My family hasn't a drop of Irish blood in it, so far as I know. My father's side traces back to the Isle of Man, which I suppose is close, but doesn't really count. My mother's side was pure English (from her father) and pure German (from her mother) though. Still, because her birthday was one day off from St. Patrick's Day, my mother always declared that she must have some Irish blood in her somewhere. She always (well, usually) rooted for the Fighting Irish, she loved Irish music, and she had a few pieces of Belleek china that she treasured. I remember getting her a Belleek cup and saucer for her forty sixth birthday. They're sitting in my china hutch now. ACfH managed to get her paws on them a few times before I purchased the hutch, but they are still intact.
Huh. I just realized. Forty-six. I'm forty-six now. The age my mother was when I gave those to her. I literally just now realized this as I'm typing this entry.
I'm using the wrong cup for my tea. I've never been able to bring myself to use the Belleek. This entry is ending early. I need to make a fresh cup of tea, in a new cup.