Saint Patrick’s Day is my least favorite holiday. I wear green to school because I don’t want to hear all day long, “Mrs. SP, you aren’t wearing green, can I pinch you?” That’s about the extent of the celebrating that I do.
When I put away my Valentine’s postcards, I found two St. Patrick’s ones, so I decided I might as well display them.
This card is 100 years old – see the postmark below. I love its design.
My Great-Aunt Fannye raised my grandmother. Fannye sent this card to her sister, Willie, in 1908.
These three pieces were Granny’s. Two of them came with notes from Granny so that I won’t forget their history. Granny was so smart to do this.
Here is the note that came with the green bowl:
(Zonie was Granny’s sister.)
This note came inside the smaller pitcher. (Uncle Dodie was Aunt Fannye’s husband. He was like a father to Granny even though her real father was around.)
Will you eat corned beef and cabbage? Will you wear green? Will you drink a green beer? I plan on doing none of the above. I’ll spend St. Patrick’s evening packing for the beach. We’re going to the beach after work next Thursday. Can you tell that I’m excited?