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St. Patrick’s Day Isn’t Over: Two Parades This Weekend

It was chilly in Mount Holly last year, too. That didn't stop anybody.

It was chilly in Mount Holly last year, too. That didn’t stop anybody.

Horrible weather forced the postponement of two big St. Patrick’s Day parades—Conshohocken and Mount Holly. But the operative word here is “postponed”—not “canceled.” The weather Saturday is expected to be really cold—partly cloudy with a high of 38 degrees—and it’s not a whole lot better on Sunday—sunny and 40—but hey, there’s no snow or ice. So the parades must go on.

Conshy steps off at 2 p.m. on Saturday down Fayette Street. It’s always a big parade, and you can bet it’ll draw a crowd, regardless of the cold.

In Mount Holly, the parade begins at noon on Sunday, right through the heart of town. Also a big parade.

Here’s what you have to look forward to.

Mount Holly 2014

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Conshohocken 2014

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Adventures in Paradise, Part 1

John McGillian and Dave Cohen in a small but warm St. Patrick's Day parade.

John McGillian and Dave Cohen in a small but warm St. Patrick’s Day parade.

Given the lion-or-lamb nature of March weather in Philadelphia—mostly lion—St. Patrick’s Day wasn’t bad: mostly sunny, with a 68.

But you can bet it was a lot better in the laid-back paradise village of Cabarete along the northern beaches of the Dominican Republic: sunny, with a high of 90.

It might not be traditional Irish weather, but Philadelphia accordion player John McGillian. In fact, he’s been heading to Cabarete to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, with his guitar-playing partner Dave Cohen, for the past eight years. Recruited by Philly-area Irish music legend Cletus McBride, McGillian and Cohen—performing as Two Quid—perform most of the day at Jose O’Shay’s, an Irish pub owned by Frank Brittingham. If that name sounds familiar, it’s because he once owned the restaurant that still bears his last name in Lafayette Hill.

“I just got back,” McGillian said in an interview this week. “I was there from the 14th to the 21st. I was hired to play one day, but we give Frank a couple of nights acoustically as people walk by.”

Brittingham promises the tourists an authentic full day of Irish music and dance, and that’s what they get: McGillian and Cohen, McBride, Irish Thunder piper Cullen Kirkpatrick, and three dancers from the Henry School—Caitlin, Bridget and Molly Mahon. There’s even a parade on the beach.

As for the tourists, McGillian says, “most of them come from from Canada or Europe. It’s not a resort. You’re on your own. It is a zoo. But it’s beautiful—a tropical island. It’s a little piece of Spain because everyone is speaking Spanish.”

He confesses, “The only words I’ve learned so far are “Cerveza (beer), per favor” and “muchas gracias.”

McGillian and his partner landed the Celtic Caribbean gig when Brittingham asked McBride—who was then performing at Brittingham’s St. Thomas pub—who he’d recommend to play on St. Patrick’s Day at Jose O’Shay’s. “I used to play the odd gig here and there with Cletus,” McGillian recalls, “and Cletus said John McGillian because I was his fave.”

McBride called McGillian out of the blue. “It was a surprise. I had no idea. I went down the first time, and then Frank kept getting me back.” His partner from Five Quid went along as part of the deal. “Dave is one of the best musicians I’ve met. I’ve been playing with Dave. I’ve been playing with Dave the last 20 years all over Philadelphia, New Jersey, and through the Tristate area. No one touches us for a two-piece.”

Regardless of the locale, the music is pretty much the same as what you might hear in a local pub on St. Patrick’s Day, and they also play for the dancers. “We’ll do a couple of songs, and then the girls will come out with the hard shoes on and dance away.”

There’s also a dance floor so the tourists can step out. That’s when they’re not wind surfing or kite surfing—two activities for which Cabarete is well known.

As for McGillian, he’ll be happy to throw on the loud shirt and shorts and play “Whiskey in the Jar” at beachside pretty much forever.

“It’s a gift,” he says. “It’s gonna end one day, so I’m gonna accept as long as its being offered. It’s the best gig out of town.”

And when he returns to Philadelphia, he’s happy to share his stories with his fellow musicians—the ones who suffered through three or four gigs on St. Patrick’s Day, just possibly on a day when the Delaware Valley was blanketed in snow.

“I’ll rub it in whenever I can.”

