They say everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.Â I come by my Irish ancestry a little more honestly.
This is my Grandma Anderson with my mother on Christmas 1960.
She was my mother’s mother.Â Her maiden name was McLernon.Â Her parents, John McLernon and Mary Ellen Long, immigrated to America from County Cork, Ireland.
My Grandpa Anderson, 1957.
He was my mother’s father.Â His parents, John Alexander Anderson and Evelyn Warner, immigrated to America from Sweden.
So, I am Swedish and Irish on my mother’s side.Â I think this is an interesting mixture.
Earl David Anderson and Susan Theresa McLernon, whoÂ were both born in the late 1800s, married and had 10 children including a set of twins.Â My mother was the second to youngest.Â They were farmers and lived in northwest Illinois.
So, my red headed children not only come by their hair and fair skin from my husband, but also from my mother’s side of the family.
My middle child at her college’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration in 2010.
My red headed middle child is in there somewhere.Â She thought it was funny that they felt that they needed a red head to wear the costume because you can’t see her real hair anyway.Â St. Patrick’s Day is the biggest social event of the year at the college she attends.Â They even cancel classes to celebrate.
My daughter and son-in-law got married on St. Patrick’s Day.
It was a Monday.Â They were in Hawaii.Â Happy 3-Year Anniversary to the Shea’s.Â Yes, my son-in-law comes by his Irish ancestry honestly, too.Â He’s Irish on his dad’s side and German on his mom’s side.
My five girls at the reception we held for them, locally,Â a few weeks after they got married.
There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish and those who wish they were.
We like St. Patrick’s Day around here.Â Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and Happy Anniversary to my kids, too.