I am 15% Irish – a higher percentage than anyone else in my family, according to our Ancestry DNA results.
I like thinking of myself as Irish: feisty, fiery, opinionated and bold; loyal, musically gifted and a woman of strong convictions. I even have natural streaks of red in my otherwise chestnut-colored hair.
When I was but a wee lass, my da was in a barbershop quartet. I have many a fond memory of him singing around the house with the lads, his deep bass resonating through the corridors of our front entryway. Their group’s lead used to get the giggles anytime they tried to whistle a tune all the way through, and that always made me laugh, but some of my favorite memories are of sitting quietly up on the balcony outside of my bedroom and listening to them sing The Irish Blessing.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, y’all. May God hold you in the palm of His hand.