My maternal grandfather was from England and his wife, my grandmother, was Irish.
One of the best memories of my childhood was my mother’s love for St. Patrick’s Day. I hated green, but she would always have me wear something (even just a shamrock pin she made out of felt) and I still do to this day. We had an Irish boiled dinner and she always made the corned beef from scratch starting in early February. I have made them up until last year, though I cheated and bought the brisket all ready to go. I just boiled in the bag for a few hours, took it out and put it back in the pot with the veggies! I have had to go onto a strict almost vegetarian diet until they can get my liver problems sorted out.
So anyway, as I think of my Mom with a little tear in my eye, I will leave you with an Irish blessing.
“May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.”