Mom’s heritage is 100% Norwegian. Dad, on the other hand, brings with him tastes of a number of different cultural mores. He says he is half English and then, equal parts, Scotch, Irish, French, Swiss and German. Having done some of the genealogy, I’m sure the “equal parts” is there because no one quite knows…
At any rate, because he continues to tell us he is blessed with a touch of the Irish, we have always celebrated St. Patrick’s day, mostly with green clothes and green snacks (cup cakes take on a pleasant green hue). Dad did, at one time, fancy himself a writer of limericks, and I keep telling him that, one day, I will search his files deep enough to come up with some of them. Unfortunately, like me, his files are wide and deep and the search itself keeps the content pretty safe.
My partner made a trip to Ireland with his dad many years ago and his dad, in his seventies then, hung upside down to kiss the Blarney Stone. Someday, I will, too. The Blarney Stone kissing site.
For those that celebrated St. Patrick’s Day today, bless you. For those that didn’t, bless you, too. A Traditional Irish Blessing, sent to me by a friend.
