And I shall don something orange in memory of my dad who had no use for the "Holy Pappy in Rome" (what he called him.)It's the one holiday he and I always made a big deal of...I was very enamoured with our possible ancestry; found out it was more likely Scots to N. Ireland then Nova Scotia, but we still celebrate it. I do wear a green shamrock. We always spoke on the phone no matter where he was and I still miss that phone call every year.

I have to confess I felt a bit of a snob tonight when PBS had a program on of the songs mentioned above. I have fond memories of singing them, but wish more people knew more of the really old Irish songs and tunes; they are so beautiful. We Americans are brash, though, and there is a place for both. Of course, my fav. for daddy to sing was "I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen." Only thing is, I think I thought he meant it...he would take me to Ireland one day.:-) Oh, and he HAD to play Irish Washerwoman on his fiddle so I could dance!