Poet's Notebook: Raise a glass

A toast to the old times for St. Paddy's

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Jeanne Meinke

God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.

—Traditional Irish saying, on the menu of Three Birds Tavern

Sure and begorrah, last Saturday was St. Patrick’s Day, so Jeanne and I put on something green, skipped our usual whiskey sour, and went out for a bit of corned beef & cabbage and a glass of Jameson’s, just the two of us. We’re getting old, but when we were young St. Patrick’s was seldom quiet.

Jeanne and I were children during the Great Depression, I in Brooklyn, Jeanne in what we kids called Noo Joisey. We think our generally frugal habits stem from that time, but our memories from the ‘30s and ‘40s tend to be vivid. Both sides of my German-Irish (Meinke-McDonald) family immigrated to Brooklyn via Ellis Island in the 1890s. (Jeanne’s ancestors, from England and/or Wales, seem to have arrived much earlier; it’s a mystery, but close enough to enjoy St. Patrick’s Day.) My mother’s maiden name was Kathleen McDonald, and her mother Kathryn had several sisters whom I remember fondly. In those days families tended to cluster together — and not just at holidays — with the women being the stable figures, always outnumbering the men. They often gathered together to talk and play cards, sometimes listening to the Dodgers games, which would attract my young self to sit with them. This poem grew out of those days, and the sad and funny stories I heard about those troubled and troubling men, and their indomitable women. Sláinte! 


Irish Whiskey

I’ve liked to drink since I was ten:

a sip of whiskey in the den

with Grandma and her sisters who

played pinochle and games of Clue

killing time without their men


From County Cork and Monaghan

their husbands sailed and worked and then

soon  and sooner  off they flew:

they liked to drink


Grandma loved me hard so when

she saw the trouble I was in

she hugged me till my face went blue

but gave me no advice:  She knew

She said a prayer   I said  Amen

We liked to drink

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