I’ve been feeling especially Irish of late. I think it could have something to do with Bill lending me his Dropkick Murphy’s CD. Not a particularly good band, but still, it had bagpipes (yes, bagpipes are Scottish, but I’m not Scottish, so they made me feel Irish). Oh, I also watched Waking Ned Devine this past week - that could have something to do with it too. My Irish blood comes from my mom’s side, my dad’s side giving me English (Huxley) and Swedish (Anderson). I guess I’ve always related more with the Irish/Welsh part of me. Except when I’m picking on Carleen for being cold: “Bah! it’s that weak Norsky blood - you gotta have good thick Swedish blood in ya’”. I don’t know, I’ve always just liked everything about the Irish culture - the music (especially the music), the dancing, the land itself, the red-headed women. It makes me want to pick up a bodhran or a fiddle (yeah, I’ll get to that one day…), suck down a Guinesse…and…other stereotypical Irish things.
I’ve always been envious of Carleen for her strong national heritage - being 1/2 Norwegian. It’s strange, really. I should be spouting my strong American heritage, but I guess I don’t see it like that. It’s probably the fact that America is so young in comparison to most other countries, we always measure ourselves by where our forefathers emigrated from. So, while Carleen is, in all likelihood just as much of a “mutt” as I am, she stems from a much older country than I. This is really bizarre and backwards thinking for me, the more I think about it, but I just never felt like I was “Irish” enough to say, “I’m Irish”. And I always wanted to be able to say that. That, and have the accent.
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