When I was a child, every year in March a box would arrive at our family home in London. It was always the same size and it was wrapped in brown paper and it was addressed to Dad! Every year I was fascinated by it. I soon learned that it contained a beautiful green leaf. The Shamrock and it had traveled to our house all the way from Ireland.
Although we were all born in London and our mother was English born in Oxford, the Shamrock’s arrival every year was a big deal.
We were all given a small spray of the green leaves which we all wore with pride. So Dad would go off to work at 5am with his Shamrock at his lapel, we all followed at different times to school or work depending on what stage of life you picture us at. I remember we all wore it with pride .
I went to a catholic convent as did two of my older sisters. I remember St Patrick’s day was special at school too, because we had lessons until 12.30pm then after lunch break there were net ball matches to watch followed by entertainment in the school hall. Plays, Irish dancing, stories and songs all with an Irish theme!
I am grateful that I have happy memories of my childhood , I have sad, bad memories too. Being bullied at school by my piers and teachers not least! But I have happy memories too and I feel blessed for that and for my parents, my happy home and my brothers and sisters who I love dearly and I believe they love me too!
I have made lots of amazing friends here on wordpress so I am sending you all these blessings and prayers . I want to thank you all for your support and say HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY to you all . OH! Geoff at TanGental who is recovering from an operation ..get well Geoff! Too each and everyone of you consider this my personal message to you all!!
Right now how to end this very Irish and rambling post………….. awe! well you know, make guess go on , go on.
willowdot21 
