channel. ❤
PS. I own a "copy" of the BOOK OF KELLS. I know these illustrations, too.✨️🎃🙏✝️✨️
A blessed Samhain to you.
Let them in!
What memory I would like to honor and celebrate this year.
My beautiful son and my only child and family, passed away a little more than 9 years ago.
I have been working on a series of celtic knot paintings and would like to complete one of them for him. It has 2 yellow endless knots that face each other like a book with golden hinges. 💛 Within one of the knots are dozens of buttercups. We used to hold a single flower under our chins, as children, to see if we loved 🧈 butter? Those were sweet and innocent times Kate. I grieve his death everyday and hope my creative work can celebrate his life in someway.
The title of my painting is
"Protect the Innocent "
Thanks for a beautiful video today Kate, I look forward to seeing more. ❤ 🇮🇪
PS. His name is Bradan, and my name is Martha.
Martha, ARTIST, I celebrate you and your beautiful Bradan, and I think your art sounds amazing and powerful. ❤ PS - we used to hold the buttercups under our chins, too. You're right - so dear and innocent.
@@katechadbournebard Thank you for your kind reply Kate, it means the world to me. 🙏
This is lovely Martha!
Thank you Kate!
Memories…my beautiful and remarkable mother, Deborah, passed away last year. She was a folklorist who brought meaning to every day life and celebrations. I learned about the solstices and equinoxes from her, of Samhain, Imbolg, Bealtaine, and more. How lucky I was to grow up with the Hallowe’en costumes she made me. To grow up making and hanging May baskets. She and my father were among the group that started the still ongoing May Day celebration in Cambridge, MA, in the early 1970’s. She made that first maypole. Flaming pudding at Christmas. So many rich memories. I am so lucky. And she is always with me. 💚💜💚
How lucky and blessed you are to have such a mother - and what beautiful gifts she gave you. I've danced in that May Day celebration and I love knowing that your mother was among those who started it!
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I lost both my parents last year, so I hope they will come visit me this year. Halloween was a special time with them when I was small. My mom would make homemade decorations with me out of construction paper and we'd stick them on the windows and all around the kitchen. My dad would take me trick-or-treating. He said that every year, I'd say, "That was the best Halloween ever!" ❤ Such wonderful memories this time of year.
Sorry for you losses. I do not have my parents here anymore either. The first few years were really hard, but it does get some easier. However, miss them everyday. Sounds like you had a wonderful childhood and wonderful parents
They sound like wonderful parents and have given you such special memories. I am truly sorry to hear of this hard loss for you and hope that these memories are helping. I'm grateful to you for sharing them with us. ❤
Dear Kate
My mother left this earth in 1960 when I was but 9 years old. I miss her everyday. Her picture is still displayed in my room. I talk to my daughters and grandsons about her so often. I love that her spirit is still with me. I hope that she’s proud of her daughter. I have been very blessed by her fine example. Thank you for what you do. We are of Irish decent. In fact you and I look very much alike. ( red hair, face shape, eyes).
Hello my sister from another family! May I be so bold to say: I feel sure your mother is proud of her daughter ❤
'Samhain (Let Them In)' is a lovely song. It is soothing and haunting at the same time. Though there are many I could mention I will focus on my mother, her mother and my paternal grandmother. My mother was half Irish; her mother was 100%. My paternal grandmother was half Cherokee with spice Island lineage to include Moroccan, and Spanish. Each of them was a night owl, as am I. Autumn every year has/had sparked a special joy and renewed liveliness. The sensuality of sights, sounds and delicious scents are intensified with festivals, baked goods, and the sounds of the owls in the woods. My mother loved to bake bread and sweet treats. We had fun going to festivals, the flea market and anywhere there was warm coffee in the cooler season. Mom and I had a complicated relationship, but we found kindred joy in festive environments. She, as my grandmothers, had a green thumb. I am fortunate to have inherited that trait, though I believe anyone can learn. My maternal grandmother, Sarah, shared so many wonderful stories about her mother who may have been considered a "green witch". People would bring their sick children and family to her for help. My great grandmother knew what to mix and what prayer to speak for healing. Grandmother lamented the fact that she had not jotted down what her lovely mother knew. What a treasure that would have been! Grandmother was magical and could do anything so it would have just been the icing on the cake. My paternal grandmother, Lorene, loved to sit outside on her porch in the evening if wasn't too cold to listen to the night sounds. She was a remarkable woman in so many ways. Her wise words still smack me in the face when necessary. "Thank you, grandma, i needed that!" She had shared that she had witnessed that some in her family had the ability to make furniture levitate. I miss all of them for their wisdom, giggles, and company. When in this physical realm they were very aware to the spiritual one and spoke of it often. I sense them still.
