~*~ Facts About Ireland ~*~

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FACTS ABOUT IRELAND

The Emerald Isle is one of the largest islands in the world. It is located west of Great Britain. Heavy rain creates the lush, fertile, green land. Several lakes and rivers reside in Ireland; the longest river is the Shannon. (click map for enlargement)

Capital: Dublin
Area: 27,136 square miles
Languages: English and Gaelic
National Day: March 17th
National Anthem: The Soldier's Song


POTATOES AND IRELAND

In 16th century Ireland, Sir Walter Raleigh began cultivating the potato on his property, which rapidly gave way to the potato cuisine.

The Great Potato Famine

In the late 1850s, a potato famine devastated Ireland. Almost a million people succumbed to starvation and disease. The potatoes were infected with Late Blight, a serious fungal disease.

The Potato Eaters
1885 (180 Kb); Oil on canvas, 81.5 x 114.5 cm; Rijksmuseum Vincent van Gogh, Amsterdam
Of this painting van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo:

`I have tried to emphasize that those people, eating their potatoes in the lamp-light have dug the earth with those very hands they put in the dish, and so it speaks of manual labour, and how they have honestly earned their food'.


THE IRISH FLAG

The tri-color flag of Ireland was based on that of France and was first used in 1848. The green represents the Catholic, Gaelic and Anglo-Norman communities, the orange represents the planter group of Northern Ireland while the white center section signifies a hope of peace and trust between the two.


Erin-Go-Bragh Flag

The Erin-go-bragh flag, sometimes called the Irish-American flag features a gold harp surrounded by clover with the words Erin-go-bragh on a field of green. Versions of this flag were carried by Irish regiments in the Civil War.


Four Provinces Flag

The Four Provinces flag. Each quadrant of this flag features a different Irish province.


THE HARP

The harp of the small portable type played by Celtic minstrels, is the oldest official symbol of Ireland. Though not as recognizable as the shamrock, the harp is widely used. It appears on Irish coins, the presidential flag, state seals, uniforms, and official documents. But the harp is most often associated with Guinness, which adopted the harp as its trademark in 1862.


LEPRECHAUNS

The Leprechaun is an Irish fairy. He looks like a small, old man (about 2 feet tall), often dressed like a shoemaker, with a cocked hat and a leather apron. According to legend, leprechauns are aloof and unfriendly, live alone, and pass the time making shoes. They also possess a hidden pot of gold. Treasure hunters can often track down a leprechaun by the sound of his shoemaker's hammer. If caught, he can be forced (with the threat of bodily violence) to reveal the whereabouts of his treasure, but the captor must keep their eyes on him every second. If the captor's eyes leave the leprechaun (and he often tricks them into looking away), he vanishes and all hopes of finding the treasure are lost.
Cluricauns are cousins to the leprechauns. They look very similar with a few variances - silver buckles, pink noses, blue stockings . . . . Unlike leprechauns, cluricauns do not like to work, they are in fact quite lazy. They would much prefer to drink wine barrels until empty.


FAIRIES

Fairies are small supernatural creatures of human form. They live in everyday surroundings. They are generally thought to be beneficial to humans. However, they are known to play pranks and it is best to treat them with respect. They are small, beautiful, airy, nearly transparent in body, and can assume any form. In Ireland fairies are called Sidhi, (pronounced "shee").

Fairies, as we know them today, are the ancient remnants of the Tuatha de Danaan, which means the people of the goddess Anu. Anu being like Mother Earth, the Tuatha were the gods and goddesses of the various aspects of nature. Like Nature itself, some were good and some were pretty frightening. With the onset of Christianity, these creatures, while still a rich part of Celtic myth and legend, grew considerably less forbidding and less powerful over the centuries becoming the whimsical, ethereal, airy, creatures we think of today.

