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17 March 2026
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17 March 2026
This event began 03/17/2025 and repeats every year forever
Saint PAtrick day
https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-eostre-art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&comment=889
STORY
A little boy in the house with his father side mother, come into the study of his father. He hold a coloring page.
"Hey Papa, my school wanted me to color this shamrock image any color I wanted and share it online"
The father look on and say: "Nice choice of green son"
"What do you know about Saint Patrick's Day Papa": inquire the son. The father nip his son. His son rub the nipped spot and give a little smile, in a face of confusion.
The father open his arms and the son sit on his lap, coloring page in hand: "Your grandmere nipped me if I didn't wear green on Saint Patrick's day, but beyond a little, I do not know much. We are not Irish. But I know someone who knows far far more"
"Oh yeah, who dad"
"Well, where do I begin..."
Many years in the past, the father, a younger man, unmarried unparent, stand in front of a bar downtown Manhattan. A poster is in their window, and the day is Saint Patrick's day.
He goes inside and take a seat side friends. A waitress come by and ask what they will drink. R and LD, or D and A want Guinnesses. The father to be, alone, choose the same. A waitress come by with a drink.
He takes his sip and all five enjoy the day. As the sun is soon to sleep, the two couples go to their homes and the husband to be is alone, walking to fifty ninth street. He could had gone into the train station to get on the A train back home to Harlem, before the Blacks were pushed out. But, he chose to take a seat on a park bench and think of a lady on the other side of a southern sea. He walk about a bench when he gets a nip. He lift his foot up and he can not believe it. A little man is looking up at him.
"Amadán mór thú!" : yell the little man and he continue: "Ní thuigeann tú mé ... ahhh watch were ya going you fathach seacláide!"
The father to be look to the street.
"Iontach!, what do you think you are doing, dreaming, or drunk"
The husband to be squat and speak to the little man:"maybe I am"
The little man howl a laugh: "I once out drank Fionn mac Cumhaill who as a boy was better than most men, when he last saw his wife, before he ventured away I challenged him to a contest of wine made in the deepest cave in Tir na nog by the loveliest tuathe de women... ahhh now we were truly drunk, you are merely a weak bellied"
The father to be rise: "well, I apologize, happy saint paddy day"
"AHHHH!!!": the little man yell out:"You dhaoine associate the shamrock with that blue scarved baiste, that is not the truth". The husband to be, sit on a park bench. The little man sit next to him, and he look out.
"Don't worry, none can see me": and the little man continue to shine a shoe, a pendant made for a bigger neck rolled up at his side, and he continue as the father to be smile at him: "the truth is, saint patrick was a good man, but he never wanted all this philandering and ag ol. He wanted calm, serenity, for when the real magic happens"
"Real magic?": query the husband to be.
"Yes, like when someone like you step on an old shoe shiner like me": the little man hold the medallion and continue: "You need to be transported to a church for that old saint Patrick, the banshee will be there"
The husband to be startle: "banshee"
The little man laugh:" calm down, a banshee isn't like in your te-le-vi-sion stories, banshees are helpful, very helpful... they tell you who will pass away soon, sometimes appearing as loving ones". The little man throw the medallion to the husband to be and snap his fingers. Suddenly, the father to be is in a church.
Seemingly empty, the father to be hear names in the wind. He walk down the isle of the church looking for the speaker.
He opines to the calm air in the church:"Ms or MRS Banshee"
He hears names over and over, whispered. The air begin to mist and the voices get louder. He feels a cool behind him and sees a female emanation, that look like a stranger
She wails out names, and turns into a younger girl, and then a man, and then an elder. The husband to be do not comprehend why so many, who is going to be gone. The father to be then realize the truth. The medallion shine in his hand, and he snap from the church to the bench.
