Although I was born in Costa Rica and lived here for 8 years in early childhood, the most important years of my life were spent in Brooklyn, New York. Our neighbors were mostly Irish and Italian and while some were in the States for generations, a lot of the Irish folk were recent immigrants like we were.
I recall spending a lot of time at the home of one of my classmates who had 6 brothers and sisters. They were blessed with one of the sons studying to become a priest. Her father owned a small “pub”. They had boarders that depended on them for changing their linens and providing meals in exchange for rent. I learned a lot about their culture. Those were wonderful days that did much to contribute to my considering St. Patrick’s Day a personal holiday because on top of everything, my middle name is Patricia.
I also credit or blame the wonderful food I ate at their house on a regular basis for my gaining weight at great speed after I had managed to lose it. But who can say No to freshly baked Irish soda bread with an obscene amount of butter and strong Irish tea? Not me. To this day, Mrs. O’Malley’s bread cannot be surpassed or forgotten by me. Wherever they are today, cheers to the whole family.
Always on My Mind 
Hello.
Thank you for sharing your fond memories of your Irish neighbors and their culture. It’s heartwarming to hear how they positively impacted your life and instilled a love for St. Patrick’s Day.
Thanks for sharing.