Here I go with the old timey stories again.
My Mom was Scotch Irish. There was some English in the lineage too but she never really talked about that side much. My Daddy Jack (her father) was a two fisted, whiskey drinking Irish brick layer. But I don't believe he ever carried a pig under his arm.
Well come St. Patty's day my Mom always played it down but I thought it was great that I actually had some Irish blood in me and went for the green, so to speak. Now having a Spanish surname only served to confuse folks as to why I was wearing green on March 17. But being resourceful, I would always say it was the green chile I was wearin'. And my Mom would say, "you're not much Irish but enough to be full of it".
So there ya are. Here's to all of us who are full of it and wear green to prove it and celebrate it.
Happy St. Patrick's Day