Irish? Well yes, half of me is...other half is Italian. I prefer to think of it as the best of both worlds ;)
We had sarcastic humor too, wit.
My brothers were brutal. Sweet too but brutal at times. Mostly just annoying. Being the youngest and the girl, I suffered terribly, lol. Or so I like to claim.
Do you like Pipes and Drums music? I have a link for you if you do...my oldest brother is in one of the local pipes and drums band here. . He was over in Ireland for St. Patty’s day last year and the vid is great.
Yep. We were allowed to have sensitive feelings but someone was always ruined the moment with a joke that made us laugh.
My parents grew up during the Great Depression so maybe that had something to do with their strength and humor. My Dad was a WWII Vet. My oldest brother is old enough to be my father.
ahhh...you’re not just the baby - you’re the baby BY FAR!
I was the baby - 2 older sisters, 5 & 7 years older than me.
I do like that irish music.
I heard about the depression mostly from my grandparents.
My dad was born in the middle of the depression.
They were lucky to be on a farm so they could fend for themselves, but of course it was still tough.
My grandmother never got over it. She held on to quite a few quirks even when she had enough money to live comfortably.
She did leave behind a little “slush fund” for us though.
She wanted us to have an irish wake when she died.
We were supposed to go to a local bar/restaurant and have ourselves a good ‘ole time.
And boy did we!
Lucky. With all those men in the family, you were lucky to get to understand men at a young age and not be intimidated by them. Doesn’t sound like your father was too intimidating either. And everybody laughed all the time. Another piece of luck. Lucky