A vintage 1950s card from my father to my mom.
My father loved to sing. He had a mellow tenor voice that was always being used to sing his favourite tunes – popular music, classics, and particularly good Irish songs. He taught me to love singing, to share my voice unreservedly and to enjoy a good Irish ditty. He also taught me to venerate my God with my voice – singing out in church, both in a choir and from my spot in the pew. If I wasn’t singing out, he’d nudge me with his elbow and give me the all-too familiar questioning look. I immediately bucked up and let loose with the vocal chords.
When I tried out for the school musical, “The Music Man”, I followed his example, and took a shot of whiskey to oil my pipes. I have done the same today, in his honour, but also to get the great green frog out of my throat. I think it worked, but not as well as I should have liked.
Here are a few of my father’s favourite Irish songs, for HIS and your listening enjoyment.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day one and all!
Kathleen (for today)
(This podcast has given me some grief, so as well as the Irish songs I intended, my old podcasts with a load of my poems, being read by me, are also included. If you feel like listening to those, have a look!)
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