Top o’ the mornin’ to ya all ye fine lads and lassies!
‘Tis the day for wearing funny green hats, fake Irish brogues, and drinking large quantities of Guinness, Bailey’s, and green beer.
In honor of the patron saint of the Emerald Isle, and to pay homage to the land of my great-grandmother, (yup, this lassie actually IS Irish), I thought I might regale you with a little Irish history. First off, St. Patrick was NOT Irish. WHAT?!? Yeppers! St. Patrick is actually believed to have been Roman and grew up in either Scotland or Wales. Legend has it he was kidnapped as a teenager and sold into slavery in Ireland where he worked as a shepherd. Fast forward a few years to freedom, and Maewyn, (his actual name), basically found God and decided to return to Ireland, where it’s rumored he drove out all the snakes.
St. Patrick died on March 17th and the rest is history. Whatever the reason, you have to love any excuse for men dress up in kilts.
America has taken the tradition of St. Patrick’s Day parades and run with it, sometimes to the extreme. Chicago dumps gallons of green coloring into the Chicago River. New York brags as having the oldest and largest parade. Even Disney World gets into full swing green with bands, step dancing, and numerous restaurants offering their unique take on traditional Irish dishes. Wherever you may be, the chance to down some corned beef and cabbage (oh YUCK!), with a side of Bailey’s, (now we’re talking!), is never too far away.
So as I send you off to properly partake of your St. Patty’s festivities, remember these little Irish words of wisdom:
“May you live to be 100 years old, with one extra year to repent.”
I’m thinking it will take a whole lot more than one year in my case!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! Slainte!
Enjoy the ride.