Imagine a jigsaw puzzle, or rather imagine a handful of puzzle pieces on a blank slate. That describes my childhood memories. Each piece because they are so few is special. I often revisit this puzzle because it gives insights into myself, my family, and the world around me. Welcome to The Memory Project. In 2019 I recorded a memory for each family member and share it on their birthdays. March 5 Molly Poor Old Ireland Molly was a true friend and ally. She was a year younger than me but that didn’t make a difference. She was smart enough to hold a conversation and she caused me no trouble. The topic of one such conversation was ‘poor old Ireland’. I can’t recall the year but St. Patrick’s Day was near. Mom was busy cleaning and Irish music streamed from the oversized record console: The Wearing of the Green, I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen, A Little Bit of Heaven fell upon the sea one day. Songs that were more sad than happy. Molly a