With that, Mary’s journey that started in Cork, Ireland now ends in Kalispell, Montana.

Mary has been dead for over a hundred years. Everyone she ever knew is gone, and everyone that ever knew her is gone. There are no known pictures of her. Yet it’s undeniable that her stardust lingers all over my family tree. If any of us should happen to cross paths with her in the great hereafter, the discussion should start with “Thank you”.

Speaking of thank you, shoutout to my step-cousin Cindy Wenz who did quite a bit of the heavy lifting here, research-wise.