Everybody is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day
A blog post by Sr. Collections Manager, Jobi O’Kin Zink
St. Patrick’s day has always been my favorite holiday even though I don’t have an Irish bone in my body. I remember when I was in 7th grade my dad got us all matching Kelly green sweatshirts with an apostrophe transforming Okin, Russian for perch, into O’kin, English for I’m pretending to be Irish. It was pretty convincing when the four of us cheered on the sidelines in our matching sweatshirts at our town parade.
Then there was the Friday night dinner with Irish soda bread and corned beef from Dad’s favorite caterer, the Market Basket instead of the typical brisket and challah. It’s virtually the same thing, isn’t it?
Over the years I’ve eaten a lot of green bagels, as did St. Patrick himself!
And I’ve drank my fair share of green beer (Note: I now prefer to drink real Irish beer: Guinness, Harp or Smithwicks!) on St. Patrick’s Day.
And while I am excited that St. Patrick’s Day is being embraced by the masses, I miss the chance to hang out in Irish bars, singing Irish tunes, celebrating Irish culture.
It really didn’t surprise many that Eric (who is neither Irish nor Jewish, but plays the Gaelic sport hurling) and I decided to go Ireland and hike the Ring of Kerry on the west coast for our 5th anniversary.
Just a few photos to highlight the trip (let me know if you want to see the full scrapbook!)
For five days we hiked and tramped across beautiful and diverse terrain.
More than once I was grateful to St. Patrick for driving the snakes out of Ireland. It certainly made scrambling over rocks a lot less nerve wracking.
Cool old cemeteries to explore but little shelter to protect you from the passing storms.
I attempted to go to services while in Ireland, but there were no synagogues in Kerry. In fact, most Jews outside of Dublin come to Dublin for the High Holidays. I insisted that we go to the Jewish museum.
Naturally we took a tour of the Guinness factory, and as history geeks, we got a kick out of their campaign ad. This year as I don my green and raise my pint (or two or three) maybe I’ll add a L’chaim to the chorus of Slainte.
2 replies on “Everybody is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day”
I think we still have one O’kin kelly green sweatshirt around somewhere. Also you neglected to mention our NY Times bill is always addressed to J. O’kin.
Loved your tale of St. Paddy’s Day! Have a Guinness on us.
Love and many flour leaf clovers,
Mommie
I forgot to mention: The St. Patrick Eats Bagels pin is the only “Irish” artifact in the JMM collection.