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Today is St.Patrick’s Day..

ABOUT SAINT PATRICK Many folk ask the question ‘Why is the Shamrock the National Flower of Ireland ?’ The reason is that St. Patrick used it to explain the Holy Trinity to the pagans. Saint Patrick is believed to have been born in the late fourth century, and is often confused with Palladius, a bishop who was sent by Pope Celestine in 431 to be the first bishop to the Irish believers in Christ.

Saint Patrick was the patron saint and national apostle of Ireland who is credited with bringing christianity to Ireland. Most of what is known about him comes from his two works, the Confessio, a spiritual autobiography, and his Epistola, a denunciation of British mistreatment of Irish christians. Saint Patrick described himself as a “most humble-minded man, pouring forth a continuous paean of thanks to his Maker for having chosen him as the instrument whereby multitudes who had worshipped idols and unclean things had become the people of God.”

Saint Patrick is most known for driving the snakes from Ireland. It is true there are no snakes in Ireland, but there probably never have been – the island was separated from the rest of the continent at the end of the Ice Age. As in many old pagan religions, serpent symbols were common and often worshipped. Driving the snakes from Ireland was probably symbolic of putting an end to that pagan practice. While not the first to bring christianity to Ireland, it is Patrick who is said to have encountered the Druids at Tara and abolished their pagan rites. The story holds that he converted the warrior chiefs and princes, baptizing them and thousands of their subjects in the “Holy Wells” that still bear this name.

There are several accounts of Saint Patrick’s death. One says that Patrick died at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland, on March 17, 460 A.D. His jawbone was preserved in a silver shrine and was often requested in times of childbirth, epileptic fits, and as a preservative against the “evil eye.” Another account says that St. Patrick ended his days at Glastonbury, England and was buried there. The Chapel of St. Patrick still exists as part of Glastonbury Abbey. Today, many Catholic places of worship all around the world are named after St. Patrick, including cathedrals in New York and Dublin city

Why Saint Patrick’s Day?
Saint Patrick’s Day has come to be associated with everything Irish: anything green and gold, shamrocks and luck. Most importantly, to those who celebrate its intended meaning, St. Patrick’s Day is a traditional day for spiritual renewal and offering prayers for missionaries worldwide.

So, why is it celebrated on March 17th? One theory is that that is the day that St. Patrick died. Since the holiday began in Ireland, it is believed that as the Irish spread out around the world, they took with them their history and celebrations. The biggest observance of all is, of course, in Ireland. With the exception of restaurants and pubs, almost all businesses close on March 17th. Being a religious holiday as well, many Irish attend mass, where March 17th is the traditional day for offering prayers for missionaries worldwide before the serious celebrating begins.

I lived in Ireland for about ten tears and had great celebrations there ..ai…me head.. ๐Ÿ™‚

This is a tattoo on my forearm…A celtic snake…designed by a tattoo artist in Ennis,County Clare. ๐Ÿ™‚

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire –
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire!

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 peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch to your door,
And happiness be guided to your home
By the candle of Christmas.

May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

The above photos are by me and can be found in my Ireland gallery here


Now here is an old drinking song we used to sing in the pubs…not only today the 17th

(also when a brit came in )ย  ๐Ÿ™‚

And these are for some old friends..

6 responses

  1. ” Always remember to forget
    The things that made you sad.
    But never forget to remember
    The things that made you glad.

    Always remember to forget
    The friends that proved untrue.
    But never forget to remember
    Those that have stuck by you.

    Always remember to forget
    The troubles that passed away.
    But never forget to remember
    The blessings that come each day. ”

    very very nice and wise and apply ๐Ÿ™‚

    I wish you a beautiful day ๐Ÿ™‚

    March 17, 2011 at 14:48

    • May those who love us love us.
      And those that donโ€™t love us,
      May God turn their hearts.
      And if He doesnโ€™t turn their hearts,
      May he turn their ankles,
      So weโ€™ll know them by their limping.


      March 17, 2011 at 16:12

  2. Bine te-am gasit don’soara! Am baut si eu cu irlandezi, desi n-am ajuns in Irlanda, si i-am indragit nespus. Astia-s oameni care stiu sa petreaca si nu numai atit, dar le si place ๐Ÿ˜‰ Cu ce m-au ucidizat insa, e limba lor veche din care nu intelegeam nici macar o silaba. O vorbesti?

    March 17, 2011 at 17:55

    • Salut !! Sorry my romanian is not good enough to write..:-(

      Yes the irish have a very special way to enjoy and socialize…it comes through the ages of hardship and poverty and oppression/occupation from the brits…Well..when I lived there I had no problem blending in ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Specially with the ” poitin ” which I could drink as an Irish ..
      I cant speak “gaelic” I know maybe 50 words and some sentences.its not much used anymore except in the west of the country but still they learn it in primary school and you have the option to continue with it.

      SLAINTE.. !!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ ( cheers in Gaelic )

      March 17, 2011 at 19:38

  3. Well, that much I know, the love for the brits ๐Ÿ˜†
    Talking about drinking, I met few Irish ladies in Romania, who came to adopt romanian kids, about 20 years ago, and I know exactly what they like and how ๐Ÿ˜† talking about drinking and partying ๐Ÿ˜‰

    March 17, 2011 at 20:31

    • ๐Ÿ™‚ ah yes ..the ladies…they sure know how to drink and party..sometimes didnt know if they were infected with madcow disease at the time ๐Ÿ™‚

      March 17, 2011 at 20:45

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