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Manu Forti

It is said that on St. Patrick's day, everyone is Irish. My family's roots are deep in Scotland but when you look at the history of my clan, we came from Ireland sometime around 710 AD.

That was a tribe known as the C'nel Lorne, the progenitors of Clann MacAoidh (or Clan McKay as we are known today). The C'nel Lorne are descended from Aedh, grand-son of the Irish king N'iall.

So I'll celebrate my Irish connection with a sampling from The Edge, a very fun column.

Irish is English set to music.
-- Mary Michael Malloy

What's the use of being Irish if the world doesn't break your heart?
-- John F. Kennedy

I have nothing to declare but my genius.
-- Oscar Wilde, at U.S. customs, upon entering the country in 1881

The Irish don't know what they want and are prepared to fight for it.
-- Sidney Littlewood

If you passed the pub as fast as you passed the chapel, you'd be better off, you little squint.
-- Maureen O'Hara in "The Quiet Man"

The people from Mayo are noted for their shrewdness and smartness. We're a smart, shrewd, poor race. Proud as hell. You don't say, "County Mayo," but "County Mayo, God help us."
-- John Ford


Around 710 AD! Was it summertime? Sheesh! My ancesters were probably mitigrating acroos the Bering Strait. Ok, an exaggeration!

Fascinating geneology!