St. Patrick’s Day Crawl

Cuisine Kathleen is having a sharing of the green party. If you’ve never visited her blog you should because she always has such yummy goodies to share and pretty tables to show. She knows what to put on a plate! For the 6th Annual St. Patrick’s Day Crawl I’m putting some goodies from the past together.  Thank you, Kathleen.

This little Belleek bowl is about the only thing I have that is Irish and worthy of St. Patrick’s Day. I found it at a thrift store for under $5.00 and thought it was a steal!

The Dear Little Shamrock

by Andrew Cherry

There’s a dear little plant that grows in Ireland.
‘Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it.
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile.
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, and the mireland,
And it’s called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

That dear little plant still grows in our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they ever appear in:
For they shine thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, and the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

That dear little plant that springs from our soil,
When its three little leaves are extended,
Denotes from the stalk we together should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.

shamrock ~ In the irish language, this tiny three-leaved -and, with luck, four-leaved – plant is called seamrac or semrach, the diminutive of the word for clover, seamar. Thus shamrock means, literally, “little clover,” which is just what it is.

The Dear Little Shamrock

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our Isle,
Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it;
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile,
And the dew from his eye often wet it.
It shines thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland,
And he called it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

Chorus:

The dear little Samrock, the sweet little shamrock,
the dear little, sweet little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear Ireland.

That dear little plant still grows in our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they ever appear in.
For they shine thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

CHORUS

That dear little plant that springs from our soil,
When its three little leaves are extended,
Denotes from the stalk we togethr should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, thro’ the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.

CHORUS

From 2008 at Fado an Irish Pub in downtown Seattle…

An Old Celtic Blessing

May the blessing of light be on you –
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.

IMGP7563I love Celtic Crosses. This one is from Graceland Cemetery in Chicago, Illinois.

 I will be making Corned Beef and Cabbage this weekend at our son’s place in Eastern Washington. Do you make it this time of year?

C is for Cemeteries

Some of the places that I like to visit when we travel are cemeteries. I only enjoy very old cemeteries. Here is a sampling from several of the cemeteries I’ve visited.

Alton to Cotswolds 199St. James Church in Chipping Campden (Cotswolds) U.K. September 2013

IMGP9396Monumentale Cemetery in Milan, Italy March of 2013

IMGP7563Graceland Cemetery in Chicago, Illinois May of 2012

IMGP7117IMGP7115Riverside National Cemetery California May 2012. My Father in law is buried at this cemetery.

Arlington National Cemetery May 2011

Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia October 2012

Ivy Lawn Cemetery in Ventura, California

Calvary Cemetery ~ Seattle June 2008

Crosses could have been an added theme for the letter C. I wouldn’t mind re-visiting some of these cemeteries. I have a goal in my head to visit a very old cemetery covered in snow…

Hope your week is going well.

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Great is Thy Faithfulness ~ Hymn

Great is Thy Faithfulness

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

Refrain

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Refrain

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

Refrain

Words: Thomas O. Chisholm, 1923.

Happy Father’s Day!

Graceland Cemetery

One of the days I was in Chicago I got real brave and found the city transit bus I needed to get to Graceland Cemetery that is just north of Wrigley Field. I really enjoy old cemeteries with great above ground headstones/monuments.

The bus let me off right at the main gate of the cemetery. Sigh of relief. I was the only visitor at the cemetery but thankfully there were grounds crew there mowing and edging so I wasn’t completely alone. That would have been a little creepy.

This cemetery really is one of the best in the U.S. I’ve been to so far. I had a walking guide that led me to some  noteworthy Chicago people buried here.

This is Peter Schoenhofen’s tomb 1827-1893. He established Schoenhofen’s Brewery. Although a significant amount of the brewery has been lost, the structures that remain of the Schoenhofen Brewery are still the most impressive pre-Prohibition era brewery structures in Chicago. Buildings were first erected in 1862.  The last buildings were built in 1912, and the brewery remained in business until 1924, a casualty of prohibition. Supposedly, members of the Schoenhofen family used a tower to broadcast radio messages to German agents during World War I, prompting federal agents to seize the brewery.

 William Kimball (1828-1904) He was the founder of the Kimball Piano and Organ Company.

Potter Palmer, Architect, 1826-1902. A prominent Chicago social leader, he was the primary developer of State Street, and built the Palmer House Hotel.

Architect. Born Lucius George Fisher Jr. in Beloit, Wisconsin, on November 27, 1843, he was a Chicago paper company magnate and architect. In 1895, he commissioned the Daniel Burnham & Company to build the 20 story, 275 foot tall Fisher Building in the loop community area of Chicago, Illinois. Completed in 1896, the landmark Fisher Building is the oldest 20 story building in Chicago that has not been demolished. Lucius George Fisher Jr. died in Chicago, Illinois, on March 20, 1916.

Dexter Graves (1789-1844) The Graves family was one of Chicago’s earliest settlers, arriving from Ohio in 1831. Note the most appropriate sculpture for the family name. The bronze is by the famous Lorado Taft and is called ‘Eternal Silence.’ He married Olive Kendall in 1818. Dexter was a son of Charles Graves and his first wife Lucy Brown, and was a seventh generation descendant of Thomas Graves who settled in Hartford, CT in 1645. Dexter lived in Norwich, Chenango Co., NY, and in Ashtabula Co., OH. His son Henry Graves was one of the richest men in Chicago.

There are Halloween rumors that the eyes glow on this statue on Halloween night. It’s pretty creepy even without the eyes glowing.

On my way out walking to Wrigley field to catch a Trolley back to downtown I passed another cemetery that was locked up for renovations.

I was happy to meet up with the trolley on schedule for my trip back. This is a very long post with a lot of photos and I didn’t even share all the photos I took. As always I find out after the fact what I missed when I do more research. I might have a chance to get back here since the ASCO conference will be in Chicago the next several years and Dear might have to represent his company again.

From an early age my siblings and I went to funerals and cemeteries. We were never left at home when my parents attended a funeral. It was part of our life to be exposed and not sheltered from death as hard as death is…

On a brighter note…the sun is shining here to day and as I look out my window I do not see any clouds. I’ll have to find something to do out and about to get my fair share of vitamin D. Have a great Father’s Day weekend everyone!