Your life is rich with love, and how wonderful that this season holds so many warm memories for you. Thank you for sharing your mother, Sarah, and Lorene here. Kindred spirits for sure!
I enjoy laying out the soul supper. I dress the table with flowers, a dram of drink, a lamp of some kind,and the plate. Around midnight I say a prayer of farewell and safe travels to those passing through the Vail.
That's beautiful and so tender. Thank you for telling us!
@@katechadbournebard So very welcome
Your channel!! I just discovered you today. I lost my Irish mom 2 years ago and since then I have wanted to really dig deep into the Irish traditions. She sang O Danny Boy to me and gave me so many Irish stories. Her name was Martha Ann Dewey, her mom, my grandmother's name was Euliela Cecelia Haughton, she was first generation born in America. I also, just lost my dad 7 months ago....He wasn't Irish, his name was Clifford. I miss them both and am so blessed that I was able to have both of them into my early 60's. Thank you for your sweet channel. I really want to embrace my 67% Irish bloodline.
Thank you for bringing Martha, Euliela, and Clifford into our circle here. They sound like marvelous people and a real blessing in your life. Here's to you embracing that 67%!
You are an amazing storyteller, Kate. You brought tears to my eyes with your reading of ‘Let them in’ 💛
@@bernadettecassidy3620 Thank you, Bernadette. That means the world to me! ❤️
thank you. lovely to listen to you. cheers
I have just discovered your channel to my joy. It is a delight to hear you recite excerpts from your own book and those of fellow folklorists. Your soft and gentle accent (I’m guessing anywhere from Newfoundland to New England) lends itself beautifully to the tales and customs of Ireland. I’m now seventy and living in England but I still observe some of the customs from my home in County Antrim. A fire is lit, the mirrors are covered in cloth so as not to reflect the spirits and there is nuts and apple cake; a curtain ring baked within to determine who would be the next to marry, to feast on. You reminded me of the tricks of the boys who would knock on doors and run away, usually after hiding or upturning something. Thank you.
Oh, Jackie - I'm so grateful to you for sharing these memories. Thank you! And how beautiful is County Antrim - a very special place. ❤
Thank you, Kate.
What a beautiful presentation
I particularly was very moved by your poem
I listened to it several times, I think it’s certainly Something I will use to help my ancestors draw close.
I live alone, ( apart from my beautiful doggie) I do have two grown-up children that have their own lives, I have no living relatives whatsoever.
Knowing that my ancestors draw close is a real comfort
to me, never fearing them
I understand your feelings when talking about your father, my father passed away when I was 21, I’m 58 now and still think back to his wise words and the philosophy he instilled in me.
Really enjoying your videos
And I thank you again ❤☘️
Thank you so much for your kindness and for telling me that my poem helped put you in touch with your own beloved dead. I love hearing about your dad and the gifts he imparted to you. Please give your doggie a pat from me. Pet company is so dear and so sweet! Glad you're here with us!
So beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us.
💙💚❤️🌹🥰😘 I love you
To cheer myself, especially at this dark time of year, I let in the spirits of my Mom, my husband and my sister by playing the music they loved. I recreate the cozy, loving atmosphere of long ago in my house. Mom and my sister loved easy listening, like "Living Strings" and Percy Faith. My husband, a Hungarian-American, loved Hungarian music, which really warms me in late autumn or winter. I remember so well my mom in the mornings before my sisters and brothers and I headed off to school. She'd have her kitchen radio on while she sipped her coffee and made sure our breakfast was ready. My sister used to have tea with me at her house while soft music was playing. After a hard day at work, my husband used to sit in his Lazy Boy, sipping wine and listening to Hungarian music while I got supper ready. Wonderful, cozy memories of love! Oh, and BTW, I have a "shrine" on my dresser top. Pictures of my mom, sister and husband, fake marigolds, LED candles, and a holy card of the risen Jesus talking to Mary Magdalene.
