My grandmother raised in Belfast not allowed to go to school or church. Never learned to read and write. She came in around 1917 and her brother took her in Boston. My Fate? Her sister bailed out at the last minute and grandma went to America instead. Hard worker, helped people, loved the church and loved America. I lived with here when I went to college. Never forget the brogue, her kindness, the map of Ireland on her face and the bluest eyes....