Being of Irish descent, it was celebrated with Corned Beef and Cabbage for dinner and wearing something green. Yes, I actually looked for four leaf clovers in my backyard and do remember years of drawing clovers on my face to celebrate.
My favorite St. Patrick's Day memory?
I was working in New York City and my mom met me for dinner and a play. We went to a restaurant on Park Avenue South called Patria. It was brand new at the time and had an upscale latino menu. Afterwards, wearing my green, I met up with friends and proudly flashed my driver's license which displayed my name: Tracy MacDonald. What most people don't realize is that there are two different and distinct spellings for "this name" which happen indicate the country of origin. The way mine was/is spelled is actually the Scottish version (there is a story behind this which explains a lot but I'll save that for another time). The Irish version is: McDonald. Being in New York City on St. Patrick's Day, when everyone is Irish, it didn't matter how it was spelled, everyone assumed I was Irish, which I am, just not from that side of the family.
St. Patrick's Day now- My kids go to school, wearing green, all excited to see if the mischievous leprechaun wreaked havoc in the classroom and left any treats for the kids. I always make Corned Beef and Cabbage and I throw a drop of green food coloring into my Corona.
Happy St. Patrick's Day- may the wind always be at your back
and may the road always rise up to meet you.