Feeling Irish, sometimes

March 18, 2011 at 5:50 AM | Posted in Back Where I Come From | Leave a comment
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I wonder if people who are of Czech origins feel Czech in the same way that I feel Irish on St. Patrick’s day and Italian when watching the Godfather or eating raviolis? Now I know that Greeks always feel Greek. I once went to a wedding between an Italian-American girl and a Greek-American man. At the ceremony, the Greeks seemed to boycott the nuptials as only one side of the Church was filled and at the reception, the father of the groom only danced to Greek music. This American melting pot idea was not for this son of Socrates.

When I was growing up being Irish was all Bing Crosby and Barry Fitzgerald and Going My Way. But Angela’s Ashes and the horrific and continuing Priest scandal have taken the edge off the overt sentimentality, for me at least.

My red-haired father was wholly Irish in lineage and my mother’s mother, Antoinette, was born in Italy. I’ve always thought this perfect. The reverse would have been a culinary disaster. I think that it is important to know these distinctions, have fun with them but not take them seriously. We have enough to do, here in America.

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