The father to be look incredulous at the little man:" I don't get it"
"The lesson is for you to figure out, that is what your kin never comprehend, the world you call magic is safe, so are old folk like from it, but your lives are mortal, are fragile, but your spirits are eternal, their magic is why we can speak to you sometimes, try to guide you, though..." : and the little man disappear from sight, the medallion leave the hand of the father to be, and the voice of the little man continue:"... we usually fail"
The father to be rock in the park bench and get up, shaking his head, before the trek into the subway.
Back in the present, his son ask a question.
"Did you remember the names you heard, ever see that little man again?"
The father hold the son tight: "no, I can not recall any name, but today I realize, the lesson"
The son ask wondering: "what lesson"
"The kin of each person is each other person"
"Ceia is ready!": a female voice call out.
The son run out of the room, the father smile behind him, and exit his chair. The father get to the door and he hear the sound of a tiny cobbler, and smile without turning back, to get his supper.
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17 March 2026
This event began 03/17/2025 and repeats every year forever
Read a story from my good news calendar
https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-good-news-blog-stories-through-a-year/?tab=comments#comment-889
OR read it in here
A little boy in the house with his father side mother, come into the study of his father. He hold a coloring page.
Hey Papa, my school wanted me to color this shamrock image any color I wanted and share it online"
The father look on and say: "Nice choice of green son"
"What do you know about Saint Patrick's Day Papa": inquire the son. The father nip his son. His son rub the nipped spot and give a little smile, in a face of confusion.
The father open his arms and the son sit on his lap, coloring page in hand: "Your grandmere nipped me if I didn't wear green on Saint Patrick's day, but beyond a little, I do not know much. We are not Irish. But I know someone who knows far far more"
"Oh yeah, who dad"
"Well, where do I begin..."
Many years in the past, the father, a younger man, unmarried unparent, stand in front of a bar downtown Manhattan. A poster is in their window, and the day is Saint Patrick's day.
He goes inside and take a seat side friends. A waitress come by and ask what they will drink. R and LD, or D and A want Guinnesses. The father to be, alone, choose the same. A waitress come by with a drink.
He takes his sip and all five enjoy the day. As the sun is soon to sleep, the two couples go to their homes and the husband to be is alone, walking to fifty ninth street. He could had gone into the train station to get on the A train back home to Harlem, before the Blacks were pushed out. But, he chose to take a seat on a park bench and think of a lady on the other side of a southern sea. He walk about a bench when he gets a nip. He lift his foot up and he can not believe it. A little man is looking up at him.
"Amadán mór thú!" : yell the little man and he continue: "Ní thuigeann tú mé ... ahhh watch were ya going you fathach seacláide!"
The father to be look to the street.
"Iontach!, what do you think you are doing, dreaming, or drunk"
The husband to be squat and speak to the little man:"maybe I am"
The little man howl a laugh: "I once out drank Fionn mac Cumhaill who as a boy was better than most men, when he last saw his wife, before he ventured away I challenged him to a contest of wine made in the deepest cave in Tir na nog by the loveliest tuathe de women... ahhh now we were truly drunk, you are merely a weak bellied"
The father to be rise: "well, I apologize, happy saint paddy day"
"AHHHH!!!": the little man yell out:"You dhaoine associate the shamrock with that blue scarved baiste, that is not the truth". The husband to be, sit on a park bench. The little man sit next to him, and he look out.
"Don't worry, none can see me": and the little man continue to shine a shoe, a pendant made for a bigger neck rolled up at his side, and he continue as the father to be smile at him: "the truth is, saint patrick was a good man, but he never wanted all this philandering and ag ol. He wanted calm, serenity, for when the real magic happens"
"Real magic?": query the husband to be.
"Yes, like when someone like you step on an old shoe shiner like me": the little man hold the medallion and continue: "You need to be transported to a church for that old saint Patrick, the banshee will be there"
The husband to be startle: "banshee"
The little man laugh:" calm down, a banshee isn't like in your te-le-vi-sion stories, banshees are helpful, very helpful... they tell you who will pass away soon, sometimes appearing as loving ones". The little man throw the medallion to the husband to be and snap his fingers. Suddenly, the father to be is in a church.
eemingly empty, the father to be hear names in the wind. He walk down the isle of the church looking for the speaker.
