Happy St. Patrick's Day

Art Loving
By Art Loving Latest Reply 2011-03-20 16:55:11 -0500
Started 2011-03-17 08:46:39 -0500

Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.

"Did you see the paper?" asked Gallagher. "They say I died!!"

"Yes, I saw it!" replied Finney. "Where are ye callin' from?"

Bill Gallagher

45 replies

jayabee52 2011-03-17 14:42:22 -0500 Report

Old Irish blessing: "May ya be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."

Happy St patricks day, from a middle-aged man of German decent, who wears orange on St Pats day! LoL!

cograndma 2011-03-19 09:37:45 -0500 Report

from an Irish Grandmother, you are forgiven for your orange…My great great grandfather (John Patrick O'Ryan) came through Ellis Island during the potato famine. They settled in Boston MA. Just a fun digression: my grandfather was a bat boy for the Red Sox>>

squog master
squog master 2011-03-20 10:27:01 -0500 Report

That's so cool! A bat boy for the Reds Sox. I'm a Phillies fan myself but I like the Reds Sox for 1 reason. They are also refered to as the "Bo Sox" My nickname is Bo.

Graylin Bee
Graylin Bee 2011-03-19 09:29:57 -0500 Report

While researching my roots I learned some of the Germans who left their country in 1708 - 1710 ended up in Ireland. So depending on when an Irish ancester arrived in the US they could have been German. I have a great grandmother from Ireland. Her husband's family was all here since their 1710 German departure. Then through in some other German from my Dad's side. I wore my Green for the day. We had corned beef and sauerkraut.

Brooklynsgram 2011-03-17 14:46:54 -0500 Report

Do you wear the orange just so you can get pinched! LOL!!

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 14:56:14 -0500 Report

Only my shoes and glasses are not green today. I drive an emerald green Tahoe.
But, I really like all cultures. I grew up in a Czech- German neighborhood and speak a little of each language. I really know the profanity. And, I'm a Foodie. Likely, one og my problems as a diabetic I like foods from many, many cultures. And, I liove to cook. So, far I've adapted my menu and diet.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:00:48 -0500 Report

Tonight, is Corn Beef and Cabage, but I was looking at receipts for beet soup online. I've been roasting root-vegatables, ie., celery root, turnups, beets, mushrooms, leeks. I think I'll make a soup out of some of these vegatables I have left. MMMM

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 14:50:41 -0500 Report

I just heard about this practice of pinching people. St. Paul, MN has a high Irish population and German. A saying here once was, "In St. Paul, the Germans make the beer and the Irish drink it." A perfectly poured pint is a perpetually pleasing picture.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:20:59 -0500 Report

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This sign, posted on Phalen Boulevard near Westminster Junction, describes the history of the Railroad Island and Swede Hollow neighborhoods. The shaded area on the map is Railroad Island; the stream immediately to the right of the shaded area is Swede Hollow.Swede Hollow was a neighborhood of Saint Paul, Minnesota. It was one of a large group of neighborhoods collectively known as the East Side, lying just to the east of the near-downtown Railroad Island neighborhood, and at the northwestern base of Dayton's Bluff. It was capped in the north by the sprawling Hamm's Brewery (with its imposing Hamm family mansion), and in the south by the historic Seventh Street Improvement Arches. Although one of the oldest settlements in the city, it was also arguably the poorest as each wave of immigrants settled in the valley.[1] Swedes, Poles, Italians and Mexicans all at one point called the valley home. A similar community just downstream called Connemara Patch also existed for Irish immigrants.

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1 History
2 Destruction
3 Today
4 Connemara Patch
5 References
6 References
7 Further reading

[edit] HistoryOriginally the area was a small, steep, wooded ravine cut through by Phalen Creek. The first settler, Edward Phelan, moved there in 1841. Phelan fled Minnesota in 1850 after perjury charges arose but not before being leaving a mark that would change what was once Mill Creek to Phalen.[2][3] Among the earliest inhabitants to settle permanently in the isolated spot were Swedish immigrants. First arriving in the 1850s, they gave their new home the name "Svenska Dalen," a title (or, rather, its English translation) which remained long after the original settlers had moved on, to be replaced by a wave of Italian immigrants in the early twentieth century. At the time of the neighborhood's demise in the mid-fifties, it had attracted a collection of Mexican families as well.

