Showing posts with label irish heritage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label irish heritage. Show all posts
Monday, March 13, 2023
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Wishing Your Irish Eyes Be Smiling
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| The Irish eyes of my grandmother, Mary Mangan, 1919, Denver, Colorado. Born March 8, 1900.
The Irish Tenors (John McDermott, Anthony Kearns and Ronan Tynan) - When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
There's a tear in your eye
And I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such pow'r in your smile
Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's never a teardrop should fall
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile
And now, smile a smile for me
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart
And it makes even sunshine more bright
Like the linnet's sweet song
Crooning all the day long
Comes your laughter and light
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours
Let us smile each chance we get
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.
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Friday, March 17, 2017
Wishing Your Irish Eyes Be Smiling
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| The Irish eyes of my grandmother, Mary Mangan, 1919, Denver, Colorado. |
The Irish Tenors (John McDermott, Anthony Kearns and Ronan Tynan) - When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHSV8igDiEo
There's a tear in your eye
And I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such pow'r in your smile
Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's never a teardrop should fall
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile
And now, smile a smile for me
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart
And it makes even sunshine more bright
Like the linnet's sweet song
Crooning all the day long
Comes your laughter and light
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours
Let us smile each chance we get
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away
Friday, February 21, 2014
Cheesy Jokes and Serious Thoughts for St. Patrick's Day
We're all Irish on St. Patrick's Day--and since the Irish diaspora
was over 600 years long, and the Irish lived long and prospered
wherever there was a Catholic church worldwide--it's probably true we're
all Irish. Geneticists say that Genghis Khan was the foremost
contributor to Y chromosomes worldwide, followed by O' Neill of the Nine
Hostages (Irish).My grandmother was completely Irish, her mother immigrating from the Old Sod, so I have been successfully indoctrinated about the Isle of Saints and Scholars. Trust me, no demeaning stereotypical jokes about the Irish in my growing up. Sister Francis Eileen, O.P., was the principal of St. Louis Bertrand's School in Oakland, California, and her lilting Irish brogue came over the P.A. system every morning. She was cool, all the nuns I had were cool; I never had a negative experience in parochial school. Many were from Ireland, many were Irish Americans like my sainted grandmother. And I was in that school both when John F. Kennedy ran for president, was elected, and was assassinated. Powerful stuff.
I am so thankful I didn't have to unlearn prejudice and bias--my Oakland elementary school was perfect. The only almost-bias I had to unlearn was that not everyone was from my church.
http://www.tolerance.org/hiddenbias
I was stunned when I heard my first negative joke about the Irish. Didn't they realize we saved western civilization?
http://www.randomhouse.com/features/cahill/irish.html
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| The Isle of Saints and Scholars-to be sure |
And I didn't even say, "Pog Mo Thoin." Which shows a lot of maturity and restraint.
Ethnic jokes and teasing are a form of bullying--so kids and adults really need to knock it off. Are we that desperate to feel superior? The quiet kid in the back of the room won't be able to stand up for herself in the midst of biased-based laughter. Bullying includes those jokes about physical appearance, churches, where you're from, and let's throw in sports teams since kids are so sensitive about them. Kids should have the right to be in school without bullying or humiliation of any type. Grown-ups, too.
So, anyway, here are the jokes. (That's pretty Irish of me: stick up for the underdog and then tell jokes.)
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| Green, and Garfield provides the orange |
How did the leprechaun get to the moon?
In a shamrocket.
Why is Ireland like a bottle of wine?
Because it has a Cork in it.
What would you get if you crossed a leprechaun with a Texan?
A pot of chili at the end of the rainbow.
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| No relation to Bono. Or the Edge. |
Shamrock and roll.
What do you call a leprechaun's vacation home in Fort Lauderdale?
A lepre-condo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vffqnYUyFVQ
My gggrandmother (later immigrated to Kansas) was a Sullivan leaving from Cork in 1844, and who survived a coffin ship to Grosse Isle Quebec.
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| Top o the mornin' to ya, from Betty O'Boop |
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