She's not Irish, though. She and my Grandfather were married on March 17 1945 in basingstoke england. He was anglican church of canada (and his grandfather was a loyal orangeman who once played king billy in the toronto orangeman's day parade.) She was raised Salvation Army, but went to the ACC after they were married. They were married, of course, in the Church of england.
All of my life, he wore the orange on St. Patty's day, and to tweak him, she wore the green. It was a little family tradition. (And, of course, my mother's Irish Catholic, so that was always a point of teasing between mom and grandpa.)
I've been known to put on a bit of a brogue and explain that patrick was merely the first in a long line of englishmen who've taken it upon themselves to tell the Irish how to live, and can we really be holding with that, now?
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I don't know why though. So I just wear green.
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I wear green for my grandma.
She's not Irish, though. She and my Grandfather were married on March 17 1945 in basingstoke england. He was anglican church of canada (and his grandfather was a loyal orangeman who once played king billy in the toronto orangeman's day parade.) She was raised Salvation Army, but went to the ACC after they were married. They were married, of course, in the Church of england.
All of my life, he wore the orange on St. Patty's day, and to tweak him, she wore the green. It was a little family tradition. (And, of course, my mother's Irish Catholic, so that was always a point of teasing between mom and grandpa.)
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I've been known to put on a bit of a brogue and explain that patrick was merely the first in a long line of englishmen who've taken it upon themselves to tell the Irish how to live, and can we really be holding with that, now?
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It's going to be so cool when you get here!
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