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Welcome to the weekly post feature originally started by Unknown Mami in which she, I (and hopefully a few more bloggers, linking up) post on comments.  Comments we've made on other blogs or comments others have made on our blogs.  Because some of the best things which happen in the blogosphere happen in the comment box.

I was over visiting my blogging friend Elizabeth on Gifts of the Journey.  Elizabeth has been exploring the family history and found out some surprising facts.  Apparently, she always thought that she was the fourth Elizabeth in a row in her family and then found out that the original Elizabeth was in fact, only 'Bessie', nothing more.  I commented:

See Elizabeth, families often develop stories which are really legends, like the one that got away and the like.  After a couple of tellings, they just become part of the family lore.  But seriously, Bessie is truly a derivative of Elizabeth.  So I don't think you're wrong to say you're the fourth Elizabeth.  Even if she was baptized 'Bessie', she's still an Elizabeth.  Look at all the names that come from it.  Liz, Liza, Beth, Bessie!  In Ireland there is the derivative Eilis pron. aylish, and Isabel is also Elizabeth, I believe.

I dropped in to Looney's blog (he's another old blogging friend) where he was posting about his father, who recently celebrated his 80th birthday.  Looney was somewhat perplexed by the fact that his father, who lost his job recently, is actively looking for another when in fact there's no need.  I commented:

I think it's great that he still wants to work. Just wanting to is enough, whether he can or not is another matter entirely.

I also dropped in on the lovely photographic blog Suil Eile, authored by the wonderful Blogaire.  I found some lovely photos of the St. Patrick's Day parade in Dublin.  They were lovely photographs, full of atmosphere.  I commented:


If it wasn't for you, friend, I'd never have been able to get to the parade this year. Thank you.

It was St. Patrick's Day on the 17th, and I'm a little bit homesick for Ireland these days.  

That's all from my comment post for this week.


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