Swede Hollow in 1910 which was the tail end of Swedish immigration.Although remembered with a certain sense of nostalgia today, it is not an exaggeration to describe the former area as a true slum. People and industries occupying the surrounding "upper" neighborhoods used the Hollow for an impromptu dump, which the inhabitants down below routinely scavenged for clothing, metals, building supplies, and even shoe repair needs.[4] Several gristmills operated on the creek by the 1850s. In addition railroad tracks were built along the creek in 1865, because the creek bed provided a relatively easy grade up from the Mississippi River compared to the bluffs in other places.[2]

Quite remarkable for a neighborhood in the heart of a major American city of the mid-twentieth century (and even more so considering the challenging climate of the Twin Cities region), Swede Hollow was never electrified, and plumbing conditions were extremely primitive. The residences were constructed almost entirely out of recovered and scrapped building materials, and the entire affair was serviced by a single meandering dirt road. Toilet facilities consisted of outhouses constructed directly over Phalen Creek. The original inhabitants of Swede Hollow got their water from springs and used Phelan Creek as their sewer, leading to water and sanitation problems.[5]

[edit] DestructionSo squalid were the conditions of the Hollow, in fact, that in 1956 the entire neighborhood was declared a health hazard by the city. The last remaining families were forcibly evicted, and the entire housing stock was burnt to the ground on December 11 of the same year. At one time (1905) as many as 1,000 people called the tiny little glade their home, although there was much less remaining (14 families in all) at the time of the December 11, 1956 clearing.[2][6]

[edit] Today
Soon after the destruction the area became a dumping ground and gathering place for the homeless. In the 1970s the valley was cleaned up and was designated a nature center in 1976. A 1917 report remarked, "Phalen Creek and the banks of this stream are ideal for park purposes, while in their present state they constitute a menace to the health of the residents and to the community at large."[6] The area remains uninhabited to this day. The original woodland state has returned (although some of the building foundations still remain), the creek was partially restored, and the entire valley has been made part of Swede Hollow Park, a city park. The trail running along the west edge of Swede Hollow is the Bruce Vento Regional Trail, paved on the former right-of-way of the Northern Pacific Railway's Skally Line that ran from St. Paul to Duluth.[2]


jayabee52 2011-03-17 14:59:19 -0500 Report

Well I do wear a wee bit of green with the orange (to avoid the pinching), but the shirt I wear is mainly orange. The orange is because I don't want to deny that I am of the protestant faith not Roman Catholic. (I do consider my self catholic small 'c' = "universal" or "ecumenical", but not ROMAN Catholic - the name of a specific denomination in the Christian church) and I am a bit of a non-conformist in that regard.

The orange is from Irish history. You can look up Irish history in Wikipedia.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:06:16 -0500 Report

Yes, You're an Orange Man. I'm Roman Catholic by birth and upbring. But, I like what Ghandi said, "god doesn't have a religion."

jayabee52 2011-03-17 15:17:16 -0500 Report

I disagree with Ghandi on that. I believe that God has his own religion and it's our responsibility to find out what it is.

I will shut up now on this topic because this is neither the time nor place to discuss it. In fact I'm a bit sorry I brought it up here.

cograndma 2011-03-19 09:44:10 -0500 Report

I think that "religion" is just a name we give to our belief in God… How you choose to profess that belief or non belief should be your choice. I choose to be Roman Catholic and I have two children who choose to be LCMS Lutherans…

jayabee52 2011-03-17 15:42:54 -0500 Report

I've been on other discussions where religious differences had descended into a bit of a "flame war" and I am cognisent that it can happen again, and this is REALLY NOT the place for such dissention. It's OK to talk off the topic of diabetes, but it's not the place to get into a knock-down-drag-out about matters not specific to the main matter of this website.

