tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post612761620391728602..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: St. Patrick's Day MemoriesWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-13185103108099379462007-03-19T19:52:00.000-04:002007-03-19T19:52:00.000-04:00Sounds like an awesome trip...one I hope to take s...Sounds like an awesome trip...one I hope to take someday.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-77160700548426130712007-03-17T13:05:00.000-04:002007-03-17T13:05:00.000-04:00For most of my life I believed I was largely Irish...For most of my life I believed I was largely Irish. I felt a deep connection to Ireland and longed to visit it someday. Then my nephew, the geneologist in the family, informed me that the branch of the family which I THOUGHT was Irish was instead German. <BR/><BR/>I still want to go to Ireland and have not desire to see Germany. And at least for today I can embrace my Irish heritage. Or non-heritage, as the case may be.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-14729834342711626882007-03-17T12:51:00.000-04:002007-03-17T12:51:00.000-04:00I'm part Irish, too. My grandparents' names were S...I'm part Irish, too. My grandparents' names were Sloan and McCloskey. I made four loaves of Irish Soda Bread this week and am making Shepherd's Pie for dinner. Top that with a Guinness, and I'm a very happy lass.<BR/><BR/>There aren't very many places in this world that I want to go, but Ireland is one of them. Scotland, too. (I'm a descendant of Robert the Bruce on my dad's side).Joyce Tremelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498392016497131719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-18364382452752635212007-03-17T12:16:00.000-04:002007-03-17T12:16:00.000-04:00When my husband and I were in Ireland, we met an o...When my husband and I were in Ireland, we met an old lad in County Wexford who seemed to want to chat. <BR/><BR/>I said, "I was just telling my husband about some of the Irish superstitions."<BR/><BR/>"Oh, we Irish have no superstitions, Lass," he sang. "Now, where is it that you're headin'?"<BR/><BR/>"We're looking for Loftus Hall," I said.<BR/><BR/>"It's right up the road, there." He gestured to a curvy, uphill climb. "And be careful," he said. "The place is haunted."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-50408064878316501532007-03-17T11:49:00.000-04:002007-03-17T11:49:00.000-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day! Very interesting history ...Happy St. Patrick's Day! <BR/><BR/>Very interesting history and perspective on Ireland, Brian and Jennifer! Someone I used to work with spent her honeymoon in Ireland and loved it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-41808863878059041142007-03-17T10:41:00.000-04:002007-03-17T10:41:00.000-04:00You learn something new every day. I grew up in a...You learn something new every day. I grew up in a part of Lincoln-Larimer that was considered an Italian immigrant neighborhood, and I never realized that "Mullen" was an Italian name! And "Brian" as well. Hmmm. I'm also part Irish -- through my mother's mother's mother, to be exact. If we were matrilineal, that would make me Irish, I think. Or if I'd taken my ex-husband's last name -- McNeeley -- people would think I was Irish. Instead, I kept my birthname, <BR/>"Sestak," so nobody knows what I am. Still, everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's day, so let's wear green and drink beer and drive out all the snakes with shillelaghs and shamrocks -- Erin go bragh!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-78476517878861589732007-03-17T08:15:00.000-04:002007-03-17T08:15:00.000-04:00So, what is it with St. Patrick's Day and the annu...So, what is it with St. Patrick's Day and the annual blizzard? Is that part of the Irish celebration, too?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com