I know that St. Pat's is on the 17th....but the Irish blood that my Dad passed on to me is what makes me want to smile when all goes wrong...puts bounce in my steps... and taught me to love the pastoral scene!!!! The Irish are very friendly, helpful, have a good sense of humor overall and are very welcoming to many people! Why not share more than day a year!
While I don't think that stereotyping is the thing to do, I do think that at times it is OK within a family...after all we do pass things on! So growing up with my Dad has taught me that many Irish are talkative, inquisitive about people and places, helpful, open, good company, who tend to hate saying "no" to your face, so they are notoriously indirect when it comes to criticism or rejection. Time keeping is often seen as a very honorable aspiration but nobody really expects an eight o'clock meeting to start at eight! Definitely philosophical about life, the universe and all of that and, like anywhere else, some of us are just plain boring!!
The final trait that I carry....I grew up when blond hair and blue eyes were the greatest gift a girl could have! Here too, I have the “mark” of the Irish! I grew up as a 'carrot top”, green eyes and FRECKLES to go with it! Though many times I have longed to to wish it weren't so, today I wouldn't change a thing! In fact I actually wish that my gray hair were actually red again!
So I plan to celebrate this part of me longer than just on Sunday...the memories that I have had with my Dad are worth more than the effort!
The Leprechauns are Marching
The Leprechauns are marching,
They're marching down the hall,
They're marching on the ceiling,
They're marching on the wall.
They're marching two by two,
And now it's four by four,
You say you still can't see them?
Move back! Here come some more!
The leprechauns are marching,
I think it's three by three.
Just close your eyes and try now
To visualize with me.
Their merry little feet
Will never miss a beat.
They're very tricky fellows.
Look out! They're under the sheet!
May the saint protect ye-
An' sorrow neglect ye,
An' bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect ye
t' all that belong to ye,
An long life t' yer honor-
That's the end of my song t' ye!