This is my grandmother, Marguerite Theresa Bridget Carroll Corrin. She was born on March 17, 1907 in Cleveland. Yes, St Patrick's Day. Yes, both of her parents had emigrated from Ireland. No I don't know why such good Irish Catholics didn't give their daughter born on the 17th of March Patricia as her first or middle name.
My grandmother had a good education for a girl of the time period, finishing high school. She took a commercial course of study, learning secretarial skills, and worked as a secretary in later years.
As long as she lived she was the one in charge. She went her own way and did what she wished. She got a speeding ticket at the age of 82. She was going up a steep hill at the time. Usually most people that age get ticketed for going too slow, but she was never timid.
She knew all about the gifts of the Blarney Stone. She could converse well, and any time you went anywhere in public with her she always ran into someone she knew. She was often the secretary of her various women's clubs. She wrote in a beautiful hand, and we often had her inscribe certificates and the like for us.
She also wrote poetry, mostly light verse, but I envied her ability to think it up so quickly and completely. I once saw her create a poem at a baby shower in half an hour.
She also had the (good) luck of the Irish. She never went to any event that she didn't come away with a door prize. She loved bingo and card tournaments. She taught her grandchildren to play killer Rummy and Euchre, and she gave no quarter, even to 3rd graders.
|Here she is with some great grandchildren|
Note the color scheme
So this St Patrick's Day we will all get together to celebrate. And we'll have a toast (Bailey's of course)for Grandma on her birthday. Because having her in our lives made us some of the luckiest Irish around.