An “Irish” Youth
How I longed to be Irish when I was a girl. Here is a repost that tells that story better than anything new I could write today.
How I longed to be Irish when I was a girl. Here is a repost that tells that story better than anything new I could write today.
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Karen
Such a lovely memory! I recently started a new job and was tempted to “green up” on St. Patrick’s day but decided not to, as I wondered if the “thirty something” environment I’d joined would think that was an old school grandma thing to do. Not so! I came in everyday gear and there were the green shirts and sweaters, socks and other accoutrements. “What? Karen, where’s your green?” And there we were – all of us irish for a day as always. And I missed wearing my lovely cut glass shamrock earrings. Boo! Thanks for this story.
xo karen