Monday, March 16, 2009

ST.PATRICK IN ST.STEPHEN'S GREEN teach Mary is hosting this meme.
Sunny day in St. Stephen's Green, April 1981.
The young fellow lying on the grass telling me the thousand stories of Ireland; from St. Patrick year 461 till
Bobby Sands dying in the Maze prison just as we were speaking.
He so cleverly told me about St. Patrick, and the way he used the Shamrock to convince the pagan Irish about the Holy Trinity, I felt it might have happened yesterday.
I fell in love with this magic Emerald Isle, and her men, who all have kissed the Stone of Blarney.
And I've got this longing to once more return .
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

2. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

3. I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats.


Annie Jeffries said...

How romantic, Felisol. And did you MARRY an Irish man?

maryt/theteach said...

What a lovely post about love, a summer's day, St. Patrick and Ireland, Felisol. Happy St. Patrick's Day! :)

maryt/theteach said...

I want to know the answer to Annie's question too, Felisol... :)

Felisol said...

Dear Annie,
Oh, no, It was nothing like that. I don't even remember his name.
I guess I just fell in love with love all the time in Ireland.
My only husband so far, is and hopefully will remain my Gunnar.

Annie Jeffries said...

Ahhh, Felisol. With a name like Gunnar, he could be nothing but a keeper. He must be a wonderful protector to carry a name like that.

dot said...

I'm curious also!! Interesting post!

Ralph said...

The Emerald Isle, aye. A lush view, the top picture shows the beautiful green turf of the green island. The bottom picture just accentuates the green and the stories reinforce the romantic Eire. A visit someday is definitely in order!

Anonymous said...

What a great post about Ireland and love.

Yes, your hubby is from Iceland, right?

You are such a romantic!

Felisol said...

Hi, Leora,
You are right I am a romantic, and therefore I find romance!
My husband Gunnar is born and bred in Norway, but by blood he's 3/4 Icelandic.
From Felisol

Crown of Beauty said...

Dearest dear Felisol,
What a moving post, and today of all days when I have just posted about my last wedding anniversary spent in Chiang Mai last year! There is something similar about us... I love Yeats, I love Sleeping Beauty, and I love Fanny Cosby too!

When we visit our yesteryears, there is such beauty and tenderness there, even the painful memories have a new interpretation, and we get to see what happened from the perspective of today.

Blessings on your day,

Mojo said...

And all this time I thought Gunnar was a Swedish name. Shows what I know, eh? And our Felisol was quite the beauty then as well as now!

The salvia in my photo wouldn't be growing here right now -- and those weren't growing here at all. that photo was from August of 2005 in Indiana. We have the same flowers here, but they're not that same deep shade of red.

Felisol said...

Hi, Mojo,
Gunnar is a Scandinavian name.
In Sweden, Norway, Iceland you'll find lots of Gunnar(s).

Gunnar is,however, not the guy on the picture from St. Steven's green.
He was a charming Irishman who's name I have forgot, but whose story has become a part of me.

Eat salvie when you can, Mojo. It's so healthy.

From Felisol

Carletta said...

What a lovely post! I love the pose of the picture. It evokes a romantic mood but knowing he was just a friend is also a special remembrance.
Happy St. Patty's Day!

Debbie Petras said...

How romantic you are, Felisol! I remember reading the story about St. Patrick and how he taught people about the Trinity using the shamrock. So many people in the US think it's all about green beer.

Amrita said...

Oh Felisol, I so enjoyed reading this post and looking at the romatic photo.
Yeats is also glorious.

I had many Irish frinds and colleagues when i taught in the International Schhol and I enjoyed their friendship.They are such practical , honest and hard-working folk and very artistic too.

Jackie said...

Very very romantic and so dreamy. Oh my you did such a wonderful job Felisol with this one.

Yes I want to know the answer too!! Good question Annie!!

This is simply marvelous!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!!:-))

Jackie said...

Awwww...we have the answer. what a great name!!:-)

Anonymous said...

Romantic post. Thanks for adding your memories of your trip to the photos you posted.

Robin said...

What a wonderfully romantic story, it's a perfect choice for St. Patrick's Day.

Ireland is very high on my "someday" list.

Eaton Bennett aka Berenice Albrecht said...

Hi Felisol, beautiful and romantic post about Ireland and something romantic from your life too.

Eaton. :)

Ruby Tuesday

Anonymous said...

A well written one, great post! (I understand the complicated part of being born somewhere but of another land...)

Dianne said...

very beautiful post

marcia@joyismygoal said...

Oh I want to go so much:)
I love all the Irish greenery today - come see all mine I am very Irish. thanks for sharing

Catherine said...

I feel the romance of this country in every word you use, Felisol.
In fact, you fell in love with Ireland, and its storyteller.
It is said that its people has so much character !
I have always dremt to get there. Since I had the age you got on your picture. A long dream, I hope I 'll realize.

Anonymous said...

Lovely post today ;--)
Hugs and blessings,

Ash said...

My ex-boyfriend was an Irishman :-)

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Jim said...

Hi Felisol. I won't ask WHO WAS THAT YOUNG FELLOW? No, I wouldn't want to do that, would I?
This was romantic. Oooops, I just saw that you don't even remember (his name). That's okay, I don't remember most of my crushes names either. But I remember them as the girls they were!!!
Happy St. Patrick's Day. Happy RT! You did good here. I too would like to return to Ireland.
But not for a while because we have flight reservations for Paris and Barcelona in April. We will rent a car at both places.
Neither of us have been to Belgium or Andora. I hope we make those this time.

I left this reply to your comment (thanks for your nice visit):
"Felisol, I have never been to a horse race. Car races, yes. Guess I'd better hurry if I make it to the horse race."

I also told about our Irish meal for that table:
"We had the last of the left-overs tonight for supper. Irish stew, Irish soda bread, and Irish cooked cabbage. Mrs. Jim made everything, this was the third and final time for this meal. She made two big pots of stew.
It has fed eighteen (18). I thought maybe another pot of stew would have been fine. (Mrs. Jim said 'no.')"

John Cowart said...

Your pastoral photograph has such a mystical quality about it. Doesn't matter who the couple is, in our mind's eye, it's all of us in our youth.

Mrs. Mac said...

'tis lovely indeed ... I dream to visit the Emerald Isle and walk the town and country lanes of my grandfather. Your memory captured in green ... a moment of youthfulness.

Terry said...

Felisol, What a sweet picture!
You know when Mary, our beloved Teach sent me a St Patrick ecard, I decided it was about time that I googled to find out what the day meant. You know I grew up knowing when it was St Patrick's day but never read the wonderful story behind it!
Thanks for such a great post my Felisol!...Love Terry