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Friday, March 15, 2013
RB'S QUESTION OF THE DAY: March 15, 2013: Have you heard any “legends,” “stories” or “yarns” about why we’re suppose to wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day? If so, please share them with us.
Have you heard any “legends,” “stories” or “yarns” about why we’re suppose to wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day?
In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm a wee bit of a character - I come by it naturally; I come from a long line of characters. Our paternal Great-Grandmother came from Ireland, but she was Scottish, her ancestors having fled Scotland for Ireland to escape the British many generations ago. Then she up and married a British man, our Great-Grandfather who was a very strong, opinionated man who told this story about Saint Patrick's Day (most likely to get her goat), our Dad heard it and repeated it often. It went like this:
Long long ago, a ship filled with monkeys crashed right off the Irish shores. The monkeys swam to the island and made their home there. After a time though, the island became over-run with monkeys to the point where they were everywhere and were quite a nuisance, so the Irish men got together and decided to have a hunting season for them with bounties being paid on each monkey.
So the day came, the men went out to hunt, but when they gathered back together at the end of the day, they found they had killed just as many Irish children as they had monkeys (the inference here is that Irish children look like monkeys), so when the day came around the next year, Irish mothers decided to dress their children in green so the hunters could tell them apart from the monkeys. And to this day, that is why the Irish dress in green.
True? Hardly, but I remember G-Grandma giving him a slap on the arm when he told the story. Funny people. LOL
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In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm a wee bit of a character - I come by it naturally; I come from a long line of characters. Our paternal Great-Grandmother came from Ireland, but she was Scottish, her ancestors having fled Scotland for Ireland to escape the British many generations ago. Then she up and married a British man, our Great-Grandfather who was a very strong, opinionated man who told this story about Saint Patrick's Day (most likely to get her goat), our Dad heard it and repeated it often. It went like this:
Long long ago, a ship filled with monkeys crashed right off the Irish shores. The monkeys swam to the island and made their home there. After a time though, the island became over-run with monkeys to the point where they were everywhere and were quite a nuisance, so the Irish men got together and decided to have a hunting season for them with bounties being paid on each monkey.
So the day came, the men went out to hunt, but when they gathered back together at the end of the day, they found they had killed just as many Irish children as they had monkeys (the inference here is that Irish children look like monkeys), so when the day came around the next year, Irish mothers decided to dress their children in green so the hunters could tell them apart from the monkeys. And to this day, that is why the Irish dress in green.
True? Hardly, but I remember G-Grandma giving him a slap on the arm when he told the story. Funny people. LOL
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RB
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