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The Emerald Isle: Ruby Hair–trivia, facts, Q&A

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By Leslie Lindsay Ever since they were born, I got looks and questions.  “Where did she get her red hair?!” they would muse.  I would shrug and say something like, “It runs in the family.”  (But there were parts of me that wondered if that was indeed true).  Yet there were other times I wanted to say, “Why are you asking such a nosey question?!”  Of course, in the big scheme of things, I was probably just intended to be polite conversation.  Yes, my two girls have red hair.  They have had it since they were born (nope, I didn’t dye it–as one meddlesome woman wondered). Rewind about 25-30 years.  I received a Cabbage Patch Doll for Christmas.  At the time, I was completely disappointed that I had gotten one with red hair.  I viewed red hair as less desirable, unattractive even.  A carrot top.  I didn’t want any doll of mine to have red hair.  I was equally surprised when my own real-life “dolls” popped out sporting a tuft a red hair.  Where on earth …

The Emerald Isle: They may not be Irish…but the bagpipes are cool

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By Leslie Lindsay I wonder if I can pound out a blog in the next twenty minutes before I run off to pick up my daughter from preschool?  Hummm…sounds like an emperical question.  In fact, that was what my now husband-then-boyfriend used to say when I would have some psychology-related question (more like musing).  I thought I was being particularly astute with an observation or insight and then he would sort of smash it when he cocked that grin and suggested it could actually be studied.  (Where’s the fun in that?!) But I digress.  Sort of.  You see, when I first “met” my husband, he was away in Ireland/Scotland.  With a friend.  Who was a girl.  (I know now that it was completely platonic, but at the time, I had no idea).  I had just started working at the same place as my would-be-honey.  I didn’t know I’d fall in love with the guy.  But I heard about his travels and it piqued my curiosity.   I love to travel, as well.  Alas, I have never …

The Emerald Isle: All Things Green and Small

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By Leslie Lindsay It’s the month we celebrate all things green and little.  As in leprecahns and four-leaf clovers and emeralds.  Or, peas.  Or endamane.  And perhapsps even Thin Mints.  Though they aren’t really green.  They just “taste” that way–but they do come in that iconic green box. What’s that you say?!  Oh?  You’re not Irish.  Well…who cares because this month, we’re all Irish!  In fact, I recall as a kid my parents didn’t really support the whole “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” thing either.  It was always “we’re a little of everything.  There’s no way to tell that we’re really Irish, anyway.”  True, I grew up with an un-Irish last name and always believed I was of German/Austrian ancestry.  But, as time went on I learned that we are, indeed Irish.  It comes from my mother’s side (and maybe dad’s side if we ever got the the bottom of that surname change way back when.  I think we may have derived from the McLean clan, but who really knows?!) The thing is, I’ve got two …