A Day of Family Remembrance

Mass card for my Dad.

My Dad passed away one year ago today. It’s never easy to lose a parent, but I’m thankful I was able to be there in Virginia with him in his final stages. It was a long and hard fought battle with carcinoid cancer. Dad loved life and resisted leaving us with all his might.

I really feel for those going through life’s end stages alone during Covid.

As today is Dad’s one-year Anniversary, Aongus and I remembered him; we celebrated his life, our love and our small circle of friends. In the days leading up, we have chatted with relatives on the phone.

Today, we tried to stay busy and make the most of the day. We started late-ish, with a breakfast of blueberry-raspberry, buckwheat pancakes and a side of bacon.

Then Aongus headed out by bike to visit his auntie and I jumped on a Dublin Bike to meet colleagues for a walk around the new campus of TU Dublin.

View of campus from above.
The building my Kevin Street colleagues will move to after Covid.

I got a bit of exercise alongside Damon, John, and Heitor—at a much greater distance from them than unusual. In the past we’d have had our sleeves rolled up building robots!

Masks and 20’ between us each today. Still, it was great to see them and view the progress on TU Dublin’s new buildings!

I went straight from campus to join a virtual mass, said for my father at a church nearby. Aongus had asked the priest at St. Michan’s (Dublin’s oldest Catholic community) to mention him and put in a good word. The Irish are careful about marking anniversaries like these and remembering their forebearers. It was so kind of both him and the priest.

A kind gesture from my sweet partner.
A screenshot of the mass. It was really lovely. Third weekend in October is mission Sunday, and my Dad was a generous donor to such causes.

Drawing can be therapeutic, so I decided to make a couple videos for my Tech Graphics students. The strategy I developed for teaching them Hand Drawing online has been working out well, so far. Hope it holds out! Marks are nice and high and they seem to be learning well.

A lesson in architectural graphics.
Constructing an ellipse.

Mid-day, my friend Cinaria dropped over an amazing home-cooked Arab meal. I met Cinaria via a Facebook discussion on preparing applications for Marie Curie fellowships. She grew up in Kansas and I in Virginia. More recently, she has been doing research on lung cancer here in Dublin. Such admirable work!

Aongus and I had planned to have Cinaria for in for a visit, but a few days ago the government said no more discretionary visits to other’s homes. As it was, I met her on the Quays just long enough to exchange a bag full of goodies she had prepared. I do look forward to having her over as soon as health regulations permit.

Since lockdown, we’ve had only two other people in the flat besides ourselves–a washing machine repairman and a graduate engineer I’ve been mentoring. It will be nice to get back to normal one of these days.

Cinaria dropping lunch by, so very thoughtful!

The meal Cinaria cooked for us was extraordinary! It was clearly cooked with both skill and love. Really lovely flavors!

Cinaria is an amazing cook!

How blessed we are to have friends and health and delicious food during these trying times.

Aongus and I were thoroughly delighted.
Cinaria even baked up dessert! ❤️

Thank you, Cinaria, Damon, John, Heitor, and Auntie Eithne, for helping make our day a positive and uplifting one!

We will end the day with a swim at the gym. Then it’s headlong into another intense week of work.

I may be far from home and family, but I felt surrounded by love today.

Queen for a Day

Queen of Tarts 2

A visit to the Queen of Tarts in the Dublin’s Temple Bar  is always a treat.

I have fond memories of Dr. Pam Eddy’s most recent visit to Dublin and our stop to see “the Queen” together.

In fact, I sent  a little box of raspberry scones home with Dave a couple of weeks ago… he stopped by Pam and Dave’s on his drive home from the airport to deliver the Queen’s best.

Heather’s Day-After-Christmas Feast

Heather spent hours and hours preparing a day-after-Christmas feast.  She made traditional fixings, as well as special vegetarian dishes for herself, and gluten-and-everything-else free dishes for me.  (I got a food allergy test done December 6, and the results have been a real downer for my Christmas meals.)

Toasting Joyce Martin with an Alpine Style Christmas



The Star Barn the day after Christmas 2012.

The Star Barn the day after Christmas 2012.

It seems fitting to celebrate Christmas in Pennsylvania Dutch country with traditions imported from the old world.

In this case, we imported some of them ourselves.  Every year my mom, sister, husband, friend Leslie, and I celebrate Christmas together with raclette for dinner.

Raclette is a specialty that my Swiss host families introduced me to when I was an exchange student there in 1994.  Following that exchange, I returned to Switzerland many times and frequently partook in the cheesy treat.

Dave and I enjoyed raclette together with my former boss’s daughter Simone, in Carona, Switzerland in February 1997. Mom developed the taste for it when the two of us spent Christmas 1996 in Switzerland with the Sterchi and Ehernsperger families.

Before Christmas each year now, Dave and I purchase raclette imported from Switzerland or France by Mandros Foods in Lancaster, PA.  Then we pull out the raclette grill that Dave ordered as a gift for me many years ago (he bought it from a place in Minnesota).  Once my red raclette grill heats up, we melt the cheese in the little pans and eat it along with potatoes and a variety of pickled vegetables.

The first time I ate raclette I’d been in Switzerland just three weeks. The Land Jugend, which works in collaboration with the International Four-H Youth Exchange (IFYE) program to host exchange students from around the world, invited us “up the Alp” for a weekend adventure.  We milked cows, cooked cheese in a huge copper kettle, and celebrated the weekend with a variety of characters who spend their summers on this particular mountaintop.

Our group had assembled in a parking lot in the valley near Wengen, Switzerland.  We had hiked up, up, up — emerging above the tree line to a place where streams form from melting snow and tufts of summer grass peek through the rocky terrain.

We had arrived in the land of Heidi.

