And a Happy St. Paddy's Day to You! It would be your Great-grandmother's 134th birthday were she still kicking up her heels. I can assure you that she never drank green beer or did an irish jig. Her only sally into all things irish was her love of tweed and silver bracelets (which Alexis now wears when she wants to jingle). She sang like a lark and could play When Irish Eyes Are Smiling on the baby grand piano. I do have reference, in an ancient newspaper, that she kissed the Blarney Stone when she and her mother and sisters accompanied the Mayor of Chicago to the Emerald Isle. What her mother was doing with the mayor is probably another story we should look into as Mrs. Dore was a widow at the time! Send Julian down to the pub for a pint and tell him that the thing he loves best about you is the twinkle in your eye which is intrinsically Irish. Hugs and kisses, m' darlin' and may the sun shine on you always and bless you with warmth! LSC
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