My first memory of St. Patrick's Day was when my first grade class performed at the holiday school assembly. Good Shepherd grammar school was filled with Rileys, McCanns, O'Briens and a few token Italians (maybe part of an early childhood exchange program). I remember Sister Terrence passing out plastic trombones, saxes and drums, along with green cardboard top hats that were covered in green glitter. I still remember we sang "Mc Namara's Band," a novelty song by Bing Crosby that seems to have soon after died an unnatural death. I remember my parents being very happy that night and I remember people clapping for our class and feeling good inside.
Unfortunately, soon thereafter, I learned what being Irish was really all about. Happy St. Pat's to everyone.
Luck O' The Irish