You may recall that in the children’s storybook, Heidi and her grandpa went up the Alp with the cows.  They would have lived in a chalette without electricity — milking the cows and storing the milk as cheese — while folks down in the valleys gathered the summer hay.

The Swiss do this so their cows can eat the grass that grows in un-harvestable places, thus preserving the grass in the flatter (harvestable) lands to cut, dry, and store for use in the cold, winter months.

My first raclette was quite authentic:  up on this Alp, in a house where the barn and the living quarters lie under the same roof, we built a roaring August fire.  We placed a half wheel of raclette cheese near the open flame.  Once the exposed surfaces of the cheese wheel melted, we scraped the gooey part onto plates to eat with red-skinned potatoes, gerkins, baby corn, and the like.

Melt, scrape, repeat… all evening long!

My biological family enjoyed the raclette tradition as much as my hosts.  So, we make it part of our Christmas gathering every year now.  In addition to raclette, we often celebrate Christmas with the candleholders that the Sterchi family sent Mom some years back. (In Switzerland, many families use real candles with real flames to light their trees.  When we have a live tree, we do, too, but with tremendous care.)

I was such a lucky kid to be able to live in Switzerland on a cultural immersion program.  I’m incredibly grateful for that five months of 1994 when I had opportunity to live with six wonderful families.  I hope to one day find them all again.

My hosts are listed below. I’ve stayed in contact with the first family, but I’ve lost touch with the others.  (You’ll recall my November blogs about Esther’s visit to Dublin. )

I’ve temporarily gone blank on a couple of names (I’ll come back and fill them in when they return to my mind).  If you can help me locate any of them, please email me at shannonchance (at) wm (dot) edu.

  • Esther, Erich, Anja, Marcus, and Karin Sterchi who live in Ferenberg near Bern (Swiss-German speaking)
  • Nigel, Elsbeth, Jan, and Mike Evershed in LaVaux on Lake Geneva (the French-speaking region)
  • Tommy, Helena, Ramona, and Marion — in Aeschi near Soloturn (Swiss-German speaking)
  • Vreni, Henier, Sabina, and Peter Ehernsperger in Hegi near Winterthur and Zurich (Swiss-German speaking)
  • Maurizio, Lucia, Nora, Francesco, and Alice Lorenzetti in Maggia, Ticino  (the Italian-speaking region)
  • Vreni and Alfred Buchi in Boltshausen, canton Thurgau (Swiss-German speaking)

I am so incredibly thankful to each of these families for taking me in, sharing their traditions, and showing me the ropes of being a global citizen.

I am also eternally grateful to my 4-H extension agent, Dr. Joyce Martin, who made many learning opportunities possible for me in my youth.  Dr. Martin passed away this very morning after a 14-month bout with pancreatic cancer.  She was one of my earliest mentors and she made a world of difference in my life.

Had it not been for Dr. Martin, I might never have been an IFYE.

I have fond memories of traveling with Dr. Martin to the 1985 International Egg and Poultry Convention in Louisville, KY .  I was competing in egg cookery demonstration and — with her coaching and encouragement — I garnered third place in the national competition.  She was so proud because I was one of the youngest participants, and held my own against a group of contestants ranging from 15-19 years old.

I couldn’t have done so well without her!  My parents also helped me prepare (by buying many eggs and by heckling me while I rehearsed so I could learn to ignore distractions).

And, my grandmother (Lillian “Ma” Massie) made huge contributions. Ma hand-sewed my apron and two dresses especially for the trip.  I was the height of 4-H fashion in 1985!

Here’s a little tribute to the family traditions around the world, sent out today in honor of Joyce Martin and Lillian Massie:

Banquet of Thanks in Galway

The beautiful banquet hall at the University of Galway. The university’s president attended and welcomed us all. Here’s a photo of Jimmy O’Brien Moran playing Jonathan Kennedy’s uilleann pipes. What a treat!  Jimmy is a former Fulbright who I got to hear sing at a Fulbright reunion held in Dublin earlier this fall.

Thanksgiving dinner at the University of Galway.

Thrilled to be part of the Fulbright community here in Ireland, I accepted the invitation to Thanksgiving dinner in Galway and hopped on a train headed west.  I saw the event as a chance to see Amanda Bernhard and Jonathan Kennedy (who are studying at the University of Galway) and reunite with the always-interesting Fulbright community.

Shannon Chance, Anne Weadick, Roisin Tiernan, Amanda Kelly, John Madden, and Anne Madden at dinner. Photo by Felix O Murchadha.

The banquet hall at the University is a truly amazing space!  The event felt a bit like being in the movies.

Dinner was delicious: ham and turkey with dressing, root vegetables, potato au gratin, cranberry sauce, and pecan pie!  A real American feast.

At the end of the meal Amanda and Jonathan played a piece, their Irish teacher and mentor sang a song in Irish, and Jimmy O’Brien Moran gave us a tune using Jon’s uilleann pipes.  It’s amazing the talent these Fulbright have!


Jonathan Kennedy and Amanda Bernhard played some Irish music after dinner. Lillis Ó Laoire sang and Jimmy O’Brien Moran played pipes as well.

At the end of the meal Amanda and Jonathan played a piece, Lillis Ó Laoire (their Irish teacher and mentor sang a song in Irish), and Jimmy O’Brien Moran gave us a tune using Jon’s uilleann pipes.  It’s amazing the talent these Fulbright have!

I’ve heard people muse that perhaps Ireland should become the 51st State.  Although Puerto Rico has beaten Ireland to the punch in requesting that position, I sometimes feel that Irish values are so close to our own that perhaps they effectively did become a state some time ago.  Perhaps they actually came in about 35th?



We headed to the Scholars Rest for pints after dinner. Of course!