Crum's Castle

Crum's Castle
I'm Goin' To Ireland

I Am Justin Crum

My name is Justin Crum. Through Southern Oregon University, I am on the verge of meeting you soon for my educational travels in Ireland. It is an honor to introduce myself and acknowledge a little about me and what I wish of this adventure.
When I was 23, I found out I was Irish. My Great Grandmother Maxwell explained our linage to me before she passed on. She was almost a hundred years old. Long ago, when the Middle East became enlightened about the world not being flat, the Masonic Forefathers who created this country wrote the Constitution that granted freedom of speech, choice, and religion. A man from Ireland was intrigued about the freedom of a new world beyond the ocean, and so he set sail over the Atlantic. He created family with a beautiful native of these lands before the Westward Expansion began around the birth of this Nation. My Great Grandmother Maxwell came from that linage. I found it out when I was 23, which explained my big, red, wully-bully beard I grew in Alaska a year prior to this. Me discovering I was Irish explained a lot of things though.
And more so, I am from Bandon, Oregon. Just as much as I am Irish by my heritage, my home town is too. Long ago around 1850 or maybe more particularly 1859, there was an Irish Lord named George Bennet. He was a descendent of Thomas Bennet, who was the governor for Baltimore Castle, under Queen Elizabeth the I. Lord Bennet was born in Bandon, Ireland to a very wealthy aristocratic family. To make a long story short, he purchased 400 acres of land and united two different districts on the West Coast of America in Oregon, and named it after his hometown: Bandon. He seen my hometown beaches for himself more than a century before I came to be alive. I always found my power and serenity at these beaches and apparently it resembled the landscape and beauty that reminded Lord Bennet of where he was from, in Cork County.
He also brought Golden Gorse to the lands of Bandon. In 1936, Bandon Oregon had the hugest fire that destroyed the town from opposite ends. The only area that survived the fired of 1936 came to be known as “Old Town.” Which now, is a tourist attraction of downtown gift shops close to the ports. Many people believed the Irish Lord George Bennet to be responsible for spreading the “Golden Shrub” that became the fire hazard that “fanned the flames” of that catastrophe. To him though, gorse itself, was planted to keep Ireland close to his heart while he was here. It also kept cattle within certain perimeters like fencing before it spread out of control like wild fire. And for other aspects of his journeys, Lord Bennet made remarkable work with some of the books or reports he wrote of when he published his experiences in the essays traced to Ireland. He wrote chronicles of his observations and discoveries in Bandon, Oregon. Irish Lord George Bennet was an adventurer and an opportunist, a lot like myself.
I come from a really rare chance in life. Some of the most breath-taking and pain-staking experiences have made me who I am. And to find out that chances of a life-time have me heading to a place I have just as much history from is beyond the most inspirational dream come true. I have always been a very energetic, intelligent, and ambitious person. I am very creative and strong-minded. I love music, nature, wisdom, and conversation (among many other things too, of course). I’m very social and civil. I have always been a lot of fun to be around. I enjoy laughter, humor, and good-hearted hospitable people. I have held that as an impression of the people in Ireland for quite some time. I’m sure they’re feisty too but I guess that is also a part of Irish roots. :)
Of the things that I hope to anticipate during my stay there for a little while, I have a few specific places I’d like to be able to experience. Bandon Ireland in Cork County if possible (of course), I also am very interested in the Giant Causeway, and I honestly want to see castles if I can. Several castles, many castles, any castles. I honestly don’t know about many of the amazing things worth seeing there. And in all humility, I honestly don’t know if my currency will take me as far as my imagination might wish. I know I’ll only be able to see so much while I’m there, regardless of what more I might wish to see once money becomes an obstacle for me (if that happens). Either way, with all things considered, I am truly thrilled about what is to come. I’m honestly in awe that these things are even falling into place for me. I hope to make the most of my time. I’m very down-to-Earth. And I will look forward to seeing you when I do.