Next week: Cullen Kirkpatrick.

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Kathy McGee Burns: The Story of All Our Irish Families in Philadelphia

We’re still not quite finished with this year’s St. Patrick’s Day experience in Philadelphia.

We’ve had many requests for the speech that Kathy McGee Burns, President of the Irish Memorial and Grand Marshal of this year’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade, gave at The Memorial (located at Front and Chestnut Streets) on March 17th. So here is the video, and the transcript, of her eloquent expression of not only the story of her Irish family’s experience, but the experience of so many who left their homeland for a better life. And found it.

Kathys speech

 

ST. PATRICK’S DAY SPEECH AT THE IRISH MEMORIAL, BY KATHY MCGEE BURNS, MARCH 17, 2015

“Good afternoon. As you know, I’m Kathy McGee Burns, President of the Irish Memorial, and I’m grateful to be giving this speech because as we all gaze upon this beautiful monument, it tells a story. The story I’m going to tell you is of my family; but it could be any one of your families.  That monument depicts many aspects of the Irish.

My great-great grandparents, Cornelius and Kate McGee had six children. Four of them were forced out of Ireland. They all lived in Gweedore, County Donegal, and the McGees were tenants on their own land, forced to pay high rents. That is because the landlord really wanted the land for the grazing of his high-bred English and Scottish lambs and sheep. We were in the way. They thought more of their sheep than our people. So their son, Thomas McGee, got on one of those ships and headed to the Port of Philadelphia. His people were miners and railroaders and servants, but the result of their tenacity and their Irish spirit is part of the fiber of Philadelphia.

They were the builders of St. Malachy’s in North Philadelphia. That’s where Irish children were educated by the Sisters of Mercy. One of those children was my grandmother, Mary Josephine Callahan. Religion was one of the stepping stones to Irish success in Philadelphia; through the nuns and priests who educated us, to the bishops and the cardinals and the parish system which was a powerful builder of Irish success.

Well, Mary Jo and her husband Hugh McGee had a son, Timothy, my father. He was brought up in Swampoodle and I bet if I took a chance, many of you here were from Swampoodle. He graduated from Roman Catholic High School, went to work for the ‘Ac-a-me’ and then started his own business. He was highly successful.

The Irish built these cities through their unions, their bricklayers, their builders, their electricians, the operating engineers, the McCloskeys and the Kellys.

Tim McGee, my father, had four children. He made sure we were educated. Each one of us have graduate degrees. And I am proudly married to an operating engineer. The Irish have gained power by their involvement in the law. They were firemen, policemen, attorneys, politicians and judges. Well, the great-great-great granddaughter of Cornelius McGee is none other than my own daughter, the Honorable Kelly Wall, who became a judge.

So this is what The Irish Memorial is to all of us, given an opportunity in this world, this city.  It represents the hardships, the ‘Irish Need Not Applies,’ the many avenues of Irish Philadelphia education—Villanova, St. Joe’s, my own school, Chestnut Hill College. It represents Boathouse Row and the lighting of Philadelphia by the electricians’ union. So we owe our love and respect to our ancestors, and a huge thank you to those who conceived the plan and raised the money and built what is known as the most beautiful monument in the world to honor ‘An Gorta Mor.’

And I salute my ancestors. Thank you”

 

 

 

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The Henry Girls Bring Inishowen to Philly

Henry girls

Denise has seen the sisters play in Inishowen, I’ve seen one of the sisters (Jolene) play in Buncrana; of course we were going to see the Henry Girls play when they came to us (although, frankly, we’d both rather be in Donegal seeing them play). So last Friday, when Karen, Lorna and Jolene performed at Burlap and Bean, in Newtown Square, along with musician Ry Cavanaugh, we were there.  Denise got a few photos, I got a few videos (the atmosphere was small, intimate and dark, so the visual quality isn’t that great; just listen to their magical, musical harmonies). And when they closed the evening with their a cappella version of “The Parting Glass,” they did indeed bring joy to us all.

The Henry Girls have three CDs they’ve recorded: “Dawn,” “December Moon,” and “Louder Than Words.” All three are unique, yet showcase the rare and particular unison in which the sisters play and sing.

Their recordings are available for purchase through their website, The Henry Girls, as well as for download on iTunes.

So, check out their music, and then add it to your collection; it’s music you’ll want to listen to on repeat.

