“St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time — a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.”

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit!

The day is sunny but chilly. The sky is peppered with a few clouds. ‘Tis a lovely day. I’ll be making corned beef and cabbage this afternoon. I have a flow chart, I always do for big dinners. In a bit, I’ll decorate the table. That’s first on the flow chart.

I have had a long connection with St Patrick. My name is totally Irish. Many of my forebears on both sides, maternal and paternal, were Irish. As you know I attended St. Patrick’s Grammar School for eight years. I was a member of St. Patrick’s Shamrocks, a competitive drill team, for seven years. I have been to Ireland twice. One time I went by boat from England to Ireland and rode all over the country by train. I saw more sheep than I had even seen in my entire life. I stayed at B&B’s. Every morning I ate an Irish breakfast except for the beans. When we were in Dingle, we walked and got a couple of rides to Slea Head. The view was spectacular, which doesn’t quite go far enough to describe the beauty. I remember seeing something in the distance. It turned out to be a sheet of rain. There were no hiding places so we got soaked. Luckily a French couple took pity and drove us back to Dingle. My second trip was only for a week with my parents, two aunts and my grandfather who was one generation removed from Ireland. He was in his eighties but was amazing.

One of my favorite Dad stories is when my mother cooked a boiled dinner for him. She delivered it, but he came back to the kitchen looking for potatoes. There were none. They had disintegrated, and she had to give him the bad news. He didn’t take it well.

My parents hosted many St. Patrick’s Day parties. The best part was when everyone starting singing. We were all crammed in the kitchen. The room was hot and smoky so the back door was open. The sounds of Irish songs filled the room. Everybody sang. I knew most of the songs thanks to my parents. They threw the best parties.

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8 Comments on ““St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time — a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I wish You the same 🙂

    Saint Patrick has become more well known over here, mostly because people see it as a reason to party of course 🙂 🙂

    We have quite the opposite weather over here, very windy, almost storm I think, heavy showers and actually some sunshine in between, still with heavy raining during the sunshine.It would have felt rather warm if it wasn’t for the wind. Tomorrow will be cold with sleet so I guess one can see this as rather nice weather anyway 🙂

    Have a great dinner!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Thank you!!

      I think it is a great reason to raise your glass and party but make sure you wear a bit of green.

      We have no wind, not even a small breeze. It is just chilly. I opened the front door so the morning sun could stream through. It felt so warm. The cats used to love to sleep in the sun on the rug by the door. Henry looks out the door and barks if he hears or sees anything.

      The weather for the next few days should e like today’s. I really would like one warm day!!

      Take care!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    My “boiled” dinner is in the crock pot without additional fluid or the cabbage. I’m pretty sure my potatoes won’t disintegrate but it would be okay if they did. I don’t like cabbage to be cooked with everything else so it gets cooked separately. This year, I’ve decided to do Brussels sprouts instead. I’m calling them baby cabbages. Close enough. 😀
    Same weather up here. Mostly cloudy with big patches of blue sky and a pretty stiff, cold wind. The birds are singing. Green shoots are beginning peek up out of the ground and the vicious roses are budding. Spring is pushing its way in.
    Enjoy your St Patrick’s Day meal and the rest of the day as well.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Everything was delicious. It was a wonderful evening. We ate then played our usual Sunday night games. We were all winners. We also all got leftovers, main meal and dessert. I’m taking a break from cleaning up, only the big pot is left.

      Spring is definitely banging on winter’s door. I saw the tops of the day lily shoots on the side of the yard. I just wish it would get warmer.

      Henry hid out all evening. He did come to get a treat from me then hid again. I think I need more company so he can get used to people.

      Enjoy the day!

  3. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    You don’t have to be Irish or Catholic to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. I would gladly forego green beer for a Guinness Stout and a corned beef and cabbage dinner. The Irish made their way to North America to escape the terrible potato famine in the 19th century and helped to settle the west and fill industrial jobs. Unfortunately, the British have not been very good at giving up their colonies in the 20th century especially their oldest one Ireland. Now that Ireland has its independence and Northern Ireland has remained in the U.K. without the troubles, along comes Brexit to stir up that open border with new conflict.

    Another gorgeous day in the neighborhood. A little warmer than yesterday with less wind.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I agree that you don’t have to be Irish. I was talking to a woman the other day. She said she doesn’t celebrate St. Patrick’s Day because she isn’t Irish. I said everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. She bristly said not me.

      The Irish are not looking forward to Brexit. The border between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland has been totally open. Brexit will change that.

      The day stayed pretty but chilly.

  4. Birgit Says:

    Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
    It’s quite uncommon here, without your blog I wouldn’t know that it’s today.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit

      It is actually pretty big around here, lots of green everywhere. We had a great evening!


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