Other fairies include the wicked Sheoques, which are known for switching human babies with changelings. The Leanhaun Shee fairy seeks the love of human males. Those who fall under her spell are doomed to waste away, however those who refuse her make her their slave. The Banshee is a female fairy who calls to those about to parish. Then there is the Fear Gorta who if you bring food to will bless you with good luck. There are many types of fairies even those who live in the home and nearby wells all with special names and habits.


THE BLARNEY STONE

The Blarney Stone is a stone set in the wall of the Blarney Castle tower in the Irish village of Blarney. Kissing the stone is supposed to bring the kisser the gift of persuasive eloquence (blarney). The castle was built in 1446 by Cormac Laidhiv McCarthy (Lord of Muskerry) -- its walls are 18 feet thick (necessary to thwart attacks by Cromwellians and William III's troops). Thousands of tourists a year still visit the castle. The origins of the Blarney Stone's magical properties aren't clear, but one legend says that an old woman cast a spell on the stone to reward a king who had saved her from drowning. Kissing the stone while under the spell gave the king the ability to speak sweetly and convincingly. It's tough to reach the stone -- it's between the main castle wall and the parapet. Kissers have to stretch to their back and bend backward (and downward), holding iron bars for support. Legend holds that anyone who kisses the stone shall receive the gift of gab (persuasion).


THE POT OF GOLD

How the leprechaun with his pot o' gold hidden at the end of the rainbow got tied into St. Patrick's Day is not clear. It is probable that in St. Patrick's Day celebrations, in searching for Irish customs and history, the myths got dragged in as well. However, there is an interesting note about the leprechaun hiding his gold at the end of the rainbow...he may be a myth, but he's no dummy. There is no end of a rainbow, as rainbows are actually circles. It's just that we can only see part of it at a time, so to our perception it is an arc or bow.


POT OF GOLD STORY

Once upon a time, there was an old couple. They were very poor and didn't have enough food. Their only possessions were a few ragged clothes and a big, shiny, black cooking cauldron.

One day, the man went to look for jobs in the village while his wife worked in their small vegetable garden. The work was hard for her, as she was getting old. Tired and hungry, she made a feeble attempt to pull a tiny carrot from the ground.

"What are you doing?" a tiny voice cried.

The lady sat up, startled. "Who's that?" she asked, looking around.

"Look down, miss. I'm a leprechaun!" the voice cried, louder. She looked down and gasped. Shaking dirt off himself, was a small leprechaun.

He got up and skipped towards the couples' tiny one-room house. The lady followed him.

Settled on their table, crudely made of chopped wood, the leprechaun told the lady why he was there. "You see, I have come to grant one wish to you and your husband. You must think very hard and carefully about it and I will be back tomorrow to grant it." With that, he ran out of the house and disappeared.

The man and woman talked about their wish all night but couldn't come to a conclusion. There were so many things they needed.

When morning came, they were exhausted. When they heard the leprechaun's tiny voice "I'm back to grant your wish!", they moved around excitedly.

"What would you like?"

"Money!" was the wife's reply. "Riches, gold and silver..."

"Tools, a proper house, a job, so many things..." the husband answered.

"Oh, and clothes! Beautiful fashions!" from the wife.

"YOU ARE BEING SELFISH!" the leprechaun screamed.

All conversation came to a sudden halt. The husband and wife looked expectantly at theleprechaun.

"For this, I will not grant any wish of yours. But, since you are in need, I will give you a hint. I have hidden a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. All you have to do is find it."

The man and woman looked at each other, excitedly.

"We must go, now! Quickly!" the man cried, rushing out of the house. "Come on!" she gestured madly at his wife.

She nodded and they took off into the horizon, searching for the gold.

They are still searching and rumor has it that there actually is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!


