I fly my tricolor several times a year. On St. Pat's, of course. And 18 April when the present day, independent Republic of Ireland officially came into being. From 24 April to 30 April to commemorate the Easter Rising in 1916. On 22 August to mark the anniversary of the death of Michael Collins in 1922.
But of course St. Pat's has special significance, far beyond the repulsive sight of green beer that Americans seem to think has something to do with Ireland.
Nobody sees my tricolor. But that's not the point. It's for me, and is my own way of acknowledging a history that is worth keeping in mind. Worth remembering and honoring.
Besides, the cows like it.
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What I got out of reading Carl Jung was that our roots do run deep in our psyche and has a great deal to say about who we can and will be. It's good to open the window to Ireland or whatever place your people came from to "remember" that your one of them. In your case, you were blessed with visits in person as well as the spirit. A lucky Man indeed.
Same as when I fly my Gadsden Flag, I reckon. April 19th is my day for that.
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