Welcome one and welcome all to the Got Green? Blog O’hop (version 2.0’)I promised I’d answer all the questions thrown at me with guile or guise, so if I may offer up the Oirish warrior call of Erin go Back!!, here we go...
Sheena-kay Graham said...
My question: What was it like growing up Irish as a child (or being Irish)?
|The Home of one of my Best Friends in Rialto|
I grew up in the inner city of Dublin, in a place called Rialto. It was a “dodgy” neighborhood and fairly dangerous even if you lived there (one fond memory is as a tween when a bunch of the older lads - in full-on, all-black Ninja gear) jumped over the wall of a neighbor’s house and they waded into about six of us. (I used to have the uncanny ability of crying on demand, so I went into fetus mode and wailed like a banshee… it worked a treat… I was the only one who didn’t get the bejaysus kicked out of me… fun times J
Elise Fallson said...How tall are Leprechauns and what's their average shoe size?
Well, it’s funny you should ask this, Elise. The general rule of thumb (or in this case “sole”) is to take a standard can of SPAM. Now, look at the top, there is a small pull-ring thing. In Co. Mayo, (where Ketchup was invented by the Clan MacMustard in 1643) it is said that the foot of an adult Leprechaun will fit into the ring-pull thing, which is about an inch wide and two inches long. Taking this exact measurement and multiplying it by Apple’s Pie app, it can be gleaned that a fully extended Leprechaun is about “tirty-tree” inches tall (but has no available credit.)
Al Diaz said...I would love you to tell me what the name of my favorite song is. I know it's Irish because I heard it first in an Irish themed movie but my case is helpless as I can't hum it to you.
Buenos Aires, Father Dragon (it’s always nice to have a member of the clergy stop by.) Well now, where do I start? I must ask about your last name, Diaz. That sounds like it comes from either Co. Cork (named after the 1289 discovery of the cap things they shove in wine bottles – and then make you take out… I never understood that one.) Perhaps you’re from Lisdoonvarna? And, if it is Lisdoonvarna, well you’ve answered your own question, because you’re surely talking about the famous Christy Moore song. Thanks for dropping by, Father. I’ll see you at the new roof fundraiser. Here’s that song:
Elizabeth said...Do the Irish laugh at the way we spend St. Patrick's Day? Is there anything we could do to further their amusement?
Well, Betty, can I call you Betty? Or Beth? J The Oirish always thought it was quaint that New York, Chicago and Bahstan had bigger parades than the Paddy’s Day parade in Dublin. I remember the Irish parades growing up were *terrible* (sad-looking horses led by depressed riders and everyone wanting to get out of the cold!) In the mid-‘90s, some smart fecker realized the Irish.gov could make some shillings out of the deal to where St. Paddy’s Day in Dublin is now a week-long festival. This squeezes every last Euro out of the gazillions of American tourists with no idea how the “funny-looking, multi-colored” money works – especially after the third pint of the Black Stuff J
Our last question comes from the delightful M. J. Joachim who said...Have you ever met the Pied Piper? And dare ye to tell the story of the 3 and 4 leaf clover...
To be shure, me and PeePee are friends (even if he’s a bit wet around the ears.) I keep tellin’ him those pipes, the pipes he plays only attract the likes of that Danny Boy fellow (and he’s one that needs to grow up, let me tell you.) With the clover thing, as you know St. Paddy used the tree-leaved clover to explain the Holy Trinity to the heathen Oirish. (It’s not well-known that St. Paddy hired SIGGY O’Koopmans to create a painting of the three-leaved clover, but O’Koopmans added one too many curly bits and then cried like a big gurly gurl after St. Paddy banished him to the wee village of Rialto where he raised a family and created a dysentery…)
|Photo Credit: Scarlett's Husband :)|
Cheers to everyone who signed up to participate! I can’t wait to read the posts – and to all of you who helped promote this madness, I say: I’m going to get you back on Cinco de Mayo (did you know that Ketch-…)