To say that my great grandfather was a n Irishman went back a few generations. His family began their trip tow hat was the the “colonies” in the 1700’s. Yet, they kept their Irish customs, the Irish brogue and considered themselves ” Irish” despite generations of being in America.
I used to give my grandmother a “Saint Patrick’s Day” card every ear. It always brought a smile to er face and a good story of her fathers love for the Irish heritage that had been handed down to him largely by oral history.
My grandmother always loved to hear her father’s laugh when something that aggravated him happened. A a father of 12, he would laugh and ay, “At least I don’t have any red-headed children.”
I always though that was an odd way to be thankful. As the generations progressed, quite a few red-headed descendants appeared. I am sure he would have loved them, and with a jolly Irish laugh, think of another way to be thankful for the little things that go right.
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Sandra Bennett said,
March 18, 2013 @ 12:16 am
I’ve learned that we Irish come in all colors, shapes, and sizes ! 🙂