The True Meaning of St. Patrick's Day

To most of the world, March 17 is St. Patrick's Day.  To me, as I mentioned this morning, it's the day of my grandmother's birthday, Rose Leviton.  The world just celebrates it on her behalf.  Chicago just throws a big parade in her honor and memory.  Grandma Rose deserves it -- she was perhaps the sweetest, most wonderful person I've known.  I've had this confirmed by many others during my life.  

(My father tells the story that whenever she came into his medical office for an appointment, afterwards she'd always carefully fold up the paper gown that all doctors give, so she could use it again and not cost her son-in-law any expense..  He kept telling her, "You really don't have to do that.  I can afford the paper gown.  Really."  Or when she was living in an apartment building late in her life, and the building was trying to go condo and wanted her to buy her place, the owners gave her a turkey for the holidays as a sort of nudge.  She thought it was so thoughtful of them that she baked them cookies.)

My mother was a fine daughter, taking after her mother and carrying on the legacy of endearing sweetness..

So, to help honor the day and all the parades and to participate the celebration with everyone around the world -- here's the wonderful song, "Ring to the Name of Rose."  

And as a double-treat, it's performed by the great Mills Brothers.  (And after hearing this sweet, charming song, you may be surprised to larn that it's written by George M. Cohan.)