My Irish eyes are smiling.
Yes, I have an Irish heritage, one that I am proud of, even if I hardly know anything about it. What I do know is that my maiden name is as Irish as you can get and I am quite certain hundreds of years ago there was some ancestor of mine living in Ireland and quite possibly there was an O' in front of the name.
I know that at some point someone got on a boat and made it to the good ole United States. I am thankful for that fact, I am sure Ireland is a beautiful place, but I am thankful to be living here for sure.
Loving history like I do, there is a part of me that just longs to delve into a study of our family's genealogy, put faces and names and life stories to all the bits and pieces of information I have begun to gather through the years. I would love to travel to Ireland and see the places, smell the countryside, and gaze at the sea from that side, stand where my ancestors stood before they set sail for America.
Every year, St Patrick's Day rolls around and I feel that Irish pride start to rise inside of my heart. It is an odd circumstance to be in; I am not Catholic, don't drink, never been into a party scene, about the only thing I can really celebrate on that day is the color green. Thankfully, it has always been a favorite color of mine. To honor the day, I bake shamrock cookies, decorated green of course, wear green, carry my shamrock purse, play U2 loudly in the car and make a "green meal' that night for my family. No, it is not a raucous celebration, no drunken brawls in my world, no loud partying in the living room, but it is a celebration of my Irish pride nonetheless.
I am proud of my heritage and the people who paved the way for me to enter the world. I don't know who they are, what they looked like,what they thought or even how they lived their lives. Maybe they lived by the sea in a stone cottage with a thatched roof or maybe they lived in a tenant building in the dirty city. Maybe they were rich and fancy or impoverished, living one meal to the next. It would be such fun to flesh out their stories, maybe one day I will have the time. Today, on this St. Patrick's Day, I am reminded of them and the thread that ties our lives together. My heart is thankful for them and the direction and the decisions they made in their lives. They have helped make me who I am today.
Happy St. Patrick's Day -- I hope you enjoy your celebration, in whatever form that takes for you.
Don't pinch me- I am wearing green -- and go ahead - KISS ME - I'm IRISH!!!
Bev
Yes, I have an Irish heritage, one that I am proud of, even if I hardly know anything about it. What I do know is that my maiden name is as Irish as you can get and I am quite certain hundreds of years ago there was some ancestor of mine living in Ireland and quite possibly there was an O' in front of the name.
I know that at some point someone got on a boat and made it to the good ole United States. I am thankful for that fact, I am sure Ireland is a beautiful place, but I am thankful to be living here for sure.
Loving history like I do, there is a part of me that just longs to delve into a study of our family's genealogy, put faces and names and life stories to all the bits and pieces of information I have begun to gather through the years. I would love to travel to Ireland and see the places, smell the countryside, and gaze at the sea from that side, stand where my ancestors stood before they set sail for America.
Every year, St Patrick's Day rolls around and I feel that Irish pride start to rise inside of my heart. It is an odd circumstance to be in; I am not Catholic, don't drink, never been into a party scene, about the only thing I can really celebrate on that day is the color green. Thankfully, it has always been a favorite color of mine. To honor the day, I bake shamrock cookies, decorated green of course, wear green, carry my shamrock purse, play U2 loudly in the car and make a "green meal' that night for my family. No, it is not a raucous celebration, no drunken brawls in my world, no loud partying in the living room, but it is a celebration of my Irish pride nonetheless.
I am proud of my heritage and the people who paved the way for me to enter the world. I don't know who they are, what they looked like,what they thought or even how they lived their lives. Maybe they lived by the sea in a stone cottage with a thatched roof or maybe they lived in a tenant building in the dirty city. Maybe they were rich and fancy or impoverished, living one meal to the next. It would be such fun to flesh out their stories, maybe one day I will have the time. Today, on this St. Patrick's Day, I am reminded of them and the thread that ties our lives together. My heart is thankful for them and the direction and the decisions they made in their lives. They have helped make me who I am today.
Happy St. Patrick's Day -- I hope you enjoy your celebration, in whatever form that takes for you.
Don't pinch me- I am wearing green -- and go ahead - KISS ME - I'm IRISH!!!
Bev
2 comments:
Irina has been going around signing things KMMMI. Kiss me my Mom's Irish.
Great couple posts! I've been around but not able to sit still long enough to catch up on reading. I'm glad I finally made time today. And the pork chops recipe?! MMMMMMMMMM!
Happy St. Patty's day - one Irish lass to another :)
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