As a daughter of that Irishman that "Memere's own daughter married", I found this post especially entertaining.
The flag of Ireland is Green, White and Orange so those orange lights caused only happy feelings of solidarity here in this half French Canadian / half Irish Family ;)
Glad to hear it! It was a faintly common sight on the West Side back in the day. I think with great fondness on your Mom and also on your Dad, the first Irishman I ever knew!
Wow! I admired them so much! They were fun, funny, charming and loving.
A story about your Dad. When I was in college, I thought it would be very grown up of me to drop the "Uncle" and "Mononc'" honorific when speaking to my uncles. I tried this ONCE at a family Christmas party. "Hi, Bill!" I chimed when I greeted him. The look your father gave me was not one of anger, but of combined disappointment, pity and gentle disapproval. It was clear that I had ruptured the boundary on the holy ground of familial respect. I instantly understood and did not repeat my mistake ever again. A wordy sermon would not have been more persuasive than Uncle Bill's pained silence at that moment. :-)
Oh my Goodness Jean, that is fantastic!! Your description is spot on about our jobs as teens to push boundaries to see where they are ... and about my father's ability, with very few words, to let you know exactly where that line was drawn.
I too was the recipient of that look on more than one occasion or in the audience when it was directed at one of my sibs.
I think I have inherited that look too. There are no Poker Faces in this family
Love this, Jean. Your dear mémère, the orange candles, bargains at Zayre’s! Funny, we were Irish through and through, but my mother hated the wearin’ of the green and drinking on St. Patrick’s day. She thought it cheapened the Irish. She passed that on to me. 😊☘️
As a daughter of that Irishman that "Memere's own daughter married", I found this post especially entertaining.
The flag of Ireland is Green, White and Orange so those orange lights caused only happy feelings of solidarity here in this half French Canadian / half Irish Family ;)
Top of the Mornin' to Ya' and Bon Matin <3
Glad to hear it! It was a faintly common sight on the West Side back in the day. I think with great fondness on your Mom and also on your Dad, the first Irishman I ever knew!
You are so sweet. And I know they both thought very fondly of creative, witty, wise, social you!! <3
Wow! I admired them so much! They were fun, funny, charming and loving.
A story about your Dad. When I was in college, I thought it would be very grown up of me to drop the "Uncle" and "Mononc'" honorific when speaking to my uncles. I tried this ONCE at a family Christmas party. "Hi, Bill!" I chimed when I greeted him. The look your father gave me was not one of anger, but of combined disappointment, pity and gentle disapproval. It was clear that I had ruptured the boundary on the holy ground of familial respect. I instantly understood and did not repeat my mistake ever again. A wordy sermon would not have been more persuasive than Uncle Bill's pained silence at that moment. :-)
Oh my Goodness Jean, that is fantastic!! Your description is spot on about our jobs as teens to push boundaries to see where they are ... and about my father's ability, with very few words, to let you know exactly where that line was drawn.
I too was the recipient of that look on more than one occasion or in the audience when it was directed at one of my sibs.
I think I have inherited that look too. There are no Poker Faces in this family
I'll watch for that look the next time we get together! I may have picked up one or two from Pauline as well!!
Love this, Jean. Your dear mémère, the orange candles, bargains at Zayre’s! Funny, we were Irish through and through, but my mother hated the wearin’ of the green and drinking on St. Patrick’s day. She thought it cheapened the Irish. She passed that on to me. 😊☘️