Having grandchildren late in life means that they will never really get to know you. This was the case for me and for my children. I never knew my grandparents as they lived and died in Ireland before I had a chance to go there. I might have gone over in 1950 and seen my maternal grandfather Patrick Quinn. He was the only grandparent living when it was possible, after the war, to visit Ireland. Regretfully, I didn’t go when I had the chance, and he died in 1951.
