To all of you have a Happy St Patrick's Day! I am sitting in my office having a green bagel and trying to remember the song we always sang in church in honor of St.Pat.
Hope everyone had a great weekend partying et all for the great occasion- I myself stayed in this year but I may sneak into Cryans right after work for a quickie..
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The parade was Saturday in Atlanta. It was cold and raining. So I opted out. Feeling I missed some celebration I went to Mass at the Cathedral. The Archbishop,18 priests on the altar, Knights of Columbus,Bagpipers,Tenors and music we do have pagentry. We sang Hail Glorious St. Patrick. Afterwards, They had a reception with free food(free food means no calories) and entertainment. Along with the coffee and tea a few asked would you like some schnapps with that.
Hey Bobby D! Remind me to buy you a drink the next time I see you!
It went something like"Dear Saint of our isle" etc etc
I never heard it again after I left St.Roses(33years!!)
and Ms Eileen-
because of your attention to Catholic dogma- I find myself searching Ebay for an official Father McGuires
Baltimore catechism to get the 'offical rules'
As soon as I get a copy I am ready for a real discussion- especially High and Low Mass!
Hail, glorious St. Patrick, dear saint of our Isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin's green valleys look down in thy love.
On Erin's green valleys, on Erin's green valleys,
On Erin's green valleys look down in thy love.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
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I remember "Great and Glorious St Patrick, Pray for that dear country.
Great and Glorious ST Patrick, harken to the prayers of your countrymen."
(or something like that)
Bless you and keep you! this is a print out for me!
Now two more things in the corners of my mind...
Who was the lady (older than dirt) who played the piano and we practiced all these un-forgettable songs? Mrs.Foti??
and I can see that Catholic poem book that we had every year and for the life of me cannot remember the name-- it contained such hits as Joyce Kilmers Trees and the other depressing ones about Flanders Fields and going to Suffern along that Erie track? I am searching Ebay but have never have come across it?
Thanks a million!
Even the most Italian of us turn Irish on this day (especialy since St. Patrick was Italian). Yes, the old lady was Mrs. Aloia. She was a sweet woman who gave her time unselfishly to SRL. She taught me how to sing, and gave me the courage to be a soloist in the Boy's Choir during Midnight Mass at Easter time. Anyway Happy ST. Pat's to all.
Laurie, that Kilmer poem was so drilled into our heads I STILL remember it:
The House With Nobody In It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track,
I pass by a poor old farmhouse with its shutters broken and black.
I know I've passed it a thousand times, but I always stop for a minute
To look at the house -- the tragic house -- the house with nobody in it.
Yes, Mrs. Aloya -
Ba Be Baa Bo Boo
(plink)
Ba Be Baa Bo Boo
Is the book you're trying to remember the "Seton Poems" or "The Seton Book of Poems" ?
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hi Dan L. You're right, I do have those little poem books. I have four of them, Book five thru eight, all different colors. They were published in 1963 by the Declan X. McMullen Company. It seems they were compiled by the Sisters of Charity of Convent Station.
It seems to me we got a different one every year, 5th thru 8th grades. Hope this helps. If you're looking for a particular poem, let me know and I'll type it.