The Shamrock

HISTORY OF SHAMROCK

This is the national flower of Ireland. The word shamrock comes from the Gaelic word seamrog, which means "trefoil" or "little clover". The shamrock has the ability to foretell the future: when it is about to rain the leaves turn upwards. The lucky four leafed clover is difficult to find because it is actually a genetic abnormality that causes the fourth leaf. One legend states that St. Patrick used the shamrock to explain the Trinity (a basic principle of the Catholic faith) He is said to have illustrated the existence of the Three in One by plucking a shamrock from the grass growing at his feet and showing it to his congregation. "Do you not see," he said, "how in this wildflower three leaves are united on one stalk, and will you then believe that there are indeed three persons an yet one God?". According to David Plotz, Slate's Washington bureau chief, "this is an 18th century fabrication".
In written English, the first reference to the Shamrock dates from 1571, and in written Irish, as seamrog, from 1707. As a badge to be worn on the lapel on the Saint's feast day, it is referred to for the first time as late as 1681. The Shamrock was used as an emblem by the Irish Volunteers in the era of Grattan's Parliament in the 1770's, before '98 and The Act of Union. So rebellious did the wearing of the Shamrock eventually appear, that in Queen Victoria's time Irish regiments were forbidden to display it. At that time it became the custom for civilians to wear a little paper cross colored red and green.

As a symbol of Ireland it has long been integrated into the symbol of the United Kingdom, along with the Rose, the Thistle and the Leek of England, Scotland and Wales. So today, on St. Patrick's Day, a member of the British Royal Family presents Shamrock to the Irish Guards regiment of the British Army.


THE MAGIC SHAMROCK

Three is Ireland's magic number. Hence the Shamrock. Crone, Mother and Virgin. Love, Valour and Wit.. Faith, Hope and Charity. Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Numbers played an important role in Celtic symbolism. Three was the most sacred and magical number. It multiplies to nine, which is sacred to Brigit. Three may have signified totality: past, present and future OR behind, before and here OR sky, earth and underworld. Everything good in Ireland comes in threes. The rhythm of story telling in the Irish tradition is based on threefold repetition. This achieves both intensification and exaggeration. Even today in quality pub talk, a raconteur can rarely resist a third adjective, especially if it means stretching a point. "Three accomplishments well regarded in Ireland: a clever verse, music on the harp, the art of shaving faces."


THE CLADDAGH RING

Legend tells of a man, from Claddagh, who was captured by pirates a week before he was to be married. While he was enslaved, he learned to be a goldsmith. He created a ring for the bride he longed to see again. The heart in the center symbolized their love, the hands holding the heart symbolized their friendship, and the crown represented their loyalty. He did indeed return to his bride, gave her the ring, and married her. Today, tradition follows that if you are given this ring in friendship the heart points outward; if given in love, the heart points inward.


IRISH BLESSINGS

Near a misty stream in Ireland in the hollow of a tree
Live mystical, magical leprechauns
who are clever as can be
With their pointed ears, and turned up toes and little coats of green
The leprechauns busily make their shoes and try hard not to be seen.
Only those who really believe have seen these little elves
And if we are all believers
We can surely see for ourselves.
(Irish Blessing)


Cead Mile Failte
One hundred thousand welcomes


Erin Go Braugh
Ireland Forever

May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine down upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
-Irish Blessing


Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear o' little men
-William Allingham


May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
-Irish Saying


'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.
-Irish Saying


Green are the hills of Ireland,
And green they will always stay.
Warm are the blessings wished for you,
And they'll always stay that way.
-Irish Blessing


May St. Patrick guard you wherever
you go and guide you in
whatever you do--and may his loving
protection be a blessing to you always.
-Irish Blessing


May the saddest day of your future be no worse
than the happiest day of your past
.-Irish Saying


"May your blessings outnumber
the shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
wherever you go."
-Irish Blessing


May there always be work for your hands to do,
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane,
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
and may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
-Irish Blessing


May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
-Irish Toast


I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grow in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I over looked before.


When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morning spring.
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.

As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point in the wrong direction!

May luck be our companion
May friends stand by our side
May history remind us all
Of Ireland's faith and pride.
May God bless us with happiness
May love and faith abide.

Dance as if no one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live everyday as if it were your last.

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
That's the Irish for you!

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent.

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St.Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.

Go mbeannai Dia duit
(May God bless you)