My grandmother, Agnes Patricia O'Reilly, would be quite disappointed with my choice of dinner tonight. We are having rainbow trout from the Dwight D. Eisenhower Fish Hatchery, which is two doors down from my house. The director there was kind enough to give us some yesterday and we shall have a feast tonight. As a child, every March 17, I would attend church with my grandmother or mother and we would ALWAYS have corn beef, boiled cabbage, and potatoes for dinner. On occasion we would attend a party, in honor of St. Patty, at the Emerald Club, which was a pub for those who were of Irish decent or who pretended to be at least. When I look back, my Irish heritage was a big part of my upbringing, but not so much now. In an effort to remedy that, I will make an effort to talk about the significance of the day with my kids and what it was like for me as a child but unlike my childhood, it will be over a feast of trout and not corn beef.
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