Today I'm headed into the big city (Seattle) to watch the St. Patrick's Day parade. For dinner I'm having Corned Beef (I know it's not technically not Irish) and potatoes...washed down by a bottle of Smithwick's.
I think learning the right lessons from one's heritage is important. Every heritage is filled with things to celebrate and things to abhor and the Irish are no exception. My own family came to North America not because of poverty and famine but rather to embrace an opportunity to leave the strife caused by being Protestant Irish...just to live in Canada. To think living in Canada is an upgrade, you'd have to be pretty bad off.
The lessons I learn from being Irish are...know when you're on a sinking ship and go find a better opportunity...even if it's Canada.
3 comments:
Happy Saint Patrick's Day! Belated, that is.
i have a very small dose of irish on mom's side(i try to ignore it).
the legend has it:
he was tired of being a protestant in catholic ireland, so got on the boat, met a catholic gal from scotland,married her, and converted. as it turned out, he became very devout.
my grandmother(it was her grandfather) says he was the epitome of what a catholic man should be.
Gino- When you say "dose of Irish" you mean Killians, right?
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