Parking for Irish Grandmas

St. Patrick's Day was always a big deal when I was young.  My dad was Polish, but my mom was very proud to be Irish.  Her maiden name was Shea!

Here is a picture of my parents' garage.

If you look on the back wall, you will see these signs.

 In their later years, my mom and dad had a lot of fun celebrating

the holiday with their friends.  My dad added a touch

of green to his beautiful white head of hair.  He always

wore his green jacket too.  My mom usually added shamrocks

to her clothing and wore a green hat.  

No doubt they had a good time!

I still have one of the signs from my parents' garage.

It is hanging on the wall of my garage.

Happy memories of my mom are triggered whenever I see it.

Today, it has a special meaning.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!