He opines to the calm air in the church:"Ms or MRS Banshee"
He hears names over and over, whispered. The air begin to mist and the voices get louder. He feels a cool behind him and sees a female emanation, that look like a stranger
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She wails out names, and turns into a younger girl, and then a man, and then an elder. The husband to be do not comprehend why so many, who is going to be gone. The father to be then realize the truth. The medallion shine in his hand, and he snap from the church to the bench.
The father to be look incredulous at the little man:" I don't get it"
"The lesson is for you to figure out, that is what your kin never comprehend, the world you call magic is safe, so are old folk like from it, but your lives are mortal, are fragile, but your spirits are eternal, their magic is why we can speak to you sometimes, try to guide you, though..." : and the little man disappear from sight, the medallion leave the hand of the father to be, and the voice of the little man continue:"... we usually fail"
The father to be rock in the park bench and get up, shaking his head, before the trek into the subway.
Back in the present, his son ask a question.
"Did you remember the names you heard, ever see that little man again?"
The father hold the son tight: "no, I can not recall any name, but today I realize, the lesson"
The son ask wondering: "what lesson"
"The kin of each person is each other person"
"Ceia is ready!": a female voice call out.
The son run out of the room, the father smile behind him, and exit his chair. The father get to the door and he hear the sound of a tiny cobbler, and smile without turning back, to get his supper.
THE END
I only had one work of art in my deviantart gallery that returned something visual from green/luck/rainbow , but i found numerous in my favorites
https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/journal/March-on-Green-Feature-expose-1168543402
If you like my story consider reading the following
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sunset-children-stories
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17 March 2026
This event began 03/17/2025 and repeats every year forever
These are all the songs in the Nat King Cole Trio recordings that were composed by black writers.
Easy Listening Blues
composed by Nadine Robinson [ nat king cole's first wife; they met on tour with the play "Shuffle Along" [[ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shuffle_Along ]] ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws1igAr1pY4
This way out
composed by Nat King Cole [ the first song he recorded that he composed]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_l3oDI3e7E
Honeysuckle Rose
written + composed by Fats Waller + Andy Razaf (Andriamanantena Paul Razafinkarefo) [for the off broadway play [["Load of Coal"]] at Connie's Inn]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6Xcyvd5hpU
Lyrics
Every honey bee fills with jealousy,<br> when they see you out with me.<br> Goodness knows<br> You're my Honeysuckle Rose<br> When you're passin' by flowers droop and sigh,<br> and I know the reason why.<br> Goodness knows<br> You're my Honeysuckle Rose<br> Don't buy sugar,<br> You just have to touch my cup.<br> You're my sugar.<br> It's sweeter when you stir it up.<br> When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips<br> seems the honey fairly drips.<br> Goodness knows<br> You're my Honeysuckle Rose<br> Guitar solo<br> Goodness knows<br> You're my Honeysuckle Rose<br> Don't buy sugar,<br> You just have to touch my cup.<br> You're my sugar.<br> It's sweeter when you stir it up.<br> When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips<br> seems the honey fairly drips.<br> Goodness knows<br> You're my Honeysuckle Rose
Waller + Razaff also did
Aint Misbehavin lyrics + composition from Razaf + waller
for a musical revue "Hot Chocolates" ... financed by dutch schultz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8fWP6a3Q4
<p> AINT MISBEHAVIN<br> No one to talk with<br> All by myself<br> No one to walk with<br> But I'm happy<br> On the shelf<br> Ain't misbehavin'<br> I'm savin' my love for you </p> <p> I know for certain<br> The one I love<br> I'm through with flirtin'<br> It's you that I'm thinkin' of<br> Ain't misbehavin'<br> I'm savin' my love for you </p> <p> Like Jack Horner<br> In the corner<br> Don't go nowhere<br> What do I care?<br> Your kisses<br> Are worth waitin' for<br> Believe me </p> <p> I don't stay out late<br> Don't care to go<br> I'm home about eight<br> Just me and my radio<br> Ain't misbehavin'<br> I'm savin' my love for you<br> Ain't misbehavin'<br> I'm savin' my love for you </p>
