
By Kate McClanaghan, www.voiceoverinfo.com
I can honestly attest in all my life I have never had so much as a sip of “green beer”. And certainly not because I’m not true to my Irish-American roots. Quite the opposite. The truth is I’m more Irish than anyone I know having grown up in America, aside from my immediate family and a small handful of very dear friends, who, like me, are first-generation Irish.
Yet, for years now, I have been challenged by pedestrian pub patrons, “But aren’t you Irish? You’re supposed to drink green beer ‘cuz everybody’s Irish on St. Patty’s Day!”
In my observation these are the same folks who find themselves almost inevitably overindulging themselves in a bar in the middle of a work week every St. Patrick’s Day. Perhaps going so far as to paint terrific green, greasy shamrocks on their cheeks, sport prefab green felt derby hats and drunkenly rooting for an imaginary team in the stands of one-sided football game.
Perhaps it’s for just that reason I have refrained.
Call me something of traditionalist, but to me being Irish means something a wee bit more.
It means enjoying the company of others—and the more diverse and challenging the better. It just feels way more comfortable to us somehow. It’s the air we breathe. It’s how we’re wired. We prefer to mix it up.
And we appreciate a good story, both in the listening and the telling—each are equally rewarding and highly valued. Although expect to be interrupted. That should be a given. And you’ll have to forgive it, as that’s when we feel the most at home.
Story and the telling of it speaks to the core of our existence in being Irish. Regardless of how “inaccurate” the details of the story may appear. Unless of course the story is told by a family member or close friend. Then all bets are off. In that case we reserve the right to completely contradict it and fully embellish yet another version—even if just for the sake of the telling. This is something we lovingly refer to as ‘blarney’. It’s our birthright. We can’t help it.
Hospitality is another over the top traits of a true Irishman. We’re all about it and to a ridiculous extent. For example, tell me if this doesn’t sound even remotely familiar: “Cup of tea? Pillow? Place to rest your feet? Here this seat’s even better, try this one and get yourself comfortable. That’s better. You hungry?” It goes on. In fact, it’s incessant. Again, we couldn’t avoid this compulsion even if we tried. It goes deep.
And then there’s this thing called pride. Frankly, I can barely speak to it because, like so many of my fellow ‘Micks’, it’s tethered to so much humility it tends to be weighted down with a generous helping of humble pie on top. It’s not just dessert, too often it’s the whole damn meal.
That being said, the Irish, like the more interesting things in life, are not without their dualities, and in some circles have all but taken credit for the creation of civilization as we know it. Not sure if I can or would even want to own that distinction, but there you have it. I’ve seen it roll out on PBS, so it must be true. There you have it. The many contradictions abound.
Now, if you found yourself (or those you love) in any of these aforementioned characteristics, then maybe you too, to a greater or lesser extent, have some Irish roots. Or maybe “being Irish” is a bit more universal than this simple holiday may suggest.
I still like that these things are celebrated, as I see it, on St. Patrick’s Day—and that has nothing to do with green beer. Not a thing.
So, every St. Pat’s, I wear the map of Ireland on my face, sing at least one verse of The Patriot Game as my Grandfather surely did, slow and with feeling, even if it’s only to myself. And I do my level best to catch at least one of the following movies, which collectively I refer to as “Kate’s Irish Film Festival”.
In my mind, my Irish Film Festival takes place every year from the beginning of March lasting until at least the week following St. Patrick’s Day on March 17th.
Catch one or more of them, if you can, I highly recommend it—oh, and that’s another thing we “Paddies” are known for: stellar, first-hand recommendations of all things remarkable. And these films most certainly qualify.
Celebrate the day. Celebrate who you are and who came before you. But most of all, celebrate those you’re with right now and the future you’re creating every minute of every day.
Slainte’ !* 
Kate’s ‘Irish Film Festival’ Selections
Agnes Browne (1999)
The Commitments (1991)
The Daughter of Rosie O’Grady (1950)
The Field (1990)
Hear My Song (1992)
In America (2002)
In Bruges (2008)
In The Name of the Father (1993)
Miller’s Crossing (1990)
My Left Foot (1989)
Once (2006)
The Quiet Man (1952)
The Secret of Roan Inish (1994)
Waking Ned Divine (1998)
War of the Buttons (1994)
*an Irish toast, pronounced ‘SLAN-cha’, meaning to your health!