I really never realized that Uncle shared a name with the parade that happened every year. Uncle never seemed to have anything in common with St. Patrick except that he was beautiful. No one ever said that St. Patrick was beautiful, effective, in Ireland, I hear, but I will have to look up if he was beautiful as our Uncle Pat.
I think that we should make patties for St. Paddy's day. Don't you think that would be a wonderful West Indian comraderie with our Irish roots to make patties? I won't be home, so that is my excuse.
Elyse made something that I could've put in patties, last night, "bless her heart".
We are learning that "bless your heart" is what you say in the south when people mess up and you would castigate them, but your good breeding won't allow it. So bless her heart means that, she tried.:)
I go to work at 11:30 so my woman daughter is a great helper in the kitchen and her Irish eyes are smiling,(she's 1/8th Magee) she likes to remind us all. Her Grandma Rosalee was a chef and a green eyed beauty and she always makes us remember that we must celebrate St. Paddy. So I will make patties and she will say, Mom! bless your heart. :)
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