May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow.
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
- One of my fondest memories are my father’s half-serious attempts to convince us that he emigrated directly from the Emerald Isle – braving wild seas and certain death – as but a wee lad.
Unfortunately we kiddies eventually grew wise as we grew older. Dad could never keep his facts straight, and at various retellings his age during his harrowing crossing of the briny deep was 8,12,10, 6 or 4.
He had The Gift of the Blarney, he did.
His emigration tale became a running joke at the dinner table whenever he delightfully trotted it out. “What age were you again?”, was the challenge we would toss his way. Yet it never once seemed to douse Dad’s enthusiasm for the story.
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
Irish soda bread is best eaten several days after baking, and only if left sitting on the kitchen counter protected by nothing more than a draped cloth towel. (I really miss those, Mom!)
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish…
You’re lucky enough!
I have never been to a St. Patty’s Day parade.
- I have yet to tread upon The Ould Sod myself. Someday maybe …
- I hate boiled cabbage! I possess no love for corned beef.
As you slide down the banisters of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.
Until one Saturday afternoon watching The Wide World of Sports, we witnessed the Irish amateur boxing team competing against the U.S. squad. There was an Irish boxer who shared our last name. He was promptly pummeled by his American counterpart.
Later a friend visiting The Ould Sod on vacation brought back a picture of an appliance store in Dublin that also shared our last name.
- I have never had a green beer. Never desired to have one!
And Maureen O’Hara ain’t too hard on the eyes either!
- One of the best books I’ve ever read was Leon Uris‘ Trinity, the story of Ireland’s tragic struggle for independence from Britain and the Protestant-Catholic wars. If you haven’t had the chance, you should read it.
May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.
And may all your friends remember all the favours you are owed!