Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all! St. Patrick is a very special saint for me because 1) I’m Irish by descent with ancestors primarily from County Cork, Ireland (southern Ireland); 2) my middle name is Patrick, same as my Dad’s middle name, my grandfather’s middle name, and my third and fourth grandfather’s on my dad’s side are both named Patrick by their first names (ironic, Patrick the father of Patrick, isn’t it?); and 3) as a Catholic, I feel a special connection to him as he is one of my patron saints.
That’s where my Irish genealogical research ends for our direct Murphy line ends, around the 1730s. Someday, I’ll have to go to Ireland to see what else I can learn and to explore Ireland, its history, people, beauty, and its majesty.
Short note on running irony related to today: Ran 3.33 miles today although I was planning on just running a 5k (St. Patrick taught of the Holy Trinity, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit using the shamrock: three persons in one God.) It seemed way more than coincidental or ironic to me to press stop at 3.33 miles. Three is a perfect, magic number.
For those of you that don’t know what “Erin Go Bragh” means, it means “Ireland forever!”. Once again, Happy St. Patrick’s Day from our front door (see below) to yours, Irish and honorary Irish! My Irish eyes are smiling at you! Slainte! (Health)