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Musings of My Inner Erma Bombeck: An Irish Blessing

February 9, 2018 By Mary 14 Comments

Lucky Irish Blessing“CLEARLY, MARY, WE ARE NOT LUCKY!”, wailed my sister Sue in her best Dirty Harry voice, whipping around to grab my shirt collar and give me stink eye.  After a second, and getting over the shock of the statement, we fell into a heap of laughter.  Nonetheless, as I think back, perhaps she may have had a point.  We were after all, trudging down an Iowa country road away from my stalled 1982 Plymouth Horizon and all I wanted to do was get to my mom’s farm for some TLC.

It was end of June 1996 and four days earlier, my husband, of nineteen years, had died of a massive heart attack.  I was now a widow with two teenage children, a crappy car and a pile of medical bills.

Bob’s death was only the start of that ill-fated weekend. There had been a teen suicide in our neighborhood, a friend’s son and husband killed in a trucking accident,  my sister, Sharon, struck a little girl with her car, (fortunately not injuring her) and my down-syndrome brother, Eddie, had  middle-of-the-night emergency surgery.  Moreover, my niece was to get married on that Saturday and two young men drowned in the river at the park where she was to be married.  This pushed my irreverent family over the edge.   No one will admit who conjured up visions of bodies popping up in the nearby stream during the ceremony and to be fair, it wasn’t their fault that they started laughing inappropriately during the ceremony.  We are Irish after all and our main coping skill for handling grief is humor.

Which brings me back to the scene of three middle-aged, fluffy women walking single-file down the road, with a stray Irish Setter who had escaped his electric fence.  My sister, Sue had tethered the dog  to a purse strap to ensure “we didn’t kill the dog on our watch.”  As we trekked down the road, the weather was perfect, a blue sky, bright sun and a soft breeze, I mused  “Aren’t we lucky it’s not raining?” which prompted my exasperated sister to declare, “Clearly Mary, we are not lucky!”  I don’t think she appreciated my Pollyanna outlook.

Minutes later we were picked up by a good Samaritan. When we finally reached Mother’s farmhouse with our story of a dead car, the stray dog we named Lucky and our rescuer in tow, my mother exclaimed, “Aren’t you lucky your brothers are here and can fix your car?” Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I realized, I had inherited the Irish lucky gene from my mother, which is:  The Irish aren’t really lucky, we just think we are!

So whatever life throws your direction, here is my Irish blessing for you.

May you always believe you are lucky, though clearly you are not.

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  1. Shallow Reflections says

    February 10, 2018 at 6:55 am

    Ahhhh, so that’s where I get my sense of humor in the midst of tragedy, Mary. It’s my Irish heritage. Funny story midst the pervasive tragedy.

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    • Mary says

      February 10, 2018 at 7:01 am

      It really is s blessing to be able to laugh in tough times. Thx funny lady!

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  2. Val - Corn, Beans, Pigs & Kids says

    February 10, 2018 at 8:26 am

    Thanks for sharing your story. It’s amazing how powerful positivity can be.

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    • Mary says

      February 10, 2018 at 8:35 am

      Thanks Val…

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  3. Harmony Designed Judy says

    February 10, 2018 at 9:00 am

    Oh Mary, your post made me chuckle . . . and then LOL! Thank goodness for the luck of being Irish with that grand sense of humor!! Aah . . . Ireland and those delightful, “I want to be in your family” people. Your writing reminds me how much I want to go back!

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    • Mary says

      February 10, 2018 at 9:13 am

      Thanks a trip to Ireland is next on my bucket list. Need to find those strong roots

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  4. Rena Haskett McDaniel says

    February 10, 2018 at 9:09 am

    We are an Irish family as well and we handle situations the exact same way. With humor. I was reading this thinking about my own family. My father died of a sudden heart attack when I was a teenager as well. My husband who is Patrick McDaniel was born on St. Patrick’s Day so we like to say he was born with a horseshoe up his arse!

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    • Mary says

      February 10, 2018 at 9:12 am

      That’s a great saying. Irish is the dominate gene. Thanks!

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  5. Alana Mautone (@RamblinGarden) says

    February 10, 2018 at 2:11 pm

    If you can laugh after a horrible week like that – well, I would conclude that humor could make anything more bearable. I don’t laugh enough, but, recently, I’ve been finding a lot of black humor in life. And maybe, some Irish luck, although I don’t think I have an ounce of Irish blood in me.

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  6. Mary says

    February 10, 2018 at 3:42 pm

    You don’t need to be Irish to take the blessing. Just think you are lucky.

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  7. Pam Sievers says

    February 20, 2018 at 3:16 pm

    Great story, Mary. Humor needs to be our best friend some times.

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    • Mary says

      February 20, 2018 at 5:22 pm

      Agreed — it’s how we get through the tough times!

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  8. Colleen says

    December 22, 2019 at 4:08 pm

    You are my new go-to for humor when I am alone! This had me chuckling merrily. I have an Irish name, but alas, I am not Irish…and fail when I try humor. Luckily, I was born with an appreciation gene (*grin*)…for music, for art, for writing, and… for humor. So, consider yourself greatly appreciated. I will continue to read, laugh, and delight in your musings and use of humor.

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    • Mary says

      December 22, 2019 at 5:43 pm

      Thank you Colleen, it’s nice to know someone appreciates my twisted humor. Have a wonderful holiday season!

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