Tuesday, March 17, 2015
St Patrick's Day - changes
Mom always celebrated St. Patrick's Day big time. She would go out with friends, and having 12 years of tap lessons, could be persuaded to "river dance" with enough alcohol. She was adopted out of foster care and was told she was Irish and Norwegian - like her adoptive parents - two LEO's who took in a couple of scared little birds, she and her brother.
Some records that came to light this last year and DNA testing affirmed it. Not a drop of Irish blood or Scandinavian. She's Ashkenazi Jew (Central Europe) and Scot.
She assured me we still get to eat bacon, and I'll learn to love Haggis.
But St. Patrick's Day this year, she just felt out of place but said to send her love to Blogville.
Abby the Lab