I document this fascinating tree every year at the Dublin Irish Festival. It holds so many insights into the human condition and spirit. Every year it holds different, diverse, and revealing responses.
Dublin Irish Festival 2017 in Dublin, Ohio.
Filmed and Edited by Eric Homan.
8-6-17: The second big area that I loved to document and archive was the Irish Wishing Tree. Again, the newness of it does wear off through these past few years. I swear that ¼ of the wishes are for “World Peace” and “Happiness”. Yet there are always a few gems amongst those hundreds of colors notes flickering in the breeze. Some of the wishes were so wonderfully innocent and whimsical. “I want a unicorn,” was what my daughter wished for. Others were far more personal, darker, and more cathartic: “I wish for my parents to get along again.” You would read two completely different wishes juxtaposed next to each other: “I wish for my crush to like me” next to “I hope grandpa’s cancer goes away”. So many revolved around peace: “I wish for a peaceful mind”. I couldn’t help but notice several were of an anti-Trump tone, one especially severe: “I hope that Trump dies (and Pence)”. It was like reading someone’s most private wishes for their marriage: “I wish that my husband would relax and enjoy life more.” There was indeed something uniquely voyeuristic and cathartic about reading all those wishes dangling and swirling in the wind. And the branches just kept getting heavier and heavier: “I wish Hannah would give me her Yeti.” (?!?) Some sparked a personal note that I could relate to: “I wish for a good teaching job!” God, that could have been me 20 years ago. “The end of Trump’s reign.” “I wish I could see Jesus.” “I wish that our custody fight was over and we could finally be viewed as a valid family by my stepdaughter’s mother.” “I wish I could stay with Gizmo.” “I wish that everyone gets along.” “I wish to find a purpose (heart).” “To travel the world with Holy Spirit.” “Can I have a pet alligator… and world peace?” Some just drew scribbles and that was their wish from the Wishing Tree. Some wishes fell down to the ground as the day went by. “I wish to marry rich.” “I wish I could have a pig and be happy for the rest of my life.” “I wish for a donut and world peace.” “I wish for a monster truck.” “No More Storms Ever Again!!!!” Some were funny ironic: “I wish the Wish Tree to disappear.” One 3-year-old wished for some tattoos. Every branch held a surprise.