I have mine, do you have yours?
Irish credentials, that is.
Last year, as a special project, the Eastern Washington Genealogical Society researched my family history. I even mailed some saliva to a lab in California for DNA testing.
Not surprisingly, one of the findings was that some of my long-ago relatives were Irish. I already knew this. But it was nice to have it down in writing.
Wish I had that back in grade school, so when I forgot to wear green on St. Patrick's Day I could have presented the EWGS report if some kid tried to slug me in the shoulder.
Although, come to think of it, I'm not sure being part Irish got you off the hook. I think at East Elementary, back in the 1960s, it was "Wear green or face the consequences."
Punches were thrown. I remember that much.
What was St. Patrick's Day like at your grade school? Was it a pretty sedate affair or a bench-clearing brawl?
