Now its time for a bit o’ the Irish!
Monday, March 2nd, 2009
St. Patrick’s Day is associated with huge parades, tons of green beer, Irish recipes galore, and even a green river (thank you City of Chicago!). But what’s with people pinching other people who aren’t wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day? It’s called the “St Patrick’s Day Pinch”, a tradition started by school children. They pinch classmates who don’t wear green on this holiday. Wearing green is strictly a U.S. custom, as the color green is not popular in Ireland. Green is connected to the old green flag and a time when Ireland was not free.
Some other St Patrick’s Day traditions include eating Irish food such as Irish Stew, Corned Beef and cabbage and kissing the famous Blarney Stone. Kissing the stone is supposed to give you the ability to talk your way into or out of most anything. The legend says that an old woman cast a spell on the stone to reward a king who had saved her from drowning. Kissing the stone while under the spell gave the king the ability to speak sweetly and convincingly. It’s difficult to reach the stone. People must lie on their back and bend backward or downward, holding iron bars for support.
St. Patrick’s Day customs and traditions vary significantly far and near. Whether you celebrate in a big way or not at all, wear green and clink a toast to the amazing St. Patrick. Remember, a Toast on St. Patty’s day is as much a tradition as anything else. Here are few Irish standards to get you by.
Sláinte!
(Pronounced ‘slawn-cha‘, meaning Health! A common toast in Ireland, the equivalent to ‘Cheers’)
‘Lucky’ Irish Toasts
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish…
You’re lucky enough!
May you have all the happiness and luck that life can hold—
And at the end of all your rainbows may you find a pot of gold.
May your pockets be heavy— Your heart be light,
And may good luck pursue you each morning and night.
Irish Toasts to Friends & Family
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.
There are good ships, and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.
May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.
Here’s to you and yours, And to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done for you and yours!
May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load…
May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road…
And may all your friends remember … all the favors you are owed!
Here’s to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here’s to each lad and his darlin colleen,
Here’s to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless old Ireland,…That’s this Irishman’s toast!
Irish Everyday Toasts
May you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows your dead!
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.
May your heart be light and happy,
May your smile be big and wide,
And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!
Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day.
May neighbours respect you,
Irish Birthday Toasts
May you live to be 100 years, with one extra year to repent.
We drink to your coffin. May it be built from the wood of a hundred year old oak tree that I shall plant tomorrow.
May God grant you many years to live, for sure he must be knowing, the earth has angels all too few and heaven is overflowing…
May the good Lord take a liking to you…
But not too soon!
May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, The foresight to know where you are going, And the insight to know when you have gone too far.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
May misfortune follow you the rest of your life, and never catch up.
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