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“I HATE IT WHEN THEY DO THAT!!!”
~Snarp Farkle
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I was surprised to find that green is not the color that you are supposed to wear on St. Patrick's Day... its BLUE! Oh yeah, the wearing of green, that most of us have associated with St. Patrick's Day most of our lives originally meant to wear a ring of three leaf clover around your neck, not four leaf clover or those green beaded shot glasses! Somewhere along the way tradition has been altered, so now we go around wearing silly green shirts, dresses, shoes and hats looking like fools... without any excuse!
However I may actually have an excuse, thanks to my grandparents!
My grandmother was all about St. Patrick's Day, she was quite the gal, always ready to do the “jig”, as she would call it, whenever hearing Irish music no matter what day it was! Grandma always told me that there were Irish in our ancestral line, she thought they were of the “Shanty Irish”, but I could not verify this through her lineage, and I know very little of my grandfather’s family tree. But it would make more sense to me to believe it would be from his side of the family because he had Irish traits like the “call of the wild” in him, and at fourteen he ran away from home and joined the friggen army!
His father finally figured out where he had gone off to and after informing the army that he was only fourteen, they had his father come pick him up and take him home and probably whooped his ass! About a year and a half later he did it again! This time the army informed his father that he was trying to enlist again and his father said that if he was that determined to be there they should just keep him! So they did! [/ezcol_1half]
From what grandma told me, the “call of the wild” wasn’t the only trait my grandfather had, even as a kid she said he smoked a pipe, loved potatoes, the company of ladies, and he really liked to drink… a lot, but not necessarily in that order. Admirable traits that these might be I’m still not sure which side would hold the “Irish Key”, or that Shanty Irish would fit here because if you were to hang lace curtains in your windows, you instantly went from being Shanty-Irish to “Lace-Curtain Irish” and every window in my mother’s, grandmother’s and even my great grandmother’s house always had lace curtains! Hmmm…
My grandmother might have been a little superstitious too; she always had lots of cats, a rabbit’s foot, believed in good luck, loved St. Patrick's Day and was very good at finding four leaf clovers that she said she learned from her mother. She would also sip on a shot of whiskey each night before bed as she read her bible, to help her sleep she was always quick to say! Ha-ha-ha!
So there must have been some kind of Irish influence in the family tree, whether Shanty or Lace doesn’t really matter to me I guess, because grandma always said that on St. Patrick’s Day everyone is Irish! Besides, the admirable traits of both my grandparents got passed down to me!
Thanks grandpa, thanks grandma!
~Snarp