Happy St. Patty's Day!

I admit it I'm not Irish, or if I am, I am only a tiny bit Irish. The family lore is that my great, great, grandfather, who immigrated the the states just in time to get conscripted into an immigrant battalion fighting for the north in the civil war, came from a well-to-do family. Well-to-do enough that the there was supposedly a family castle somewhere along the Rhine river in Germany. No one seems to know exactly where, except that it might be in what was once East Germany, and that the castle was supposed to have had 365 windows and 52 doors. The story is that my great-great-grandfather fell in love with and wanted to marry the Irish parlor maid, and since marrying beneath your station was frowned upon at that time, he immigrated to the United States.

The part about my great-great-grandfather coming here and fighting in the civil is well documented, but the rest of the story? Who really knows. But if I'm at all Irish, this where my little bit of Irish comes from. But does it matter? They say that everyone is a little bit Irish on St. Patty's day. But since my history includes a castle, and since I became enamored with the princess gig on my birthday, I think I will be and Irish Princess for St. Patty's day this year.

St. Patrick's Day is shaping up to be quite the holiday. The party started last Saturday night when my social group went to see the Young Dubliner's in concert. I'd tell you all about that, except my friend Susi already posted pictures and wrote up a great review of the festivities in her blog. And this year I have my choice of parties to attend, and even more importantly, my (by virtue of her father's side) "more Irish than me" daughter is home for spring break. Should be a great green day!