When I was in elementary school, St. Patrick’s Day was the day you made certain you wore green. I don’t know who made up the rules but everyone knew them. You had to wear green. If you forgot, you could make do with anything you could find on the way – leaves, grass, clover. You could even make something from paper and color it green. Just as long as you had something – even if it was the teeniest tiniest bit of green, then you were deemed safe - safe from pinches. Yep, I remember those days when you got pinched if you forgot to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day.
Now those days are behind me and I wonder if there might just be a bit o’ Irish in my family. I’m not certain, but on a day like today, it seems like a lot of people want to be Irish. I like the Irish accent, but then I like most any accent. To me accents are aural postcards from places far away. And I’ve never been to Ireland but I’ve seen photos of some of its wonderfully green landscapes.
I think I’ll try to make the case for a bit o’ Irish in my family tree. Let’s see we have two Patricks, one Irvin, one Claire, and a Thomas or two. I’m fairly certain that’s not going to be enough. I’ll have to check into that some more. Right now, I’m trying to remember what I have to wear in my closet that is green. Old habits die hard.
In the meantime, I leave you with two things –
this Spring of 2007 photo of a little fellow I called Tiernan O’Kelly
and this Irish blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
There now, I think that’s a sufficient amount of green to declare this blog a Pinch-Free Zone.
Have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day!