2007年NPR美国国家公共电台五月-Ellie Lyden: Mother to an Irish Village

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On May 25th, my aunt Ellie Lyden in Ireland turns 100. I say my aunt, and she is an aunt to me, but she's not really my aunt. When I went back with my grandfather to his ancestral village of Clifden, Ireland in 1986, he was eager to search for his relatives. We found Ellie and her brother Michael cutting turf for the fire across from a whitewashed¹, rose-covered cottage on the Galway road. It wasn't until decades later that I found out that my actual blood relations are most likely to Lydens who operate the local driving school, but by then, Ellie was family. I don't know if we were related. She said that day when I first met her. But we'll just go on as if we were. And so we have. I visited her nearly every year since.

At 100, Ellie makes me think about motherhood. She's never been a mother, nor have I. She's never married, I did only recently. She lived with her brother until he died. Yet she's mothered a whole village in Clifden. And in her way, a whole country, many people have found their way to her door, strangers who became friends. Across that doorstep where the roses grow, and the hydrangeas bloom a cobalt blue, is her hearth². It's now an oil stove where the tea's kept warm. On the walls just the same as the day we met, she keeps the pictures of Padraig Pearse, Gerry Adams, John F. Kennedy and Pope John Paul the 2nd.

Her laugh is still a girlish laugh. Her manner, gentle, and her white hair remains³ so curly. It reminds me of a silvered dandelion's puff⁴. When she was a girl, she wasn't allowed to emigrate. She stayed behind to take care of her mother who lived to be 102. Now, she looks out the very same windows that her mother did.

I think it's elders, like Ellie that Ireland really has to credit. They're the mighty⁵ who hung on when Irish life was grim and grey, riven by poverty and civil war, and suffering outmigration. Everyone who visits her sees the endurance in Ellie. There's a history she knows that others are forgetting, where the English barracks once stood in Clifden when the black and tans torched the town, and how IRA men on the run would come and hide.

For her 100th birthday, besides a private Mass celebrated⁶ at home, she'll be glad for everyday things-knitting socks and mittens⁷, chatting with Maureen, the cousin who cares so well for her. She'll coddle Rosie, her Border collie mix. Perhaps, she'll gather some of the bantam hen's eggs. I expect some of her visitors would be Clifden's younger entrepreneurs, whose Ireland couldn't be more different.

Ireland's changing, Jacky. Ellie tells me every year. Here's no one milking their own cows no more, nor making their own brown bread neither. But she still kneads and bakes that old soda⁸ bread loaf which I carry back with me on the plane.

Elli nurtures⁹ a very traditional piece of Ireland's past. Like all centenarians, she's getting a cash gift and a congratulatory card from the Irish president in Dublin, a city she's never even visited. This weekend, as America celebrates Motherhood, I'm reminded again that it is not only a biological fact; it's a quality of nurturing¹⁰ yourself, others, and a way of life.

And that's something Ellie Lyden has done for the last 100 years.
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hydrangea
[植] 八仙花属
cobalt
[化]钴(符号为Co), 钴类颜料, 由钴制的深蓝色
hearth
壁炉地面, 炉边, 家庭（生活）, 炉膛
dandelion
蒲公英
rive
To break or distress¹¹ (the spirit, for example).
torch
burn maliciously¹², as by arson¹³; "The madman torched the barns"
Mass
1.
a. Public celebration of the Eucharist in the Roman Catholic Church and some Protestant churches.
b. The sacrament of the Eucharist.
2. A musical setting of certain parts of the Mass, especially the Kyrie, Gloria, Credo, Sanctus, and Agnus Dei.
coddle
To treat indulgently; baby. See Synonyms¹⁴ at pamper¹⁵.
collie
A medium-to-large dog of a breed originating in Scotland as a sheepdog, having a long narrow muzzle¹⁶ and either a long thick straight coat or a short hard flat coat, depending on the variety.
bantam
矮脚鸡