The mornin’ sun is at my back
The wind is fresh and fair
Today I’m bound for Limerick town
My friends are gathered there
And we’ll all wear green
At the top o’ the morn on St. Patrick’s Day
And we’ll all wear green
And a top o’ the mornin’ to you
We used to sing this in wee snail school, but I can’t find a trace of it on the internet. I’d love to learn more about it, and I suspect there are more verses. If you know, please comment!
My friend Trevor mentions the many “lambies” because of a stuffed animal I acquired while we were living together. Lambiepie (Lambie for short) became quite a member of the household. (I admit I strayed down a Shari Lewis path.)
Does this stamp depict a specific rune, or does it just symbolize the many the museum has probably preserved?
A postcard from Mama Snail to her folks in her college days:
June 24, 1977
“So this is Ireland! Arrived Monday, spent the first night in Dun Laoghaire (prn. Dun Larey), then Dublin, then on to County Kerry–Tralee, then to the Dingle peninsula…the last couple nights in Castlegregory on the north coast (nice beaches!) Now we’re on our way to Dingle City, over the Connor Pass. It[‘]s beautiful…and has been very sunny until today. We’ll spend a couple of days around Dingle City on the south coast, then go up through Co. Clare to Co. Galway for a few days, then back to England (Cornwall)–but you’ll hear from me well before that. Say hi to everyone, and Mom–mellow out! Having a great time–the people here are teriffic [sic.], and the beer’s cold (for a change) and the pubs stay open late…”
The only sticker postcard in my entire collection. What a great idea!
As we all know, St. Patrick’s Day has become more widely a celebration of Irish culture than a holy day in honor of the saint credited with converting Ireland to Catholicism. Although she’s not one for the religious version, an Irish friend loathes modern St. Patty’s Day as well. She sees the drunk-fest at home in Dublin as a confirmation of every Irish stereotype.
The complicated nature of the holiday is largely because of the more than 35 million Irish descendants in the United States (about 6 times the current population of Ireland).The nationalistic slant to St. Patrick’s Day evolved from the proud determination of Irish immigrants fleeing the Potato Famine in the mid 1800’s, the first wave of refugees in the United States. Being destitute, most Irish immigrants settled in the cities where their ships dropped anchor, particularly New York, Philadelphia and Boston.
Boston remains the Irish pride capitol of the United States because Irish immigrants and generations of their descendants had an especially tough fight for basic rights due to the longstanding, prosperous Anglo majority there. Considering this history, I thought I’d include some Boston postcards.
1850 would have been in the midst of Potato Famine immigration. Those fresh off the boat mostly lived about a mile from Beacon Hill, in Boston’s North End on the industrial waterfront.
Mama Snail continues to marvel at Boston’s literary legacy in this postcard:
Wherever you are and however you celebrate it, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!