The Celtic Cross At Ile Grosse

The Celtic Cross at Île Grosse by Michael R. Burch “I actually visited the island and walked across those mass graves [of 30,000 Irish men, women and children], and I played a little tune on me whistle. I found it very peaceful, and there was relief there.” – Paddy Maloney of The Chieftains There was relief there, and release, on Île Grosse in the spreading gorse and the cry of the wild geese . . . There was relief there, without remorse, when the tin whistle lifted its voice in a tune of artless grief, piping achingly high and longingly of an island veiled in myth. And the Celtic cross that stands here tells us, not of their grief, but of their faith and belief— like the last soft breath of evening lifting a fallen leaf. When ravenous famine set all her demons loose, driving men to the seas like lemmings, they sought here the clemency of a better life, or death, and their belief in God was their only wealth. They were proud folk, with only their lives to owe, who sought the liberation of this strange new land. Now they lie here, ragged row on ragged row, with only the shadows of their loved ones close at hand. And each cross, their ancient burden and their glory, reflects the death of sunlight on their story. And their tale is sad—but, O, their faith was grand! Ile Grosse means "Big Island" in French. The island, which lies in the Gulf of Saint Lawrence in Quebec, Canada, acted as a quarantine station for Irish people fleeing the Great Hunger between 1845 and 1849. In 1847 alone, 100, 000 Irish people traveled to Grosse Île to escape starvation, unaware of the hardships they would encounter upon arrival. Keywords/Tags: Ireland, Irish, Immigrant, Immigrants, Immigration, Refuge, Refugee, Refugees, Celtic, Cross, Grave, Faith, Religion, Christianity, Catholic, Hunger, The Hunger, Starvation, Great Famine, Potato Famine, Irish Famine Ships, Quarantine Station, Family, Families