HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY !
If my mother, would have been my father, my formal, family, last name would be Casey. So I do have some pride of ownership in having relatives who call the Land of Ireland, The Emerald Isle, their home land. The last time that I checked, the name Casey certainly is Irish. Casey actually came from O’Casey.
Ah yes the Irish! Good as it is, Sad as it is* I am, to some extent, certainly one of them. Avery Casey (my maternal grandfather) married Janet Stewart. Last time I checked, the family name Stewart was certainly Scottish. My first name Stewart, was given to me from my maternal grandmother Janet Stewart. So that makes me Scotch-Irish.
Odd? I never hear the blending of the Irish and the Scotch called Irish-Scotch. It’s always Scotch-Irish.
* What’s to be sad about? The Irish seem to be known for their melancholy / depressive tendencies. As far as I have been able to ascertain, all of the mental illness in my family has come 100% from my mother’s (primarily on the Irish side) genealogy.
Certainly the history of Ireland, under the shadow of England, has been, to a some extent, dismal.
Then there came the infamous potato-famine.
During this four year period, things really ‘went South’ in Ireland. My great-great-great grandfather Casey emigrated to the Boston area from Ireland and then on into Canada and became a Loyalist (Loyal to the British Crown) during our United States Revolutionary War.
Well, I certainly love the Music of Ireland. And their pride of being Irish.
Here’s to the Wearing of the Green !
An Irish Pub here in Irkutsk.
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