The Sunday Archive of Retort - Orig. Post 3/16/12
The big daddy of all March hoopla is here …St. Patrick’s Day!
The day when everyone is Irish…or so they say, and it’s everyone’s responsibility to dig out all their garish green sweaters and ties, view and or march in a parade, drink to excess and urinate on a public building, in broad daylight singing…”It’s a great day for the Irish!”
Yes indeed…the Irish are very proud to have you all on board….
I’m half Irish and half Italian, so I only get half excited about the whole thing. It’s a nice thing to be proud of your heritage, as everyone should be, and I do go to the parade and swallow my share of stout in the Irish pubs, but I never understood the whole St. Patrick’s thing.
But that’s probably just me, because admittedly I don’t understand a lot of things.
Part of it may be because I wasn’t really raised with that whole in your face, we’re Irish and you’re not” thing. Both my grandparents on my father’s side came over from the old sod, and settled in this little hometown of mine, but never acted as if they were proud to be anything thing other than naturalized American citizens. Same on the Italian side. There wasn’t a lot of talk about the “good old days” back in the “old country” because I think for the most part, there weren’t all that many of them. That’s pretty much why they came here.
When I would ask my Irish grandma, Nellie, about Ireland she would think for a minute and say, “It was very damp”.
My Irish grandpa, Jim, would add....
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