|It's hard to mistake me for anything other than Irish.|
One reason I've disliked the holiday is I don't drink. Another is the history of the Irish people. No one was wearing any 'Kiss Me I'm Irish!' shirts when Americans were lobbying to close their borders to the Irish during the famine. For a long time the only decoration with the word 'Irish' were the 'Irish Need Not Apply' signs businesses hung in their windows. Now that we're considered human, everyone wants to wear green and come to our parade? Yet another reason is the history of St. Patrick himself. Driving out the snakes from Ireland is a charming euphemism for persecuting the pagans. St. Patrick was one of the first in a long line of English men who told the Irish how to behave, and we celebrate him? I'm Catholic, let me tell you, we've got better saints we could be celebrating. Many Catholics pray daily to St. Anthony, St. Francis, and St. Jude respectively to find our car keys, protect our pets, and win us the lottery. And do we honor them with so much as an ice cream cone?
I have to pause here to share that Preston just sent me a text, "I hate St. Patrick's day, I wish it were dead."
Last night I laid in bed anticipating the day. I don't like being a downer, and I thought back to when I was little and St. Patrick's Day was one of my favorite days of the year. Why was that? What happened? Travel back in time with me to five year old Georgia Dunn, won't you?
|There I am, gooney smile and all!|
We would find me dressed in a green Osh-Kosh-B-Gosh number, socks with shamrocks, green ribbons in my pigtails. You should know when I was very little I misunderstood leprechauns. (I blame the 80's tv show the Littles for this). I didn't categorize leprechauns with fairies, unicorns, and elves which I hoped were real, I somehow managed to lump them in with mice, ants, and moths which I knew were real. Like any morning my father was going to come up from the basement and tell Mom, "Candy, call the exterminator! We've got leprechauns." I awaited this as excitedly as I hoped we'd be infested with mice which I knew from books were soft, adorable creatures. I imagined I would sneak down into the basement and catch a glimpse of leprechauns dancing in little circles, playing tiny fiddles, and quickly warn them of their fate---"Run! My parents think you're going to chew through the wires and poop everywhere! A man is coming with leprechaun traps! Quick, follow me, we'll have adventures in the garden!" (Later my parents would spray for leprechauns in the garden).
|Magic was serious business when I was little. Here I am|
fueling up on sugar to stay awake on Christmas Eve,
not realizing I've been duped with a diet soda.
When my mother would snap the buckle on my corduroy overalls in place St. Patrick's day morning she'd whisper, "look out for leprechauns today! This is the one day of the year you can be certain they'll be about. If you see one follow it back to its pot of gold, okay?"
I would solemnly promise, cross my heart. Bees made honey, leprechauns made gold. Gotcha, check! I'd pick up my Muppets lunchbox and swagger into pre-school. I was obnoxious all day. "I'm wearing green because it's St. Patrick's day. Do you see the mouse on my pin? He's Irish. Do you know I'm actually Irish? My family came here from Ireland. We built the mansions in Newport." I thought that was awesome; I didn't get that we built the mansions in Newport because we were cheap labor.
|My Irish Mouse Pin from my school days.|
As I laid in bed, this was the first time I paused. I was really proud back then, and excited because I didn't know the centuries of miserable history or the Debbie O'Downer stories that come as you get older in an Irish family. "And t'en Unc hung himself down by da' river be'cus dere was no socks. Dat was in the year nineteen hundred and twelve---" All I knew was hey, I'm Irish, this day celebrates me and my family. "You're English, what do you have? Boxing Day? Okay, well that sounds like the worst. We're having corned beef tonight! Do you have leprechauns in your basement? Because I'm pretty sure we do."
|Great-Great Nana Sarah's necklace|
There's that edge again. The annoyance I can't seem to shake. Five year old Georgia didn't have that. Back then the day was all about misunderstood magic and great possibility. Irish magic. An instinctual excitement that had my little fair head bent into any thicket of clovers to scan very, very carefully for itty bitty creatures of the past. Tiny people who had followed us from the old country to chase after new rainbows and harvest gold for us in the young America. Life has a funny way of looping around and showing you all the stuff you grew too old for and scoffed about may have actually been important after all. When you grow too old to believe in magic and the impossibilities, what do you win? Reality. The same dull grey stuff we're all handed and told to accept. No leprechauns, Georgia. And here are some flowers for Santa's grave while we're at it.
It's all about believing though, isn't it? Children get that. They understand it's a choice. Believe, or don't. Believe in magic, or win at having the answer for everything. We get too old to believe because we learn what feeling silly feels like. Can we grow old enough again to not care? I recalled we'd get to Nana's after those car rides and I'd tell her, "We saw a rainbow, but Mom didn't follow it." Nana would wave her cigarette furiously, "Candy, why didn't you follow it? There was probably a pot of gold sitting at the end of it!" Mom would shake her head, "Oh Ma, c'mon." And here in bed last night I remembered, that I believed in leprechauns because Nana whispered to me afterwards, "Your mother's too old to believe, but I know it's true for a fact. My kitchen is filled with leprechauns. They're always turning the faucet back on to drip whenever I leave."
Bravo! Somehow you are always finding a way to put real magic into the things you write, and it makes me feel all glowie inside.ReplyDelete
I get excited for St. Patrick's Day every year, but not for the drinking that everyone thinks is traditional. I'm excited because I'm one of those Irish Catholic New England girls who ran after leprechauns in her back yard and imagined faeries flying in the rafters at church while Father Heaney gave his sermons on Sundays. I'm that girl, and I'm always going to BE that girl. Maybe I don't chase leprechauns and blame them for all the mischief around the house, and maybe I haven't gone to mass in five years or more... but it doesn't mean I don't want to. And it doesn't mean that - just because I had to grow up - St. Patrick's Day has lost it's real reason for me. And that's to celebrate my heritage.
Go us. :D
Also that pendant is lovely. And I can't wait to hear about how your corned beef came out. It's such an easy and delicious meal to make!ReplyDelete
Aww, I remember Father Heaney, he was delightful! I love that you'll always be that girl, Jaime. And I have some magic I'm going to be sharing right now--wonderful, wonderful magic!ReplyDelete
This is such a wonderful post. I have always had mixed feelings about St. Patrick's Day & the way in which it is commonly celebrated. My great-grandmother was from Ireland and I have always wondered under what conditions she came to the United States. Did she really want to come or was it necessity? How was she treated once she got here? How would she feel about her heritage being celebrated in such a superficial way? I have a feeling the answers would be rather disillusioning. I try to be positive about the holiday, but there are all of these nagging doubts. This honestly helped me clarify how & why I feel the way I do about St. Patrick's Day. Oh, and I'm right there with you about St. Patrick himself...ReplyDelete
I'm glad you liked it Mary. I kinda hesitated to write it because I know how popular the holiday is, but I'm so glad I did and that others felt the same!ReplyDelete
I feel similarly about Christmas. Well, not the horrible history attached to it or anything. But because I'm not really Catholic, the existence of Santa was the only stake I had in that day. And once all that magic was gone, I kind of lost interest.ReplyDelete