St. Patrick’s Day – The Green Day

Garry is about 25% Irish (paternal grandparents were both from Sligo). Not me, though. No Irish, not even a hint. My DNA confirmed what I already knew: Jewish, middle of Europe and a tiny hit of North Africa — but 98.7% Jewish, which is a lot of Jewish.

Trailing ivy
Eucalyptus and more

Garry, on the other hand, is everyman. Garry is the world. If you were to pick someone who looks like everyone, he would be a fine selection.

Trailing Philodendron

When Garry worked, he drank on St. Patrick’s Day. To be fair, he drank every day during those years and the holiday was just a way of gathering more drinkers together into one giant, collective mob of drunks. Some of whom might be Irish, or just as often, not. Pass the bottle.

A green flannel shirt courtesy of L.L. Bean

Nancy Merrill, who actually is Irish, picked “green” for our theme of the week. Although I’m seething a corned beef in the slow-cooker, I couldn’t find anything green to wear, so I’m wearing green earrings and a green turquoise necklace.

Green eucalyptus and a golden flower

I did, however, wander around the house with my OMD and my macro lens, taking as many pictures as I could find indoors which I could consider more green than not. Not every picture was good enough to process, so these are the ones I liked.

And a pair of green earrings …

Green! With some hints of other colors, just to keep things interesting.

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.


    1. Astoemeria. That’s a new one! It’s pretty and very popular with florists. I’m pretty bad at the names of flowers and other plants. I’m better with birds and animals — but awful with people whose names AND faces I can never remember. And never could, so it’s not because I’m old. It’s in there with never knowing where I’m going. It’s a thing.

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      1. Locational dyslexia and facial blindness go together. I have them both as well. Took me years to figure out the facial blindness. I thought I just didn’t pay attention. I have terrible problems with films and tv shows where all the women look Counterpart. Are you watching it? Very good but confusing.


        1. You mean — there’s a name for this? I thought it was just me. I have to actually know someone to remember who they are. I think Garry has the same problem, but he always ascribed it to being in media and knowing too many people to remember them. NEITHER of us can find our way anywhere. Even with a GPS — which is embarrassing. This is an actual thing?

          After all these years of thinking there was something wrong with me … and there actually IS something wrong with me. What a relief!

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          1. Ha. I discovered the location dyslexia when I was taking an inservice class on learning disabilities when I taught H.S. I found out about the facial blindness from Duckie. He has it, too. Then I found out the two are often associated from a woman who presented at a writer’s conference here who I was giving rides into town to. Always learning.


            1. I have always said that I not only don’t remember names, but I also don’t remember faces. Ted Kennedy was famous for NEVER remembering anyone’s face OR name. He just said “HI” to everyone, I suppose on the theory that he might know them. That’s what Garry does, too. After we meet people we look at each other and I ask him “Do you know who that was?” “No. Do you?” “No.”

              Going to parties can be agonizing because not only do we not recognize people, but Garry is ALSO deaf. As you might expect, we aren’t real social butterflies.

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          2. I remember names of supporting/character actors from truly old movies. But I have trouble with people I encounter these days. I even mix up the dogs’ names, sounding like my Mom when she called out her 3 sons.


    1. Garry was really surprised to discover he had Irish grandparents. His father never told him. Garry had told me he remembered his grandmother had long, red hair and I saw pictures — she was very white. When we honeymooned in Ireland, I took pictures of Yeats’ tombstone and I caught some other gravestones too. When we took the pictures to show Garry’s Dad, he recognized the other tombstones and told Garry “Those are your people — your grandparents family.

      So Garry asked his father when he had been planning to tell him about the Irish contingent. His dad said he was waiting for Garry to be old enough. Garry was 48.

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    2. The Irish ancestry suprised me, especially since my Dad didn’t confirm it until our Irish Honeymoon discovery. I was 48 years old when Dad figured it was okay to tell me.

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    1. Leslie, I hope the poetic lilt is in my writing. The drinking part was nobly done over the years and put out to pasture in ’04.


  1. I’m not too enamored with the color green, and have nothing in my completely boring solid colors wardrobe that is green. Then again, as a born contrarian, even when I did have green I would always go out of my way NOT to wear it on March 17th just to be different (and obnoxious)…

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    1. Squirrel, thou art a contrarian. A noble one.
      During my working years, almost everyone wore green on St. Patrick’s Day. Boston is New Ireland. We did Irish themed stories that were hoary and hokey. I usually got my self assigned to one of my favorite pubs where I collected colorful stories over very lengthy, liquid lunches. The late, great “Tip” O’Neill was a regular at one of the Pubs. He regaled us with some great stories. I was able to air one or two with judicious editing.
      Our ’90 honeymoon in Ireland was a big deal in the local Irish newspaper in Boston. My “celebrity” jumped a few notches in the Irish community and my “heritage” got a nice mention at the next, BIG St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Boston. I was warmly welcomed in some of the traditional Irish pubs. We sang lots of “Wild Colonial Boy”, “Galway Bay” and, of course, “Danny Boy”. My pager always seemed to malfunction during these events.

      No question about who’s the BEST man in Inisfree…..


  2. Even though we have a strong Irish heritage in Australia and do celebrate St Patrick’s Day it doesn’t seem to be a thing the way it is in the USA. I’m not really sure why. A lot of our Irish came by the convict route which was once a cause of embarrassment to the descendants although now having convict ancestors is something like saying you came on “The Mayflower” something that people are becoming proud to say.


    1. The earrings came from a Native store outside of Phoenix and I like them too. Very much. They hang well, too.

      I discovered you can buy eucalyptus anywhere they sell plants to put in vases in your house including Walmart. It smells nice, too … at least in the beginning. By the time it’s been sitting in a vase for a decade, not so much 🙂

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