I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day.  Not even as a small child......My Maternal Great Grandmother was Welsh and you know how much the Welsh feel about the Irish...well, not really.........but that's what my Great Grandma  always used to say.

She would make sure we wore orange on St. Pattty's Day in protest.  There would never be on leaf of cabbage or a slice of corned beef in her kitchen.  And when she was told "everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day", she would let them know in no uncertain terms (but still being a lady) where they could go...because she was NOT Irish nor wished to be.

Oh yes, Great Grandma was a proud woman.  She wore black since the day Uncle Stoshi (Stanley) married Aunt Helen...an Irish-woman, no less!  And that's exactly how Aunt Helen was called till the day Great Grandma died....though she loved her Grandchildren...and her Great Grandchildren.  And God Bless Aunt Helen, because while she was basically shunned, she respected where Great Grandma was coming from.  I don't think Aunt Helen was bothered by it ...or didn't let it show if it did.

We'd have traditional Welsh dishes on St. Patrick's Day, share a glass of wine, and sing Welsh songs.  And of course be told of our ancestors and how Great Grandma came to America.

So anyway, while I do not celebrate St. Patrick's Day and eat, drink, and be merry, I lift my glass and wish ye the Luck of the Irish!