Razaf wrote this classic, originally for the musical revue "Hot chocolates" with music by fats waller
"(What Did I Do to Be So) Black and Blue"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHCPM7K0evc
LYRICS
Cold empty bed, springs hurt my head<br> Feels like ole ned, wished I was dead<br> What did I do to be so black and blue<br> Even the mouse ran from my house<br> They laugh at you and all that you do<br> What did I do to be so black and blue<br> I'm white inside but, that don't help my case<br> ThIs life can't hide what is in my face<br> How would it end ain't got a friend<br> My only sin is in my skin<br> What did I do to be so black and blue<br> How would it end I ain't got a friend<br> My only sin is in my skin<br> What did I do to be so black and blue
NOTES to black and blue
He demanded a comedy song for a lady who says how tough it is to be black...He literally put a gun to Andy's head and told him that if he didn't write it he would never write again. The opening-night response to the song was silence -people were stunned. Then they went crazy. Andy hadn't written the comedy song Schultz wanted, but because it was a hit, Schultz left him alone.
— Barry Singer, author of "Black and Blue: The Life and Lyrics of Andy Razaf
[Holden, Stephen (8 February 1989). "A Lot of Hit Songs from an Unsung Lyricist". The New York Times. Retrieved 17 May 2024. ; https://www.nytimes.com/1989/02/08/arts/a-lot-of-hit-songs-from-an-unsung-lyricist.html ]
And Edgar Sampson wrote Stompin at the Savoy
Straighten up and fly right
written by Nat King Cole + Irving Mills
Composed by Nat King Cole
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-4VTlQlros
LYRICS
A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air<br> The monkey thought that everything was on the square<br> The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back<br> But the monkey grabbed his neck and said, "Now listen, Jack"<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Straighten up and stay right<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top<br> Ain't no use in divin'<br> What's the use in jivin'?<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top<br> The buzzard told the monkey<br> You are chokin' me<br> Release your hold and I'll set you free<br> The monkey looked the buzzard right<br> Dead in the eye and said<br> "Your story's so touching, but it sounds<br> Just like a lie"<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Straighten up and stay right<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Straighten up and stay right<br> Straighten up and fly right<br> Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top<br> Fly right
I Love You ( For sentimental reasons )
written by Ivory "Deek" Watson of the Ink Spots + William "Pat" Best of the Four Tunes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUnguqPxzNU
LYRICS
I love you<br> For sentimental reasons<br> I hope you do believe me<br> I'll give you my heart<br> I love you<br> And you alone were meant for me<br> Please give your loving heart to me<br> And say we'll never part<br> I think of you every morning<br> Dream of you every night<br> Darling I'm never lonely<br> Whenever you are in sight<br> I love you for sentimental reasons<br> I hope you do believe me<br> I've given you my heart<br> I love you for sentimental reasons<br> I hope you do believe me<br> I've given you my heart
YOu know the Ink Spots
"Memories of You" written by Razaf and Eubie blake [ The song was introduced by singer Minto Cato in the Broadway show Lew Leslie's Blackbirds of 1930. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pg5Dv_QYwJI
