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Posted on 03/16/2002 11:13:09 PM PST by Snow Bunny
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You probably shouldn't, since you'll soon be saying them again anyway.
You grew up believing you were lucky to have so many brothers and sisters sharing "your" bedroom.
Daily your mother intoned,"Jesus,Mary and Joseph grant me patience!"
The leprechauns came to your home in the wee hours of St. Patrick's Day morn and tinted the milk green.
Now and then Daddy "stopped" after work and Mommy slammed more than one cabinet door.
Your aunt and uncle were divorced for thirty years but it was kept a family secret.
You're on a first name basis with the souls in purgatory for your mom had you offer up all of life's trials for them.
You never throw away the rememberance cards picked up at wakes.
Potatoes, whether baked, fried, boiled, scalloped or mashed,are served at every supper.
Next to God and America there's Notre Dame.
You've spent six hours scrubbing and cleaning, polishing and cooking for Sunday's company when you hear Ma say, "Ah, t'was nothing! T'is happy we are to have your feet under our table."
Babies are prayed for, rejoiced over, cradled with love. Rosy cheeks, tiny fingers, God's greatest gift to mankind; babies are the reason 22 adults, 37 children, 15 pounds of ham, 1 priest and 16 degrees below zero gather together to celebrate a christening day.
The singing of songs with a friend close by has a way of bringing a tear to your eye. You call home to tell Ma you've met a great girl and she asks two questions. One, is she Irish? Two, is she Catholic? At least once a year the whole clan gathers together to celebrate the gift of family life.
You oversleep, all the hot water in the shower has been used up, your brother took your jacket with the car keys in the pocket, and your Mom says, "Sure'n you're lucky to be alive."
Daddy's lap was where you sat to hear the stories of a far away place called Ireland and sing the songs from "home."
You can stand at a bar carrying on a conversation, scout out the girls, toast your friend, join in the laughter, and sip a bit o' the brew, all in a wink of an eye.
The laughter and tears, the accomplishments and mistakes along life's journey are shared with friends.
When old age comes you may forget your name, or even where you are, but never the words of the Hail Mary.
I am picking this one out except the songs we sang were not Irish.
......."Daddy's lap was where you sat to hear the stories of a far away place called Ireland and sing the songs from "home."........
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Thank you Sam
I have all my prayer cards alphabetized and stored in a shoe box. It's a great way to settle arguments over how old somebody was, etc. etc.
Uhhh Ohhhh...who, you better watch out now....
Hey TM, hehehehe, LET'S ROLL!
One afternoon our herd got out and decided to eat our closest neighbors favorite rose bush. Boy was he mad. I got a royal chewing out.
The couple of weeks later I stopped by to let him know that I was on my way to the big city (which was an hour away)and that I planned to replace his rose bush. I needed to know the color that he wanted. His wife was laughing her head off. Seems that the rose bush had come back with a vengence and was getting ready to bloom like crazy, something that he had never been able to get it to do. Apparently the rose bush wasn't being trimmed back enough for it to bloom properly and the goats took care of the problem.
I know there's trouble ahead. I should've accepted who's peaceful overtures but I just couldn't help myself.
They were probably a Trojan Horse Bro, you know how she is, suck you in then slam the door....
That is understandable. The best lemon crop I ever had was after a doe got out and "pruned" it back severely.
Take care of each other.
Let's dance…
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
I envy you. Make the most of this while you have them here.
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