St. Patrick’s Day and Memories

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!

This day always brings so many great memories to mind.

In case you don’t know, I was a competitive Irish Step Dancer growing up. I absolutely loved Irish Dancing. It was athletic, competition, hard work, and celebrated my heritage. Since our heels weren’t allowed to go down when we jumped, I eventually had to choose between continuing with Irish Dancing or focussing mainly on ballet. I chose ballet and am very glad I did, but sometimes I miss putting on my wig and costume, getting on stage and doing a jig πŸ™‚

Me in my costume at a feis

Me in my costume at a feis

Other memories St.Patrick’s day brings me are those of my grandfather James (Poppy) Hickey. I always looked up to him a great deal. He was incredibly intelligent, and seemed to know about and the answer to nearly anything you asked him. And who could forget his humor. He didn’t speak all too much but when he did, it was certainly meaningful and significant or bound to laugh you into tears. I loved him so much and in honor of him on this St.Patrick’s Day, enjoy one of his favorite Irish songs πŸ™‚