#28 Lenten Reflection
My Mom has always loved St. Patrick’s Day. When I was younger, Mom would play the piano and I would sing Danny Boy and When Irish Eyes Are Smiling. I loved those moments with Mom at the piano and me sitting next to her, leaning on her (as always), turning pages when she nodded. Dad would yell from the living room, “Louder Lucretia! Sounds good guys!”
Our Irish connection was my Spanish and Irish great-grandmother Maria McCulloh with bright blue eyes and a strong Spanish accent. In 1891 she was in an arranged marriage at 16 to my great grandfather who was 70 years old. Alarming to say the least…but we have no control over our history, we can only embrace it, be grateful we are here, and perhaps NOT marry someone 54 years older than us. But thanks to Grandma McCulloh, I have a great story and a little bit of Irish in my blood.
Have a blessed day. I’ll leave you with my Mom’s favorite St. Patrick’s Day blessing.
Thanks for joining me,
❤️Lucretia
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