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17 March 2182
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
The irish song I like the most is one I first heard in a movie called the Nephew, in english , from 1998.
LYRICS referrals
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/fill-fill-run-return-return-my-love.html
https://genius.com/Anuna-fill-fill-a-run-lyrics
Lyrics in irish
Fill, fill a rún [Verse 1] Ó crá ort, a shagairt Uí Domhnaill Nach dona go deo mar a d'imigh tú Ó léigh sé an tAifreann Dé Domhnaigh 's bhí sé maidin Dé Luan ina mhinistir [Chorus] Ó fill, ó fill a rún ó Fill a rún ó Is ná h’imigh uaim Ó Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóirín Ó is gheo-ghaidh tú an ghlóir má fhillean tú [Verse 2] Dá bheic-feadh sibh Neilí Dé Dómhaigh 'S a gúna bhán go sala uirthi Búclai buí in a bróga 's í á tarraingt sa ród mar phúca [Chorus] Ó fill, ó fill a rún ó Fill a rún ó Is ná h’imigh uaim Ó Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóirín Ó is gheo-ghaidh tú an ghlóir má fhillean tú [Verse 3] Tá malacht na sagart 's na mbráithre leat I do mhála ag imeacht duit 'S nach measa duit malacht do mháthartha Ná á bhaca tú aIríamh den bhunadh sin [Chorus] Ó fill, ó fill a rún ó Fill a rún ó Is ná h’imigh uaim Ó Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóirín Ó is gheo-ghaidh tú an ghlóir má fhillean tú Verse 4 Ó thréigh tú Peadar is Pól, agus Thréigh tú Eoin is an bhunadh sin Ó thréigh tú an Mhaighdeán ’s an ghlóir, is Nach dona go deo mar a d'imigh tú [Chorus] Ó fill, ó fill a rún ó Fill a rún ó Is ná h’imigh uaim Ó Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóirín Ó is gheo-ghaidh tú an ghlóir má fhillean tú
Lyrics in english
Return, Return my Love Oh woe unto you, oh1 priest Ó Domhnaill Don't ever be so wretched as when you left Oh he performed the mass on Sunday And was a minister2 on Monday morning Oh return, oh return, my love, oh Return, my love, oh, don't leave my side Oh return, my beloved3 and my darling oh And you'll receive the glory if you do return If you could see Neilí on Sunday And her white dress with heels on her Yellow buckles on the shoes She is being dragged in the street like a puck4 Oh return, oh return, my love, oh Return, my love, oh, don't leave my side Oh return, my beloved3 and my darling oh And you'll receive the glory if you do return The curse of the priests and the brothers5 You carry with you in your leaving bag And worse for you your maternal6 curse Don't ever block yourself from that heritage Oh return, oh return, my love, oh Return, my love, oh, don't leave my side Oh return, my beloved3 and my darling oh And you'll receive the glory if you do return Oh, you forsook Peter and Paul And you forsook John and this heritage Oh you forsook the Maiden and her glory, and Don't ever be as wretched as when you left Oh return, oh return, my love, oh Return, my love, oh, don't leave my side Oh return, my beloved3 and my darling oh And you'll receive the glory if you do return 1. vocative particle can be translated as oh or sometimes as my 2. i.e. he changed sides from Catholic to Protestant 3. a. b. c. d. literally: pulse 4. Irish mythical beings considered to be bringers both of good and bad fortune 5.religious brothers 6.or your mother's curse
https://youtu.be/FjGSsBmZtOY?t=619
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