My great grandfather brought this with him when he fled his native country. We found it this morning when we went through the old trunk that's been lugged around these many generations. Because of this paper, I named my only daughter after the mother country. I named her Erin. And since she hit puberty, her wake-up call has been "Erin go braless!" She hears it on her birthday and on St. Patrick's Day. I called her this morning, and instead of a hello on the other end, she hollered, "Erin gone braless Ma! She's flashing people on the sidewalk below!" I just laughed and said, "Too much green beer last night, eh?"
Okay. Everything you just read is a lie. I thought it was April Fool's Day! How did I totally miss my St. Paddy's Day give-away? I have a storybook for the young 'uns about the lady who swallowed a four leaf clover. I have a little box for the adult winner. Oh, but I am slipping. I missed my Saturday Evening Post. 'Tis a sad day in Katy and Limnerville when I forget the date. Okay again. It's all the pollen and stuff. I am thankful for inhalers and nose sprays and misters (not my mister, but the machine that delivers Albuterol by mist), and inhalation treatments.
For you. It's from my backyard. I cannot take credit for the blessing:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
My St. Pat's Day card! From the good Randall. I be thankin' ya Randall, lad. I'll have a pint for ya later on up the road at the pub. For real, Katy has a pub. And Houston has a St. Patrick's, and green beer flows like water, and there be much pukin' and such behind closed doors.
Do you know that blue is the original color associated with the saint? Do you know why the shamrock is associated with him? You do? Well, top o' the afternoon to ya! I have to start dinner.
Hope yours was a Happy St. Patrick's Day!