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St Patrick’s Day – Reminders of the past

My grandfather was Irish and I was lucky to spend some holidays in Ireland as a child. As I’ve got older I’ve started to forget some of the details yet other memories remain. My grandad’s family lived in a remote village in Donegal so to get there we sometimes would drive, going across on the ferry (from Scotland). I remember on one such ferry I was bought a tin whistle, I loved it but as an adult now, I wonder how many other passengers on the ferry appreciated the purchase of that particular gift – haha.

St Patrick’s Day Toast

Other times we would fly into Londonderry “Derry” Airport. It was strange, going through Derry in the 90’s and 00’s, I distinctly remember seeing armed police officers, something I had never seen before. Yet, my main memories of Derry are of going shopping. It is funny how as a child something that you initially take as odd, is rather quickly accepted.

One of my favourite memories from these holidays was visiting the giant’s causeway and my grandfather telling me the tale of the two giants who spent many years throwing rocks at one another. I think these tales seem to differ a little dependent upon whose telling them but in my grandfather’s version, the Irish giant built the causeway to Scotland, upon arrival he realised the Scottish giant was much bigger and stronger than he had realised. He then scurried back home to hide. His wife came up with a cunning plan and disguised the Irish giant as a baby, when the Scottish giant took one look at him, he realised if that was the baby, the father must be even bigger and quickly returned to Scotland destroying the causeway on the way. My grandfather told me this story when I was very little, perhaps 4 or 5 but I think it was one of the first stories I had heard in which the woman was the hero, the smart one, who ultimately saved the day.

I hope everyone has a great St Patrick’s Day. Time to eat, drink and celebrate the Irish.


For those wanting a little extra fun, I quite enjoyed this article: 7 Surprising St Patrick’s Day Facts

St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated annually on March 17, the anniversary of his death in the fifth century. The Irish have observed this day as a religious holiday for over 1,000 years.

Saint Patrick, who lived during the fifth century, is the patron saint of Ireland and its national apostle. Born in Roman Britain, he was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave at the age of 16. He later escaped, but returned to Ireland and was credited with bringing Christianity to its people.

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KL ❤

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A Little Luck of the Irish

Happy St Patrick’s Day Everyone!

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My grandfather was Irish. I have many wonderful memories of staying with him in the School Holidays. Visiting family and friends, helping out on the farm, and those treasured visits to the beautiful beaches. 

My favourite thing about my Irish family though is they can all tell a story and my grandfather told many. His stories stayed with me through my years, some comical, some fantastical and some completely illogical! Have I ever told you the one about the giant in Ireland throwing rocks at the giant in Scotland?… Well, I’ll save it for another day. My point is he took the time to tell them to me and it is something I cherish and hope one day to do the same with my grandchildren (tell stories that is not throw rocks!).

My grandfather loved nothing more than having a variety of friends and family over for a few drinks and everyone in the room would sit and exchange stories. They would make toasts to celebrate good news and make toasts with a positive spin on any bad news, there was always a reason to smile and cheer and celebrate. For me, this is what St Patrick’s Day means. 

I still love to come across an Irish blessing knowing that it may have been woven into one of the many toasts I overheard. 

“If you do not sow in the spring you will not reap in the autumn.”

“Here’s that we may always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience, and a coin in our pocket.”

“May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, the foresight to know where you’re going and the insight to know when you’re going too far.”

So my toast for this year is, to remember those we have lost with fondest memories, be thankful for those we always have, and those new friends we have found, and be hopeful a little luck of the Irish will come your way and into your heart. 

And May Your Top Shelf be Full of Good Irish Whiskey!