Happy St. Patrick's Day
An Irish Philosophy of Life
In life there are only two things to worry about. Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well there is nothing to worry about.
If you are sick you have two things to worry about: either you will live or you will die.
If you live there is nothing to worry about.
If you die you have two things to worry about: either you will go to heaven or you will go to hell.
If you go to heaven there is nothing to worry about.
But if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with your friends you won’t have time to worry.
Tuesday is St. Patrick’s Day, a day celebrated throughout the land with parades and merriment and music. In Conyers there is a parade and the world’s shortest run. The parade begins at 4:30 the run at 5 p.m.
Celebrating this day is the right thing to do in this country because the Irish have contributed so much to the might and culture of America.
You are probably thinking as you read this that I will be off celebrating this grand day at the closest Irish bar. Not necessarily true. The News will be live streaming the afternoon’s activities in Conyers; it is a complete coincidence that we will be located across from the Celtic Tavern.
Joking aside, years ago I stopped celebrating this day in that manner. When I sat down to try to write about my favorite memories of celebrating St. Pat’s day, I knew full well that I did have a good time, but the truth of the matter is I just couldn’t remember what those good times were.
We still celebrate St. Patrick’s Day at our house. The Leprechaun always came in the middle of the night to visit the kids and grandchildren and even now Ms. Molly expects a visit also.
Some of the kids at my oldest grandchild’s school years ago scoffed at her when she told them that she believed in leprechauns.
It’s too bad, because The Leprechaun only visits boys and girls who believe, and our granddaughter, who was a very smart 7-year-old, told them that, as she opened up her treats from the wily Leprechaun.
The Irish can take great pride in being Americans because, after all, in the 6th Century this land was first discovered by an Irish monk named St. Brendan.
Those of you who would scoff, especially my Italian friends, need to know evidence of the Saint’s visit was recently discovered in caves of the West Virginia Mountains.
In fact, to this very day some people refer to that state in talking about it by calling it West “By God” Virginia, further evidence of the Saint’s visit.
Speaking of the Italians, there always has been a little jealousy involving them.
St. Patrick was actually a Roman citizen before he got the calling and learned that he could charm snakes. Once he saw Ireland, he became an Irishman in his heart forever. There has always been unhappiness in the Italian community that more people celebrate St. Pat’s day than Columbus Day. I don’t know why I enjoy eating pizza and a good bottle of Boones Farm on Columbus Day.
In fact, there was so much jealousy that the College of Cardinals, which has been dominated by Italian cardinals over the centuries, actually tried to have St. Patrick kicked out of the sainthood some years ago.
Actually, the Italians have been smarter than the Irish in this country. They managed to have Columbus Day declared a federal holiday, even though it is a dubious holiday.
Celebrating St. Pat’s day has cost many a Paddy his job, because it is not an official holiday in this country, only in the minds of those who celebrate it.
The Irish people always have been and are to this day a brave, smart and independent people, and they are also very prolific and have multiplied faster than bunnies.
The famous psychologist Sigmund Freud once said about the Irish, “This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.”
There were eight Irish signers of the Declaration of Independence. Half of all of the troops who fought in the Revolutionary War were Irish, including 1,492 officers and 26 generals.
In fact, many of the British soldiers were Irish.
Just before the Civil War, millions of Irish, my own great-great-grandfather included, came to our shore to try and escape the great potato famine that killed millions in the 1840s and ’50s. When most arrived, they were treated as if they were the scum of the Earth. In fact, there were signs on people’s lawns all the way up to WWII that stated “No Dogs or Irish Allowed on Lawn.”
Many signed on with the military, where they were promised citizenship.
Many of those were sent to the American plains to fight the Indian wars, and there, many were beaten and scourged by some officers who hated them because they were considered Papists, and there was a fear that because of the Irish Catholic influx, the Pope would soon be ruling the country.
Some of the Irish deserted and went to Mexico, where they were treated with respect. In fact, during the war with Mexico, the Irish formed a battalion in the Mexican Army called the San Patreicio’s, who fought valiantly against the American troops, which ironically contained many of their Irish cousins.
The battalion was finally decimated and the survivors were tortured and hung by General Winfield Scott in spite of the protests of the Mexican government and the world.
These men were never citizens of the U.S.
The San Patricio’s today are honored in Mexico and in Ireland for their courage and gallantry. You can rent a great movie on this subject. It is called “One Man’s Hero.”
During the Civil War, seven Union generals were Irish born and 150,000 Irish Americans fought for the north.
Six Confederate generals were born in Ireland. In fact, the first two casualties of the Civil War were Irish.
In the history of this country, more than 300 Irish Americans have been awarded the Medal of Honor; 21 of them are double Medal of Honor winners.
The culture and arts of this country has been forever affected by the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, Eugene O’Neal, George M. Cohan, Stephen Foster, Tom Brady, Edgar Allan Poe and, of course, T. Pat Cavanaugh.
There have been 18 presidents of our country who were of Irish ancestry, including Andrew Jackson, Ulysses S. Grant, James K. Polk, James Buchanan, Chester A. Arthur, William McKinley, Theodore Roosevelt, Grover Cleveland, Woodrow Wilson, John Adams, John Quincy Adams, James Monroe, Richard Nixon, and John F. Kennedy and, heaven forbid, Bill Clinton.
There are numerous folks of Irish decent that have made this country into what it is today, including John Barry, who was the father of the American Navy; Daniel Boone; Davy Crockett; James Hogan, who designed the White House; Matthew Brady, the Civil War photographer; Henry Ford, who started the Ford Motor Company; Dr. Thaddeus Cahill, who developed the electric typewriter in 1901; Henry McCarty, aka Billy the Kid, who was one of our notorious outlaws; and John Wayne, a great American actor.
There have been so many other Irish-American heroes, including William Randolph Hearst, John L. Sullivan, Father Francis Duffy, William “Wild Bill” Donavan, Sam Houston, John Ford, John Huston, Grace Kelly, Tyrone Power, Errol Flynn, Bing Crosby and Spencer Tracy, and the list goes on.
This contribution to American society has not been without dishonor, as Boss Tweed’s Tammany Hall became one of the most corrupt political machines in the history of this country.
The courage the Irish showed in rising above the prejudice and hatred shown them when arriving in this country is a remarkable history lesson. Our country’s strength has always been that it is a melting pot of many peoples.
The Irish who settled this country would not and have not been denied.
I am proud of my Irish heritage. I celebrate it with vigor and pride, but the most important thing is that I am proud to be an American and I am even more proud that my ancestors and the ancestors of many of you who are reading this today gave their sweat, their blood and their heart in making this country the strongest, the most literate and the fairest that has ever existed.
T. Pat Cavanaugh is the publisher of The News. He can be reached at email@example.com.