It’s Paddy’s Day…Let’s Party Like It’s 1903!

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My mom’s a party girl. Still. Was in her 20s, still is at 82. If there’s a hoedown going down at the home where she’s a current resident, she’s got the paper hat on, the Kool-Aid in hand, chair-dancing like the jitter-bugger she is…was. It’s in her blood. Irish Catholic chick raised by an extended family of Shaughnessy’s on the north side of Chicago; a large rowdy brood with a bevy of red-faced uncles who supposedly kept a keg in the living room and never missed a chance to slug one back in honor of today’s saint or tomorrow’s holiday.

With that legacy as background, my mother never failed to turn even the slightest of holidays into a mad-capped celebration complete with colored streamers, construction paper decorations, and party foods forbidden on most any other day. We even made note of Chisholm Trail Day on October 23rd and I doubt if there are many other families who took partying quite that hearty!

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But given her Irish blood (which was, in fact, mixed with the German ancestry of her father who lost favor upon abandoning his children at an early age), you can only imagine the household hullabaloo surrounding St. Patrick’s Day. Wearing green wasn’t just suggested; it was mandatory. My mother took great offense, in fact, if you didn’t give this tradition your sartorial consideration…a point of great contention as we hit our teenage years and the requisite eye-rolling strain that followed such requirements! But, certainly when we were young, the revelry of the day was met with great enthusiasm, both at our Catholic school with its many Irish nuns and deep devotion to a Saint who actually managed to wrangle his own holiday, and later at home where the party was on before school was even finished. Much was made of both the secular and sacred aspects of the celebration and even the dreaded evening dinner of corned beef and cabbage was endured in exchange for green sweets, green drinks and a very jolly mother in green who set the tone and the party in motion. She was glorious at those times and those times are good and happy memories.

mollymaloneslaAs I got farther away from my Catholic roots and less concerned with what it is one celebrates on any given saint’s day much less St. Patrick’s, it was curious to me how attached to both the legend and the holiday most Americans are. Once it became less a delightful family event and more a co-opted excuse to party like it was 1903 (the year Saint Patrick’s Day became an official public holiday in Ireland), I found myself almost a contrarian. The “everybody’s Irish!” exaltation and the requisite pinching of those who dared eschew green became as eye-rolling to my young adult self as they’d been in high school. Imagine the irony, then, when I got a job in my late 20’s working at one of the premiere Irish pubs in Los Angeles, Molly Malone’s, where the celebration of St. Patrick’s Day was both long and legendary. That one day of my work year was more exhausting than the rest combined and always much more fun for my customers than for me but, always, at some point in the day, the ringing of sweet childhood memories would kick in and I’d find a moment to revel – if from a healthy and unsoddened distance – in my participatory and bona fide Irishness. 

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When my own son began his yearly celebrations via the teachers at school who enjoyed any reason to step out of the ordinary day, I once again couldn’t help but be reminded of my mother, who always seemed most alive when she was transforming our house into party town, exuding the sparkling, cheerful woman we most adored. As I see her now in her silly green hat and watch her enjoy the decorations that are not much better than the ones we made all those many years ago, I’m delighted to knows she’s in a place that holds this Irish Catholic tradition dear…because she still is that Irish party girl!

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And I am still her child who is grateful she taught me how much fun it is to celebrate simply but with verve. I plan to do so today, with a quiet dinner and a satisfying few hours with a movie I’ve been wanting to see. She’ll likely be dancing in her chair to some frolicking Irish ditty. We’re both going to have a good time. Hope you do too.

 Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

All photographs courtesy of Lorraine Devon Wilke.

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14 thoughts on “It’s Paddy’s Day…Let’s Party Like It’s 1903!

  1. Say, the Niece

    Love it. I found myself getting jaded as I doggedly led a walking tour through the sea of competitive assholery that was Times Square this morning. But I think at heart, the Irish sensibility is to find joy and comradery any way you can. For the Irish of old, that sometimes meant denial, but more often, focussing on the simple pleasures. Some people confuse this time to be carefree for an excuse to be careless, but I think you got it right.

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    1. LDW

      Thanks, Say, my sweet niece. It is a weird holiday, that’s for sure, and one I’m often happy to NOT celebrate, as the forms of celebration too often involved a level of imbibery that seems self-destructive! But nonetheless, there is a sort of Irish sweetness to it for those of us with some Irish blood and when memories are sweet, it’s nice to think of it with love. Glad you felt the same. xxoo L

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  2. Shirley Pale

    Awesome Blog. I’ve always loved St. Patrick’s Day and have a father who considered it the best holiday of the year. You brought back some great memories for me. Thanks.

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    1. LDW

      I’m glad, Shirley. Sometimes those memories are the best part of an old holiday, regardless of how we celebrate it in our lives now! Best to you. LDW

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  3. marianne h

    That’s so funny that you worked at Molly Malone’s! That’s exactly where I spent my Paddy’s Day this year. What a crazy place! But it was fun.

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  4. Green Guy

    Hi, Neat post. But sometimes a holiday like St. Paddy’s day is just meant to be fun without a lot of family obligation and rigamarole. That’s how I like to spend it. Mom and Dad can have Christmas.

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    1. LDW

      Hey, Green Guy, to each his own. I’m not saying you can’t enjoy it, I just had my own little story to tell. Sounds like you did your own story making so we both had the holiday we wanted. And Merry Christmas to your folks! 🙂 LDW

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  5. Joe D

    I woke up in the morning with my head pounding and some green sludge on my shirt from a green beer or something (God, who knows?). It was a good night, great fun with a great group of friends, and we toasted our Celtic heritage (though most of the group was Italian!) like everyone else in the room, Irish or not. That’s a good St. Patrick’s Day. Enjoyed your article. Though I kind of wished I read it before the night and maybe I would’ve just gone to my Mom’s for some corned beef! Thanks.

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    1. LDW

      Love that comment, Joe! And you’re probably right…your head would’ve liked you better had you gone with option #2! Thanks. LDW

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  6. Love that your mom still parties it up at 82.

    I believe we had a great deal of overlap in the 80’s. Certainly the same great hair style- a.k.a…Stevie Nicks do!

    Glad your St. Patty’s was full of things you wanted to do this year.

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    1. LDW

      Thanks, Jennifer! Yeah…that Rod Stewart look (as one reader mentioned to me) was all the rage. I LOVED it…I always felt Big Hair did wonders to the symmetry of my wide jaw! 🙂 Hope you and yours had a sweet day too. LDW

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