Thursday, March 17, 2011

I love this photo of a St. Patrick's parade in Dublin, Ireland. It is kind of Macabre and so are the ancient legends fairy tales and songs.

I found this one song which comes from The Brodbdingnagian Fairy Tales. But I have heard of the Green and Orange fights before, it is humorous.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.

My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was Green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car, To be made a little Orange man, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, in spite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp,depending where I was.

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs,
much of me mother's joy,
Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.
That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heroes of the Boyne
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em. but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

Background: Andrew This song is one of the few that actually poles fun of the religious differnces of Ireland. He remembers growing up and his dad told him that the Scottish wear orange on St. Patrick's Day. I didn't realize why until a couple years ago. One of the reasons for the division of Ireland into North and South Ireland is because the North is predominately Protestant (Orange) and the South is predominately Catholic (Green).

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Wise old Indian

Getting up at 4 am is becoming a habit all of a sudden. I can not sleep any more and I can't take naps during the day. I am so full of energy! I took a walk this morning a 8 am with the guys and all our dogs. Sandy our new dog, Murphy the neighbor dog and my lil girl Tusa.

I am nice an thin now so I get cold very easily although it was 46 degrees I have long johns on, furry coat hat and gloves. I had to cut my walk short and go back cause my lungs are weak. I need to exercise them the most.

I waited for the guys on my porch with a cup of coffee enjoying the birds singing and the fresh smell of rain.

Monday, March 14, 2011

New Look

Today is truly a new day on blogger for me. I about choked when I came back after the super bowl and saw what I did to my poor blog design. I know, the Super Bowl was a very long time ago. What a mess I had made. Oh well choke it up to living in the spacey zone.

I like my new look cause I am an Irish girl! It fits me to a tee. My O'Neil ancestors which by the way somewhere dropped on of the L's in their name came by boat in the 1800's to the shores of Canada. They really took a long trip in the Canadian frontier. They ended up eventually in British ColumbiaI have a great many relatives up North and most of them are older then me.

But here is to the Irish folk and who ever can relate.

May those who love us love us.

And those that don't love us,

May God turn their hearts.

And if He doesn't turn their hearts,

May he turn their ankles,

So we'll know them by their