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Lucky Enough

Classic Charlie.

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(¸.•´ (¸.•`  HAPPY ST. PATTY’S DAY!

“Thinking of wonderful past parties with Jan the piano player, Dad the entertainer, Mom the hostess with the most-ess, and more fun, singing and laughter than oughta be legal! It was a tradition that began way before my time but ended up including generations of O’Connor friends and family. While I’m sad because it’s over, I’m smiling because it happened! Miss you ALL!!”

And I do. I think I can say without question that anyone who was ever involved in any of these get-togethers, from the early 1950’s until the last one in 2005, has happy, joyful memories. My mom always says no one does sing-alongs anymore, and I think she’s right. Not like they did. There was always a piano player, from Ag, Kevin, and John, to Mom, Joe, and finally Jan…wonderful, amazing, talented Jan, a life-long professional entertainer who, in her twilight years, chose to play piano at the O’Connors’ St. Patrick’s Day party rather than anywhere else that would have PAID her to play. She could play anything, and she could follow Dad’s ‘singing’ like they’d been performing together for years.

“Chloe” (“Ya don’t say!”), “Me and My Shadow” (Dad and Carl), and a personal favorite, “Shanty Town,” along with every Irish song we knew. Why, we finally had our own songbooks made up — pages and pages of the words to all the songs one could think of. “Charlie’s Songbook” it was called, and we had loads of them. But even with so many copies, people still had to share. After every song, you’d hear someone shout out, “Number 28!” or “Number 103!”  or just the name of the song they wanted.  And then, “What PAGE?!?”  And Jan would play.

And the harmonizing! We of course had to include some of the musicals, especially Dad’s favorite, The Music ManWe’d split into two groups, and the guys would start “Lida Rose.”  When the time was right –and often when it wasn’t — the girls would join in with Sweet and Low,” each group leaning into themselves to hear if they were following their own song or getting distracted by the louder bunch. While I’ll have to admit some years were better than others, when we’d finally hit that last, sweet harmonized note, with everyone finally reaching the right tone…why, THAT was something else. And the memory of those satisfied smiles on our faces and the cheers all around — either because we were that good or because it was finally over — will be tucked away to bring out and enjoy year after year. (Charlie O: “We should take this on the road!” )

Typing this, the past floods in when, as children on Kingston, we would be lined up at the top of the stairs, legs hanging through the railings, listening to the laughter, the singing, to Dad with his crazy one-liners that we didn’t understand but would cause more laughter. We learned the old songs that way, songs that are slowly dying out for lack of singing them, sharing them. 30 years later, to have been a part of that tradition, hosting those same parties and sharing them with my own kids, was a gift I wasn’t aware of until now, when it’s over.

I was one of the lucky 11. I was lucky enough to be born into a family who cherished and celebrated its Irish heritage. I never knew my mother wasn’t Irish until years later. She embraced Dad’s love o’ the Irish as if she were born into it, and she encouraged it in us all. We see this saying used in many ways, but in what I consider its original form, If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, you’re lucky enough

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One thought on “Lucky Enough

  1. Weren’t they wonderful memories??? Dad singing that darn Chloe? The timing had to be just right and wonderful Jan would watch his face timing it perfectly! With his arms waving, leading us all in song. The laughter and just plain nonsense was so fun to watch as children and partake in as adults. What was also great as they welcomed the young into their masses and wanted us to sing right along. Have to say, they were very patient with some craziness we “younger” ones caused to happened and I think was actually entertained by it! I miss those wonderful parties and the laughter, love and fun we had. Without our “Leader of the Band” its just not the same. But our leader gave us wonderful memories and wonderful times that we can relive, smile and carry on with his Irish sense of humor, his love for family and his faith in God. Miss him but am so grateful we had him in our lives. He was the epitome of the ole Irishman, that’s for sure! Have a wonderful day.

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