I've always been an Irish wannabe. In high school I discovered that I could become an honorary member of the culture if I joined the Emerald Society. I wore a green and black plaid skirt and marched proudly in the St. Patrick's Parade that year. It was an amazing feeling. Back then my best friend was a girl by the name of Colleen Lynch....not Irish at all. She was from a large family and nothing made me happier than a sleep over at her house...even IF we had to make pancakes the next morning for 12 of us. The music, culture, love of family and sense of pride made me feel at home even if I didn't have a drop of Irish in my blood.
Have I eaten or cooked corned beef every St. Patty's Day? Yep. Do I attend our local parade each year? Sure do! Do I have too many green shirts and sweaters? Indeed. All of this and I somehow managed to miss the big Celtic festival right here in Bethlehem. Today I made up for lost time...with a Killian's Red in hand I watched some Highland Games, listened to bagpipes play and watched girls with bouncing curls dance their way around the event. I also watched an awesome band, Burning Bridget Cleary, not once but twice because they were just that good. I can still hear the fiddles and can't seem to get the image of men in kilts out of my head but it was all worth it!
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