My grandmother never got a chance to vote because Ireland was not a country at that time. She had come to America around the late 19th century. At the time of the Rising in 1916, she was in her 50s and settled with a family. So, it was an honor to vote today with my grandmother in my thoughts. If only I could sit and talk with her for a bit, I would have lots of questions that I would love to ask.
This is one of the few photos that I have with my grandmother in it. aunt Margaret is on the left, my grandmother is in the middle and my dad holding me. I was her first grandchild. Eventually my two sisters would join our family. The photo was taken in 1953.