For a lonesome immigrant, home was the country he or she left behind. For many of us Irish-Americans, our image of home involves a parish, a school and the house we grew up in. Having grown up as part of an extended Catholic family in a neighborhood that included lots of other Irish-American families, when I think of "home," I picture a front porch, a rusty glider, a postage-stamp yard with a patch or two of grass, and a church bell tower poking up...
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