“Sing My Sister Down”

“James Monroe”

“Watching the Detectives”

 

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Lost and Found

Pat Montgomery, left, with Michael Bradley, who found Joe Montgomery's blackthorn stick.

Pat Montgomery, left, with Michael Bradley, who found Joe Montgomery’s blackthorn stick.

Joe Montgomery’s future father-in-law, Patrick Joseph Collis, came over from Sligo to America in 1911 carrying one of his prized possessions, a blackthorn walking stick, what the Irish call a shillelagh.

It was, like all blackthorn sticks, thick and knotty with a large knob at the top. Traditionally, the knob served as a handle, or, when the situation called for it, as a cudgel to use against an opponent. Montgomery, who died in December 2014 at the age of 95, never used it that way. He was always a gentleman, those who knew him say. He saw it as a link to his Irish heritage, and he cherished it.

Collis had given the stick to Montgomery, who had married his daughter, Mary, shortly after Montgomery returned from the service in World War II, where he was in the US Army Air Corps. He carried it with him everywhere. In his later years, it provided added dash to the appearance of the former truck driver, member of Teamsters Local 500, and Ancient Order of Hibernians president, known for his dapper suits and rakishly tilted top hat.

But a few years ago, Montgomery, who served for 60 years on the board of the Philadelphia St. Patrick’s Day Association, slipped and fell on the muddy ground near the reviewing stand at the Philadelphia St. Patrick’s Day Parade which he attended faithfully every year. An ambulance took him to Hahnemann Hospital where he was treated and released—he made a grand entrance at the post-parade party none the worse for wear—but somehow, in the confusion, he got separated from the stick.

Montgomery was heartbroken. And desperate. He contacted parade director, Michael Bradley. “He must have called me 10 times and I called all the board members, the people at CBS3 who televise the parade, the caterers and no one found it,” Bradley said recently. “He kept calling over and over and my heart was just breaking for him.”

This year, Montgomery was named to the St. Patrick’s Ring of Honor posthumously. The members of the Joseph F. Montgomery AOH Div. 65—Michael Bradley’s division—honored their fallen president by tipping their caps at the reviewing stand. Bradley, who was then in full parade directors’ mode when they made their touching gesture, had a little secret. Though Joe Montgomery wasn’t going to march in another parade, his blackthorn stick might.

“It was the strangest thing,” said Bradley, sitting across the table from Montgomery’s son, Patrick, last weekend at the Irish Center. “I was doing a radio interview with Michael Concannon [host of WVCH 740AM’s Irish Hour, which is aired every Saturday] and, I don’t know why, I started talking about Joe Montgomery’s lost stick when Mike, who has been a parade judge for years, said, ‘Hey, wait a minute, is one of these it?”

Concannon showed him two sticks, one, dark, gnarled and split, the spitting image of Joe Montgomery’s shillelagh. “I knew as soon as I saw it that it was Joe’s. Mike said , ‘One year, someone found it and handed it to me.’ I couldn’t find out who it belonged to so I just kept it.’

“After he lost it, I talked to everyone. . .but I never thought to ask one of the judges,” Bradley said.

So on Sunday, Bradley put the long lost blackthorn stick in Pat Montgomery’s hands. “When Michael called me I felt fantastic,” said Pat Montgomery. “I sure wish he was still alive to see it, but at least it’s back.”

And it may be marching in the parade next year. “At the parade, I wore the pants from the suit he always wore, and my youngest son, Brian, wore his hat,” said Montgomery. “Now everything’s together.”

See photos below for a closer look at the stick and Joe Montgomery at past parades.

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The Brehons Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day at Tir na nOg

Patrick Murphy with Siobhan Sean Stevens

How do the judges, lawyers, law students (and their friends!) of Irish descent rejoice in the St. Patrick’s Day season in Philly? They gather their members of The Brehon Law Society together, get John Byrne & Maura Dwyer of The John Byrne Band to play some music and they meet at Tir na nOG in the city on March 11th. With a great turnout, and the food & drink superb, the craic was mighty.

And, with guests like Patrick Murphy, the former Pennsylvania Congressman and current host of MSNBC’s monthly program “Taking the Hill” (which is airing this Sunday, March 22, at 1PM Eastern Time), in attendance, you can always count on The Brehons to throw an exceptional shindig!

