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To: Blue Snowshoe who wrote (420)	3/17/1999 1:37:00 PM
From: Joana Tides	Respond to of 7442

Pals, It's A Fine Day For The Irish Indeed! Happy Green Day To All! WallStreet/Paddy's Day Parade Weather Report - sunshine and going for 60 degrees as the remaining snow of the other day decorates the greening lawns of early springtime in patches here and there with crocuses peeping through the sparkling white. A Beautiful Green Day....and a day where for reasons of the Holiday certain trading stations may be a bit shorthanded this afternoon and we know what THAT can mean so Doubleplusgood Hooray For The Irish!! And Special Irish Big Hat Awards for Mr. "It is the land that last" O'Hara... and to our own pet leprechaun "He Who Speaks Green". Blue, you would be acting Irish even if you weren't Irish, which of course you are anyway so it makes it easier to be you, that way. And what a timely point you make about those who came before us who worked so hard to put us where we are today, individually and as a Nation. What a Great Irish Lesson. Got some history myself, and we see the same thing close and all around us today... I know a Russian woman with a degree in Chemical Engineering who works long hours at a 7-11, for instance...and ever notice when the whole family pitches in to run their Chinese restaurant or Pizzaria or Grocery ?! Endless Examples. Today, I Declare Them All Irish Because They're Acting Like Irish!!! Irish/American History My great-grandmother came from Ireland, my great-grandfather was English. She had been raised in a convent school and by her grandmother because her father Captained a merchant vessel and her mother travelled with him. When she was 16, she came to America to meet her long-absent parents (sad, they didn't even really stay in touch, so family problems aren't unique to this day and age as some would have you believe); who introduced her to her future husband. During their engagement, they took a trip to decide where they would make their home; first they went to Chicago where they saw a policeman shoot a boy dead for stealing a loaf of bread. They said "This place is not for us" and wouldn't stay another minute; they headed for Toronto where they liked it better and settled there. She was left with seven children when her husband died months after the birth of my Grandmother. (6 of these 7 children all died from sickness easily curable today with antibiotics or tragic deaths before reaching full adulthood). This left her a young widow with a convent education who scrubbed rental houses for the city for a pittance and a house to live in for her family. All the children had to work; my grandmother quit school in the fourth grade to work in a factory standing on a box watching machines threading sewing bobbins. But they made it, and when my Grandmother married my Grandfather from Massachusetts her Mom moved here and always lived with them. My great-grandmother supported herself by this time with a gig as a cook on beautiful cruising vessels, so her life got easier as she got older. But my Mom or Aunt telling these family stories, when asked "Where were her parents?" they would shrug and say, "Grandma never would speak of them". My grandmother's life got easier when she married, she was the wife of a (Ritzy) Hotel Manager and a mother of two daughters now, with her own mother there to help her care for the children and home. They started off desperate, and then things got better except for the deaths of those children which broke their hearts but they went on Living Life, Which Is For The Living; and I know "If I Die" I wouldn't want to see anyone sobbing in the fetal position paralyzed from existence because of lost love and grief about me (well, maybe for a day or so 'twould be okay ;o< but...) I do try to take my full measure of Life and Joy and Love from every day, even if it's "wasted" on blissful sleep and dreams every once in awhile when the day for it is just right; and to "Live Well, Live Right, Work Hard, Play Hard, Love Truly and Long, Focus On One's Blessings, and most of all to especially savor the gifts of all those small moments of beauty, giddiness, and ecstatic happiness as the glue for all the rest of it!!! Anyone who gets through reading the above & if you're not all aggrivated in contempt for the MUSHINESS Of It....Here's Your News... If You're Not Irish, Guess What.......Abracadabra.... YOU ARE IRISH NOW !!!! YOU HAVE BEEN MORPHED BY LEPRECHAUNS CHANNELLING THROUGH TECHRIDE!!! IT'S A TRICK !! and The Day Is Young, Maybe More To Come !!! Now you'll be Green and goin' by Your New Irish Name All March 17ths. You're prepared to meet a Leprechaun and Trick Him to Give You Gold!! All those other "normal" days remaining in the year, If "As You Were" is OK with you, It's OK with the Leprechauns too- But for today..... HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY TO YOU AND MANY MANY MANY MANY MORE !!!! Begorra 909 and "You're Welcome"! Joanie O'Tides