My apologies for offending any sensibilities now, or those who come later and read this discussion.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:55:30 -0500 Report

I apologies as well to anyone reading this an being offended. But, I've revealed more about myself including my bad spelling. I tried to throw some talk about diabetes in their with cultural foods and cooking. Don't want to gross people out, but I grew up eating animal organ meats. It was commonly sold in butcher markets where I grew up. I don't eat much of it anymore.

cograndma 2011-03-19 09:47:12 -0500 Report

Have you ever had brains and eggs… YUMMM! although as diabetics I have heard that we shouldn't eat organ meats…:(

jayabee52 2011-03-17 16:12:29 -0500 Report

Don't get me started!

When growing up in OH, on the farm we butchered our own chickens, pork and beef, and I loved organ meats, espec. boiled beef heart. refrigerated, with a sprinkle of salt, man that was for me good eating. And then with the pork we made what we called "pudding" or "head cheese" fry it up in a skillet for a winter breakfast, it was delicious. Didn't think so much about the cholesterol back then. (don't have much trouble with it even today).

I've seen beef heart in supermarkets locally. Was tempted to buy one and boil it up and use it for cold cuts, and the broth for a rich tasting beef soup stock.

jayabee52 2011-03-17 16:24:08 -0500 Report

I couldn't either. I didn't mind. More for me. I used the stock in a stew or soup & they didn't know it or complain about it.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:08:16 -0500 Report

I was listening to public radio here this morning how Bishop Ireland in the 1800's imported poor Irish fisherman to polulate Minnesota with good catholics. They ended up living impoverhished on the Mississippi River flats in St. Paul.

squog master
squog master 2011-03-20 10:50:52 -0500 Report

I'm RC & my parish is Our Lady Of Good Counsel. Each year the Sunday bulletin before St. Patrick's day tells us how originally our parish was Our Lady of Good Counsel & St. Patrick. I told my brothers this but they were skeptical that it was for real til I showed them the bulletin & asked them if they remembered the statue of St. Patrick in the church. Then we all realized it was definately true cause that was the only other statue besides Jesus, Mary & Joseph in the church.

Also as the story goes, RCs were frowned upon some 200+ years ago around here. And whenever they tried to buy land in town for a church they were somehow thwarted each time. Then when the land the church now stands on was for sale they sent an unknown man to buy the land. He said it was for his business. When he was asked what kind of business he was in he repied, "I am in the business of repairing souls." The seller thought he meant "soles" and assumed he made & repaired shoes so he sold him the land. LOL :D

jayabee52 2011-03-17 15:33:20 -0500 Report

LoL! you wrote "polulate" and when I first read it I read it "pollute". Reading it again i'm sure you meant "populate". My bride "Jem" was nominally a Roman Catholic, but talking to her about religion, she was a good christian, and believed much like me. Her mother was very strong in the RC faith but was a wonderful christian and a delightful MIL. I'm quite sure I'll see them both in heaven.

My step dad also was RC, and mom didn't convert to RC nor he convert to hers, but they seem to have a wonderful marriage. (My dad died from a freak gunshot accident in 1971 - Mom & stepdad, John, have been married 25+ yrs)

Enough said!

cograndma 2011-03-19 09:52:38 -0500 Report

In my family it has been said that my maternal grand mother was a very good Catholic. this was an inside thing, because she raised 5 good catholic children and really was of no organized religion herself. All 19 of us grandchildren went to Catholic schools and went to G&G's house for breakfast every First Friday after Mass and then walked over to school. Great memories.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:39:45 -0500 Report

Yes, I'm righting fast, and didn't find any spell check. I'm at work. I'm a mental health program adminisrator. I work with the mentally ill and dangerous and sexual predators. Enough said there.

Art Loving
Art Loving 2011-03-17 15:49:31 -0500 Report

You hear the connection to people I have. Garrison and I were neighbors once and we use to stand next to one another picking out VCR movies to rent. Religion, culture, other people, they all influence who we are.
Tolereance and respect are important to practice. I do not judge even though I make decisions about others lives. Individuals like the young man in Arizona are not strangers to me.

jayabee52 2011-03-17 16:14:24 -0500 Report

Thank God for your service to humanity. I'm sympathetic to their plight, but not sure I'd have the patience to work with people like that.

jayabee52 2011-03-17 15:47:56 -0500 Report

I'm sure you do good where you are there Art. Thanks for your service to our culture.

Really your little typo revealed more about me, than about you, I'm a bit ashamed to say.