When I lived in Dublin, Patrick’s day was always about getting up early, like Christmas, to get into town before the crowds. Getting a place by the barriers was always tough but, failing that, my Mum and Dad hoisted us onto their shoulders so that we could see the huge colourful parade that lasted for hours. Wearing costumes we had made at school that year, we felt part of the Paddy’s Day spectacle and it was magical.
So, our first parade after we came to live in Cork was shite!! No rush for the barriers required, a couple of colourful floats drifted by, no pageantry; just one band and the whole thing over in 20 minutes. What a disappointment! The following year my father said, “lets have a fun day at home this year…. A bonfire!” and I realized now that he had kept the garden waste and was using willing helpers, still dressed in homemade Paddy’s Day costumes, to help him clear the garden. We had a ball feeding the fire – my brother flicking blazing bushes around the garden like fire bombs.
Brilliant Day!!
Later when the fire was just ambers, my mum rigged up a little grill and we cooked sausages while rapped in our coats in the dark. Most of the time the sausages had to be fished from the ashes as they fell through the grill, but we ate them all the same.
The Irish in Canada |
After a few years of burning garden waste, the novelty wore off and even the prospect of grilled sausages in the dark didn’t cut it.
Swedish Mid-Summer |
Lately I noticed that Paddy’s Day is all about drink, a custom I have fallen for also. This year I was reminded of the charred sausages of my childhood when my boyfriend and I feel asleep after putting food in the oven to cook following our Paddy’s Day celebration. Even I, well practiced in the custom of eating charred Paddy’s Day food, couldn’t eat the remains of the chips, chicken and sausages cooked 2.5 hours too long.
Thinking about this makes me wonder – as an adult I’ve noticed that all national days (Canada Day, 4th of July, Swedish Mid-summer) are celebrated with drinking, and I've enjoyed every minute of it, but I’m actually looking forward to the day when burned offerings will be edible again.
St. Patricks Day 2012