Here at Lost Creek we are anxious for our summer season to begin. We have rolled The Mountain Man Chuck wagon out of it’s winter shed, and begun the needed cleaning and prep for our first event in June. Oh that old wagon looks so good sitting out in the sun.
First we will enjoy Spring! Today is the first calendar day of Spring, Spring!! Here at Lost Creek we have waited for the first few days of warmth, those hope filled days where we turn our faces to the sun and blink, like animals who hibernate through the long winter! Wait!!! That is us, we do hibernate.
We have dreams of driving down hot, dusty roads; through cornfields, past watery ditches, along side meadows of wild flowers. We have dreams of mailboxes standing sentry at the end of lanes. We have dreams of warm days and nights, with stars shining outside our tent door, and the sounds of laughter at nearby campfires.
Beginning in the 1840s many Irish left their home land to escape the suffering of the potato blight and the inequity of the English upper class who ruled in Ireland. They came into the eastern ports, Boston down to Savannah. These areas were populated by many direct descendents’ of the early settlers who considered themselves “native” to the united States.
The Irish immigrants were received with hostility and fear. They often had few skills but cleaning cooking and farm labor, and did not meet up with the standards of those already long settled. They were mostly Catholic, a religion not understood by the more Protestant population of the time,
The Irish immigrant population; a hearty, free thinking and independent bunch, developed a reputation of lusty living, brawling, and drinking. The reputation was partly based in truth. The Irish were determined to be free, and to succeed. They pushed back when ostracized, and through hard work and perseverance the Irish created a new world for themselves.
Along with their freethinker, total living reputation, the Irish brought with them magical tales of tiny people, beautiful goddesses, fairies and of course the Catholic saints.
Today we celebrate St Patrick’s Day, and if we are not even a little bit Irish, we pretend, so that we too can be involved in the historical tradition of honoring the sacred saint of Ireland, and enjoying a wee bit of the dram.