Memories of You from Andy Razaf<br> VERSE 1 <br><br> <p> Why can't I forget like I should?<br> Heaven knows I would if I could<br> But I just can't keep you off my mind.<br> Though you're gone and love was in vain,<br> All around me you still remain.<br> Wonder why fate should be so unkind. </p> <p> REFRAIN </p> <p> Waking skies<br> At sunrise,<br> Ev'ry sunset, too,<br> Seems to be<br> Bringing me<br> Memories of you.<br> Here and there,<br> Ev'rywhere,<br> Scenes that we once knew,<br> And they all<br> Just recall<br> Memories of you.<br> How I wish I could forget those<br> Happy yesteryears<br> That have left a rosary of tears.<br> Your face beams<br> In my dreams,<br> 'Spite of all I do,<br> Ev'rything<br> Seems to bring<br> Memories of you. </p> <p> VERSE 2 </p> <p> Though for years we've been apart,<br> Time heals ev'rything but my heart<br> That still aches for you the same old way.<br> Seems I can't escape from the past,<br> And your spell keeps holding me fast,<br> Each tomorrow is like yesterday. </p> <p> REPEAT REFRAIN </p>
Memories of YOu from Thelonius Monk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhxIIhA_JVk
From Eubie Blake
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw9KzKJJjPs
You know the Four Tunes
"I Understand (Just How You Feel)" written by Pat Best
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=achpJtgdDNk
LYRICS
I understand just how you feel<br> Your love for me, why not be mine?<br> It's over now but it was grand<br> I understand, I understand<br> If you ever change your mind<br> Come back to me and you will find<br> Me waiting there, at your command<br> I understand, I understand<br> I miss you so, please believe me when I tell you<br> I just can't stand to see you go<br> You know<br> If you ever change your mind<br> Come back to me and you will find<br> Me waiting there at your command<br> I understand, I understand<br> Please understand just how I feel<br> Your love for me why not reveal<br> And we will know this time it's real<br> We'll understand
You Are My Love (1955 song) written by Jimmie Nabbie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTqBYz5Rouo
LYRICS
<p> You are my love, (you are my love)<br> My one and only!<br> When you're not near, (when you're not near)<br> I'm oh, so lonely! </p> <p> You are my love, (you are my love)<br> And please believe me,<br> There's not another,<br> There'll be no other one for me!# </p> <p> I sigh and cry<br> And long for you, (and long for you)<br> Oh my darling, my dear one,<br> Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! </p> <p> You are my love, (you are my love)<br> And please believe me,<br> There's not another,<br> There'll be no other one for me! </p> <p> I sigh and cry<br> And long for you,<br> Oh my darling, my dear one,<br> Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! </p> <p> You are my love, (you are my love)<br> And please believe me,<br> There's not another,<br> There'll be no other one for me!<br> (you are my love) are my love! </p>
Those who know me know I love Nat King Cole , and I can place all the music he made, remember, the song is a collaborative project, you can write a song, but can you sing it?
The Portrait of Jenny
lyrics J. Russel Robinson, Gordon Burdge
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLTPhJMddxc
LYRICS so lovely i can't resist<br> A Portrait of Jennie<br> More precious to me<br> Than a masterpiece<br> How ever famous it be<br> The portrait of Jennie<br> Is etched on my heart<br> Where her features have been<br> Sketched from the start<br> Ah, the color and beauty of life<br> And the glow of her spirit divine<br> All cast in heaven's own design<br> With a portrait of Jennie<br> I never will part<br> For there isn't any portrait of Jennie<br> Except in my heart<br> For there isn't any portrait of Jennie<br> Except in my heart
Fly Me To The Moon ( In Other Words )
lyrics+composition from George Shearing, Nat King Cole
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rABO0_pvims
LYRICS<br> Poets often use many words to say a simple thing<br> It takes thought and time and rhyme<br> To make a poem sing<br> With music and words I've been playing<br> For you, I have written a song<br> To be sure that you'll know what I'm saying<br> I'll translate as I go along<br> Fly me to the moon<br> And let me play among the stars<br> Let me see what spring is like<br> On Jupiter and Mars<br> In other words, hold my hand<br> In other words, darling kiss me<br> Fill my heart with song<br> And let me sing forever more<br> You are all I long for<br> All I worship and adore<br> In other words, please be true<br> In other words, I love you<br> Fill my heart with song<br> And let me sing forever more<br> You are all I long for<br> All I worship and adore<br> In other words, please be true<br> In other words, I love you
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