Your way of connecting with them is ingenious and beautiful, and a great tip for all of us to boot. Thank you for that! And just to say - I visited Hungary this summer and fell in love with the swirling gypsy music played by the Lugosi Band, so I can see why that spicy music warms you over the winter. :)
Hi Kate ❤ I remembered my maternal grandmother. By the time I was born she'd already passed away, sadly. But she remained very much alive in my heart. I feel connected to her, to her spirit, even though I haven't met her physically. Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to hug her, or to hear her voice or to see her smiling to me. It's not exactly a memory from the past, but it is a sense of the unknown, of the mystery behind living and dying. Thank you so much for this ❤
That is beautiful, every bit of it, and I want to salute you for tapping into the power of your imagination to connect with her. I love to remember that imagination is right next door to intuition. Yours is powerful! Thank you for this.
In Jamaica it is the same thing. Hallows day and eve we stay in house, don't climb trees, etc as it is believed the ghosts are active on that day
Oh, I love learning that - thank you! Is there a special reason why you don't climb trees at this time?
Dear Kate..thank you so much for another video............I always listen to you spellbound...........Blessings and Greetings from Daggy,Kiel,Germany☘☘☘my husband died 10 years ago....but sometimes at night he sits on my bed for a short visit...than i say to him: fine that you look after me....I am ok,now you can go..............he smiles and thats it........
Daggy, my friend, your words touch my heart. I am so glad you have this love in your life and I’m so grateful to you for telling me about it. You are kind! ❤️
I do think of my family as well. Especially my Irish family. Last Irish names were Bresnahan, o’Shea, and O’Neill. With some redheads sprinkled in, like myself. I look around my house at 66 and see the items like figurines, furniture, small and precious items that I’ve been gifted by them as they have been long gone. I explain out to my young adult son all the family stories both the good and the bad from the old sod. The portrait of my uncle Bill when he was in the Navy back during World War II, which hangs on the wall behind my chair makes me smile as when I was in my 20s. I would visit my aunt in Ohio and uncle Bill live there as well and I remember when he would wake up at 10 o’clock in the morning I’d scream, uncle Bill and I’d run up at 32 years old and give him a big hug and he always said G dammit Kevin get off of me!😂😂😂. I guess for me, Samhain is all the time.
@@theseriousprepper4372 I think you’re right: you live with this sense of connection and cherishing year-round. Family love is a tremendous blessing and a treasure, and you share it with us here. Thank you, my friend 🍀
Go raibh maith agat Mer Cait! I think the fairies had some fun with our mailbox last night, as it now sit in the garden! The idea of bringing them home, remembering our loved ones that passed, is so powerful. Keeping those connections strong enriches my sense of self. My mother’s apple crisp and my father’s love of song are ways I keep their spirits alive in my heart. Happiest birthday to you Mo chara!
Go raibh céad míle maith agat a Shibéal a chara! Agus tá mé fíor- bhuíoch díot as do charta álainn gleoite ❤️ I love hearing about your creative parents and the way you remember them. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree 🍎
Kate, I've really loved these Samhain posts you've made. After I finished watching this third one, I recognized some kind of peaceful encircling of my self and spirit, that ought to be in our lives this time of year. I realized how scattered I've been, and I thank you for bringing me home!
-- Dawn
Dawn, I am truly grateful for your kind words about this Samhain series. It's a joy for me to share these things with you, and knowing that these videos have helped you feel more grounded and at home, is a wonderful gift to me. Thank you so much!
My dad pronounced perfect as “perfeck”. I’ve often thought about how on point that pronunciation was. Few things are in such a state that they cannot be improved upon, but it can still be really great. How I miss that guy!
He sounds lovely and wise and funny in the best way. Thank you for "bringing" him here.
Wonderful video & discussion! Thank you❤️♾️❤️
Glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for telling me!
I remember my step-father, Fred, who was the first person in my family to understand my politics. I didn't meet him until I had already had my first child, but his support meant so much to me.
What a blessing. Bravo, Fred, for being one who understands. Thank you for "bringing" him here.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and Garlic teachings! "May your kind words continue to infinity.😊. You awaken and inspire me! I believe words weave a magical spell around us. The day before yesterday a Scotsman began talking out loud to me as if he knew me? The waiter who was Asian said he had his DNA done and had Scottish and Irish ancestry. Then the Scottish man said we were all one. I am going to try to use words more creatively and humorously! ❤ slancha
Having taken English Literature from a Scottish teacher, she read the whole book out loud which really made me love poems. Wordsworth "I wandered lonely as a cloud". It is a poem I liked memorizing. 😂. As I age, I still see myself younger. I would like to send you one of my poems but can only send it via my phone. Do you have an email? As my laptop was hacked and I cannot use it. All now, Avanlee
Avanlee, sounds like you are in a beautiful web of synchronicity!
