Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!! Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig!
I have been torturing my very German husband all day by sending him pics like these.
With my beautiful green fingernail polish. He’s jealous.
Because today is the day that the whole world is Irish. And he should be proud to be married to me.
In celebration, I’ll give you all the Irish you’ll ever need right here in one jolly little post.
Because today, we can. We can be as obnoxiously Irish as we want, and everyone has to put up with us.
Here are a few photos from one of my trips to Ireland. My family comes from the beautiful Valentia Island, County Kerry. There’s no other place like it.
The Bold O’Donoghue!
In Ireland, we’re O’Donoghue. Here in America we’re Donohue. And here’s a little ditty I heard this morning on Pandora’s St. Patrick’s Day station. My kids thought I was insane, I was so excited.
“I’ll court her like an Irishman, with me brogue and blarney to
With me rollikin, swollikin, dollikin,wollikin bold O’Donoghue”
For real though, this fabulous article by Dr. Pat MacNamara over at Patheos. If you read one thing, go read this. All of it.:
Novelists and comedians still invoke stereotypes of Irish Catholics taught by ruler-wielding nuns who grow up into drunken, bigoted cops and firemen. But the real Irish Catholic legacy is a hatred for injustice, a commitment to the common good, and what author Maureen Dezell calls the “urge to serve.”
There are endless examples: Cardinal James Gibbons, who championed the right to union membership in the 1800s; Mary Harris “Mother” Jones, the labor activist whose motto was “Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living;” John Corridan, the Jesuit whose fight against corruption was chronicled in the Marlon Brando film, On the Waterfront; the priests and nuns who marched in Selma; Mychal Judge and the numerous Irish-American first responders who gave their lives at Ground Zero.
Everything’s better in Gaelic. The Cup Song in Irish:
And this happy little drink.
1/3 Baileys, 1/3 Kahlua, 1/3 and a tad of Whipped Cream Vodka. Oh my goodness. You can serve in a small tumbler with ice, or chill ahead and serve in a shot glass. But don’t shoot it! IT’S TOO GOOD! Sip. And enjoy.
Perfect your brogue for tonight’s party:
Breastplate of St. Patrick. A truly beautiful prayer:
Fav Irish Movies:
In America (A moving film about Irish immigrants to Harlem in the early ’80s. My favorite, forever.)
The Secret of Roan Inish (10-year-old girl is sent to live with her grandparents in a small fishing village in Donegal, Ireland. She soon learns the local legend that an ancestor of hers married a Selkie – a seal who can turn into a human.)
The Quite Man (A retired American boxer returns to the village where he was born in Ireland, where he finds love.)
Michael Collins (Michael Collins plays a crucial role in the establishment of the Irish Free State in the 1920s)
My Left Foot (Starring the brilliant Daniel Day-Lewis, it is the story of Christy Brown, who was born with cerebral palsy. He learned to paint and write with his only controllable limb – his left foot.)
Darby O’Gill and the Little People (Super silly! My friend Megan introduced our family to this movie. It’s got the lush countryside and guys in hats drinking pints, along with banshees and tricksy leprechauns guarding pots of gold and teasing out riddles.)
Scarlet and the Black (Starring Gregory Peck and Christopher Plummer, Allied POWs escape from Nazi-occupied Rome with the help of a Irish Vatican priest, Fr. Flaherty. Fr. Flaherty was born in Cahersiveen, County Kerry, just on the other side of the bridge from Valentia Island. He’s buried in Kilarney)
What are your favorites? Your traditions, songs, films, etc…. Please share!!!