Personal Narrative - Mother Ireland :: Example Personal Narratives

M new(prenominal) Ireland   My family is olympian to boast a long and rich history mothered by the Emerald islet of Erin, which is Gaelic for Ireland. My familys clan was first called the ONeills, and we inhabited the outskirts of a small colony which now goes by the name of County Cork. We were minstrels, actors and musicians in the courts of our familys home for many generations. An evoke piece of recent history about my family is that we be closely associate to the Kennedys on my fathers side. My grandmother was one of the Davises, who in some way were cogitate intimately to the Fitzgeralds, who were John F. Kennedys mothers close family. And not too many spate know this, but one of the young Kennedy ladies had the good fortune of marrying the noteworthy Mr. Arnold Schwartzenagger.   I wish to go even farther back, though, to the era of the chivalrous Renaissance on the Isle, when my family owned their own lands and estate, and the head of our family was known as one of the first recipers of Ireland. Our familys castle and lands remain standing to this day, but are inhabited by no one for failure to pay twenty million dollars in back taxes over the past three ascorbic acid years. So now our familys castle sits as a tourist attractive feature on the coast of Erin, as a reminder of the rich and old beauty it has brought and will always bring to the Island.   Our family owes its debt of gratitude to one young man. The rule who was living in our familys castle at the time had two tidingss. At the time, having two sons meant that the linguistic rule would have to entrust his lands and properties to one of them when he died. Since the ruler could not decide whom to entrust the castle to, he told them to have ride race around the shores of Roan Innish (Isle of the Seals, a small island glowering the coast of Ireland). So it was determined that whoever was first to touch the shoreline on the other side of the isl and would inherit all of his fathers wealth. Well, the race was long and hard, and the younger son grew so tired that he could not row one instant longer even though he was so close to the shoreline.