Erin go Bragh!

 At Hamilton House, We’re Ready to Celebrate St. Patrick and All Things Irish and Celtic

The bit of Irish in my bloodline and my pre-pandemic solo bicycle ride across the Emerald Isle—along with reading ‘How the Irish Saved Civilization’—have made me fall for the lore and fun of this age-old festival.

It’s hard to tell truth from fiction when it comes to St. Patrick and the revelry in his name. Layer upon layer of myths and attributions have flourished since the slave-turned-missionary walked the land in the 5th century. Padraig’s Christianizing quest in Ireland wiped out much the organic Druid and Celtic spiritually that once defined the land.

Much myth making has been fomented by the church. But Irish Americans, longing for that mystical homeland, have likely done more to exploit St. Patrick than any group. Parades? American. Green beer? American. Public group drunkenness? American.

But, here we are! Our bungalow reflects both kernels of truth and pure hype. And on Saturday I plan to run 3.1 miles/5K in an annual Shamrock Run—likely decked out in St. Patrick’s Day silliness. No, I won’t be drinking green beer! But I might celebrate my first post-heart attack running event with a pint of Guinness.

So, here’s to myth and lore and hype and shenanigans in the name of St. Patrick and for the glory of Ireland! 

Erin go Bragh!