Check out our photos from the evening, and see who else showed up for the party.

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Philly’s First-Ever Sober St. Patrick’s Day

Family-friendly fun

Family-friendly fun

It seemed like four-time All-Ireland fiddle champion Dylan Foley and his bandmates hadn’t gotten through more than a few lines of a jig set when people had taken to the dance floor. When the tunes were over, he looked out to the audience in the auditorium at WHYY, gathered for the first-ever Sober St. Patrick’s Day party, and marveled—albeit in a cheeky way.

“We’ve been trying to get people to dance to our music for years. Who knew all we had to do was take away the alcohol.”

Foley’s quip drew laughs, but in a way he was right. A St. Patrick’s Day bash without booze is inexplicably freeing. Well over a hundred people crowded into the auditorium on Sunday following the Philadelphia parade—so many of them, in fact, that organizers had to scramble to find more chairs. Everybody seemed relaxed, and maybe it was because they could just be themselves. They didn’t need booze to have fun. In fact, it was precisely because no alcohol was served that many party-goers in recovery really could relax at a St. Patrick’s Day party for the first time in years. That’s if they’d ever gone at all.

The place was filled with families, too, and that’s not something you’re likely to see during a St. Patrick’s Day pub-crawl, either. Hot dogs moved, well, like hotcakes, and everybody noshed on cookies, chips, soda bread, cheese, and other party foods. Some of the best musicians you could find anywhere played for hours. Dancers, still fresh from the parade—they’re kids, so they don’t tire the way we do—pranced about the floor as party-goers clapped. The only thing that was missing was the one thing that precisely nobody missed at all.

“The appeal is great music, great dancing, and a place to go where you don’t have to worry about drinking,” said Katherine Ball-Weir, who, with partner Frank Daly, pulled off the spectacularly successful event.

Hosting a first-ever event of any kind can be a little nerve-wracking. You can never predict how it’s going to over. “Nobody knew what to expect,” said Ball-Weir.

At first ticket sales were a bit slow. That changed. “Every time somebody bought a ticket, I got a notice on my phone,” said Daly. His phone didn’t buzz much at first. But “in the last four to five days, ticket sales picked up,” says Daly, “which is typical.”

And some people decided to go really late in the game.

“Somebody bought seven tickets at 4:42,” Ball-Weir laughed. “The party started at 4.”

Now that they’ve proved the concept, Daly said, “I think it’ll grow every year, absolutely.”

No one could have been more thrilled than William Spencer Reilly, founder and producer of Sober St. Patrick’s Day, a concept now taking hold in many cities, including New York, Dublin, Belfast, Richmond, Va., Casper, Wyoming, and Avon Lake, Ohio.

“Both of these guys did a terrific job. I’m just thrilled,” said Reilly. “More than any other city, we wanted it here because of its history. You couldn’t have asked for a better team to do this. I have no doubt it’s going to grow in Philly.”

The party is also likely to do things for the local branch of Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann, which sponsored the event, Reilly said. (CCE is the world’s largest organization dedicated to the preservation and promotion of traditional Irish music. Many people who previously haven’t been exposed to the tradition could become dedicated followers as a result.

Musicians like the party, too, but for another reason.

“Brian Conway (one of the top fiddlers in the world) put it best,” Reilly said. “He described it as ‘an oasis because people actually listen to me.’”

We have pictures from the party. Check them out.

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How We Spent St. Patrick’s Day

Karen Boyce McCollum and her uncle Kevin McGillian performing at The Plough and Stars.

Karen Boyce McCollum and her uncle Kevin McGillian performing at The Plough and Stars.

We had breakfast at the Plough and the Stars, watched Irish dancers and a flag-raising ceremony at the Irish Memorial, went to the supermarket for potatoes–George’s Shop ‘N Bag in Dresher, because we heard they had live Irish music in the bakery and they did–and had lunch with the  200 seniors who filled the ballroom at the Irish Center for ham and cabbage, shepherd’s pie, and a couple of different kinds of spuds and dessert, a joint production of the Irish Center, the Irish Immigration Center, and 11 stalwart volunteers.

Then, we took naps. It’s a grueling couple of weeks covering everything going on in Philly’s vibrant Irish community, but undeniable craic–Irish for fun.

We took our cameras with us, so you can see where we were on Tuesday.

What did you do?

 

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