New subscriber, your Irish wisdom touched my spirit. I'm Irish American and love learning the folklore
Thank you so much for your kindness and encouragement!
So wholesome and endearing . Thank you
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My father, the Boston Harbor lobsterman and yachtsman, demonstrated his knowledge of the sea by participating in Predicted Log Contests. The goal was to chart your course point to point around the harbor, predicting your times to each point at your appointed speed. You had to take into account your knowledge of the tides, currents, and the expected wind. He was very good at it.
That sounds like half art and half science with a hearty dose of sea-wisdom thrown in. I love hearing about him, a chara dhil.
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Hello Kate, Just a polite question. I have always said “Samhain” pronouncing the ‘M’ , is this incorrect? Am I pronouncing the word incorrectly? I am from the UK and have total belief in all of the folklore of the Seasons, most especially the folklore of the end of the summer season. I was born on November 1st in 1952 and have great respect and love for my ancestors and their Pagan and Christian beliefs…they made me who I am and are around me all of the time. I wish I could see them.but they are here with me anyway. Thank You for another fabulous video. XX
Hello, and no problem at all; good to ask! In Irish, that "mh" sound often turns out to sound like a W (not always, but definitely in this case). So it sounds like SOW-EN (sow like the pig rather than like sowing corn). Thank you for being here, Patricia. It's lovely to be in touch!
Thank You so much Kate XX
My Nanna Thomas before she passed away whispered into my mum's ear that she would come back as a Robin, I actually wrote a poem about it, I will have to find it but every time I see a Robin I believe it's her, looking out for me.
That's beautiful! Visits like that mean so much. ❤
I'd like to contact a great great grandmother who I never met. She was from Cork and emigrated to the US. I have a rosary that might have belonged to her.
I've read warnings against trying to contact those who've passed on because imposters with ill intent might show up instead. I'm a little afraid of attempting contact because I'm not sure what type of protections to put up or how I would know they were sufficient. Also, I feel like I might be disturbing her so maybe I should leave her be.
Any suggestions?
💙 Thank you for the video. Liked and subscribed from the US.
I have wondered something similar about contacting my ancestors of the Famine generation, but am finding that writing is helping. The more I get curious about their lives and historical time, then ask them about their lives and ask them to teach me, the more they reveal their stories to me. When I first tried to contact them, what I got was things like "It isn't for you to know" etc. But slowly the veils seem to be coming down. I don't know if my own brain is making it up, but I am trusting that if I feel their support, it's real. So my un-expert perspective is to be patient, curious, and stay clear about your intention to heal intergenerational hurts (if that is part of it-it is in my case). If we believe that the power of love is greater than fear, then the imposters will take their tricks elsewhere.
Thank you for your stories and questions, Kate. At this Samhain season of 2024 I’m welcoming in a whole new life at age 56. My husband and I just moved to Nova Scotia after being life long NYers. We’ve owned an old farmhouse here for 12 years which called me first in a dream that I caught by the tail with a few lines of poetry when I awoke.
This place feels like my homelands in the Catskill mountains where both my parents people lived in the same small town as did 3 generations before them. They were farmers and the land was everything to them. Their people before them came from Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Here I feel both far from home and yet also closer to it as I’m held by this new land by the sea. Here I hope to live more creatively as an artist, more closely knit to my local community and more openly as a Seabhan. 🙏🏼✨🪶
Oh, what a marvelous new chapter you're beginning. I wish you JOY of it!
You know, I "talk" to my dad all the time and it's very natural and simple. Sometimes when I'm trying to fix something in my house, I say out loud, "I could use a hand with this, Dada," and I instantly feel connected. I think it could be this easy, and I hope it will be for you!
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Eugene Peterson has departed and is no longer with us on earth. But his exhortation: companions don't all have to be alive and You know where you can find dead friends; in cemeteries leaves us with a pearl of great price. Now that he has gone to be with the Lord, his words speak louder than ever when we connect with God’s Holy Spirit. I have received much from researching scripture through the teachings of the departed.😀
Wise counsel. Those who have gone before us still have so much to teach us. Thank you, my friend!