I love St. Patrick’s Day. Who wouldn’t love a day that celebrates the Irish, usually with a round or two of beer? Mine will be brown, however, not green.
I do have one pet peeve with the way this holiday is celebrated in the US. I cringe every time I walk into a restaurant and see a sign advertising “St. Patty’s Day” specials. Patty is short for Patricia. The proper nickname for Patrick is Paddy, a name once used pejoratively for Irishmen. Now there may be a St. Patricia, and she may have her own special day, I wouldn’t know, I’m not Catholic. But please stop emasculating St. Patrick! After all, he was a gentleman, according to an old sea shanty.
My heritage is about half Irish, though of the Northern, Protestant, Orange variety, who celebrate the 12th of July more than March 17th. When I was growing up in Pittsburgh, my mother and grandmother always insisted we should wear orange on St. Patrick’s Day. Never mind that I look better in green! Then we moved to Southern California and I quickly discovered that not wearing green on March 17th meant complete strangers would pinch you. I rarely made that mistake again. Besides, I look like death warmed over in orange. So I will be wearing Green today.
In 2015, I cruised around the British Isles and spent several days in Ireland. Here are some photos of my favorite Irish places.
Here’s my own St. Patrick’s Day wish for you:
On St. Paddy’s Day,
My wish for you
Is a large bowl
Of Irish stew.
And a pint or two
Of your favorite brew.
And may you be an hour in heaven before the devil knows you’re gone!
What are you doing for St. Patrick’s Day?
Linda / Lyndi