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St. Pat’s

Posted by Sue on March 17, 2009 in Celebrations, Memories |

This St. Pat's day is bittersweet.This was my Dad's holiday.

My Dad was very proud of his true Irish heritage. Our family is one of the ones that really was from Ireland, not just claimed to be Irish on St. Pat's. To Dad, it was a bigger day than Christmas. When he was still in the work force, he would take off not only St. Pat's day, but also the day after… to recouperate. He spent the day celebrating in a small local Irish bar that surely quadripled its size on St. Pat's by putting tents out in the parking lot and having several extra serving areas.

One of my favorite memories of St. Patrick's Day and my dad was about 28 years ago when I was very pregnant with my youngest daughter. My in-laws had been invited to have supper with my parents, but I'm not sure my father remembered when he extended the invitation that it was on St. Pat's… and that they were German and Norwegian. 

Dad was tall. 6'5" tall. When he didn't show up at home (and back before the day of cell-phones), my Hubs and I were sent to find him and bring him home. We walked in the front of the bar and could see his head sticking up above the crowd near the back of the bar. Unfortunately, he saw us as well. Just like a little kid, he turned and walked the other way, parting the crowd as he fled out the back door. By the time we got to the back of the bar (me trying to get through a wall-to-wall crowd with my large tummy), thinking we'd find him standing outside waiting for us, we were surprised to find no sign of him. Tucking back into the back of the bar, we spy my dad… near the front! It became clear… he was avoiding us. 

Just like rounding up a truant kid, we split up and finally cornered him… and we eventually convinced him to come with us. It wasn't without a fight, tho'! He loved the crowds, the drink, the music, the whole thing. He didn't want his fun to end.

My Dad always wanted to go to Ireland. He wanted to go see where his family came from in County Cork. He wanted to submurge himself. He never went. Someday I hope to go to Ireland and take my Dad… spreading his ashes in the land he loved so much.

11 Comments

  • Sherri says:

    The connection to Ireland for my family is old, but with the last name of Murphy, I can’t completely deny it 😉

    I hope you can take your Dad there one day.

  • Becky says:

    Happy Birthday to your dad and that you can always think of how much fun he had on this day.

  • Jody says:

    I’m sad that your dad never got to see the beauty of County Cork. I hope that one day you can take him (but if you want me to I will, gladly, just let me know).

  • Al says:

    Although my family came to this country with Lord Baltimore’s son, and helped establish the State of Maryland, I was dismayed to find that we weren’t Irish, but Norman.
    But at least this one day of the year, we remain Irish.
    Hope you get to go back to the Auld Sod and bring your dad home some day.
    And have a pint for me!

  • sizzle says:

    I hope you get to Ireland someday- for both of you.

  • Fantastagirl says:

    May you get to Ireland someday – what a wonderful tribute to your Dad to take his ashes with you….

    The Old Irish 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
    May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
    and until we meet again,
    and may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

  • Nat says:

    Sounds like quite the character your dad…
    Hope you make it to Ireland too.
    Hugs.

  • What a lovely post! Happy birthday to your dad.

  • Jan says:

    I know how much you must miss him, Sue.

    I hope your mom is doing well, and your daughter.

    Big hugs to my friend.

  • PlazaJen says:

    I hope you can travel there, too! It would be a wonderful gift to both of you. ((hugs))

  • Sarah says:

    We too are actually from Ireland (some from County Cork as well) and St. Patrick\’s Day is HUGE in our house. We visited years ago when I was a kid and I still have vivid and fond memories. I would love to go back now with my husband (whose family is also from Ireland) and our children.
    BTW, found your blog from a link on \"Brody\’s\" 🙂

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