Best Regards,
Justin Crum

This Is Me At The Carrick-a-Reed Bridge

This Is Me At The Carrick-a-Reed Bridge
Woulda Love Ta Take Ya With Me ****

~*~WHAT IT IS~*~

Though This Is Technically Called A "Blog," I Refer To It As An 'Internet Book' That Is An Electronic Journal, Diary, or Record of My Adventures In Ireland. Do Not Mind The Length or Language Because I Am Doing This For Myself As Much As I Am Doing This For AHA International Too. I Am Very Honored They Have Gave Me This Opportunity*

And For The Record, I DO Believe In God and Praise The Lord* Regarding all Hardships and Challenges in Life: I Always felt that if God Would Bring You To It, He Will Bring You Through It. I Am A Man of Faith & Ambition and I Have Always Took Inspiration and Motivation Seriously. You Only Have One Life To Live & I Have Made It A Point To Refuse To Let Life And My Dreams Pass Me By. I Have Never Let My Fire Die. And I Was Never Scared or Afraid of Putting Myself In The World I Never Knew. I Never Had Cold Feet To Leave And Pursue My Dreams. This Is An Account That Proves These Things To Be True*

Regardless of Who Knows or Not.

And Below, there are posts that are daily accounts columned by dates along the left side. There is a narrow panel along the right side with many pictures. Below the actually postings on the left that are of every day or every other day, you'll see a link that says, "Older Postings." Most People miss this, but it will link you to the the beginning of my transcriptions that are now considered to be "past-tense." When or if you were to look at older postings, it will throw the layout balance a little off but it shows a lot of what has went on since the moments I was heading to the Bay Area in California as I was on my way to fly to Ireland. Just a way to "backtrack" I guess. Take Care.

And There ain't No Way I Wouldn't Say It: I HAVE THE GREATEST PARENTS IN THE WORLD:

Robert & Connie*

~*My Dad Is A King And My Mother Is An Angel*~

I found this deep in my Computer After I Went To Ireland

I found this deep in my Computer After I Went To Ireland
It was made in 2007. Two years ago... How Strange...

Held Captive To My Dreams...

Held Captive To My Dreams...
And Trapped for What They Mean...

Once You Cross This Bridge ~ Nothing Stays The Same... Celtic Folklore

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My Weekend on a Great Green Travel Bus

For Other Travels… When I went for the Paddy Wagon Tour of Northern Ireland, I ventured to the Carrick-a-Reed Bridge, The Belfast Castle, The Dunlace Castle, Derry, and The Giant’s Causeway.

The Carrick-A-Reed Bridge was the only part of Ireland that reminded me of what a Tropical Lagoon might be like. Nothin’ exotic, but the shore line seemed very ‘aqua.” We walked down a very Gorgeous Trail that eventually lead us all to the passage towards the bridge. This was a rope bridge above two beautiful pieces of land. Beneath the Ariel distance, you could see the Sun shine through very gentle turquoise waves. Once on the other side, you could see Scotland beyond the distance in the far horizon.

The Belfast Castle was quit amazing. I’ve never seen such a sophisticated medieval land of architecture ever. I was kind of dumb-founded. There was gorgeous landscape outside of the Castle, and there was a subtle water fountain within the yard of the Castle. Artistic spiral staircases, relics of ancient history, a restaurant within, and gifts shops at the entrance. I got a fantasy-like poster there. It was also a place where you could look up your Coat-of-Arms. I looked through my mothers maiden name. It was absolutely incredible to find out about your heritage from Irish Decadence.

And The Giant’s Causeway…. I found out why it’s one of the most remarkable places in the World. It is a volcanic phenomenon that is some kind of really rare scientific chance. It actually was formed or created 60 million years ago. I found out that it has just as much mythology, or perhaps more. About the Giants it is name after. And the character’s that seemed petrified in the scene as a whole. A Battle between Scotland’s and Ireland’s Giants. They were 54 feet tall. These beliefs coincided with the ancient and forgotten days of old. When there was an existence with fairies, magical creatures, fawns, beasts, leprachauns, Driuds, Gods, Goddess’, and Heroic Warriors. Things that are passed off as superstition today. I went and ascended several peaks through all these hexagonal pillars. This is probably the chance of a life-time, though I know I’ll be back again. Someday. ; )
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