Happy St. Patrick's Day! Yep, I'm Irish--partly, at least--along with English, Scottish, French, German, and Swiss. (Hm...I don't think I left anyone out.)
I love green, and wish I lived close enough to an Irish pub to just hang out there today. But I'll make do with wearing a green sweater, and remembering the Danny Party.
I threw the Danny Party on March 17, 2002, when my cousin Dan was visiting from Texas, where he has lived for about thirty years. He was in the area for some training, and I thought it would be neat if the whole family had an opportunity to see him, which doesn't happen often.
So I did some serious cleaning, and invited the aunts, uncles, and cousins. I'd love to show you pictures, but don't want to embarrass anyone. So I'll tell you: I have a picture of my son and the cousin nearest his age, using a block and tackle to hoist a golf bag into the old tree house, just to see if they could. (Golf has become a family reunion tradition. Hoisting the bag into the tree house was a new twist.)
I have a picture of each set of aunt/uncle who were able to attend, and one of my dad and his girlfriend.
Have I ever mentioned that there are fifteen cousins in my generation? Ten boys, five girls. The big group photo is of me and the cousins who got here. None of the girl cousins made it (!), so I'm in the front row, dwarfed by the boy cousins. Some of them had made a two-hour drive to see Dan.
We had a wonderful time at the Danny Party. Coincidentally, March 17 is our grandfather's birthdate. I think he would have been 112 that day. How he would have loved seeing us all together. How Grandma would have fussed to make sure everyone was in a picture. I took care of it, Grandma.
I imagine St. Patrick's Day will always make me think of the Danny Party...with a smile.