#saint patricks day
Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with Fadó, an RPG set in ancient Ireland (and featuring the saint himself)!
Fadó: Chapter One is available now for PC at
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1148200/Fad_Chapter_One/
What’s better on Saint Patty’s than sharing some luck??
A c0mmish for @leeviathans featuring his oc, Anfisa and my oc, Lucky!
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It’s that time of the year again.
Enjoy the Day, folks! (If you’re celebrating it, of course…)
I have never seen this before and I don’t know where it has been all my life.
Ah there it is again!
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
Today we bring you an 1809 English language edition of Jocelin’s Life and Acts of Saint Patrick. Jocelin of Furness (active 1175-1214) was a Cumbrian Cistercian monk and hagiographer. John de Courcy (1150-1219), an Anglo-Norman lord and conqueror of what is today Northern Ireland, and Tommaltach Ua Conchobair (ca. 1150-1201), archbishop of Armagh, commissioned Jocelin to write a biography of St. Patrick. What at first glance seems to be an unlikely alliance between a foreign Norman knight and a native Irish prelate was in actuality a strategic power move. The territories of Armagh and Dublin were rivals for political and religious dominance in Ireland at the time, and both de Courcy and Ua Conchobair had a vested interest in promoting Armagh as the diocese founded by St. Patrick himself. In fact, Ua Conchobair is listed as one of the coarbs (Gaelic heirs) of the patron saint of Ireland.
Evidently, the Dublin-based Hibernia Press did not take the pro-Armagh/anti-Dublin bent of Jocelin’s hagiography too personally when they reprinted this version in 1809. In fact, they enhanced the Cistercian monk’s text with a re-engraving of an illustration featured in Thomas Messingham’s 1624 Florilegium insulæ sanctorum; the facsimile frontispiece shows three of the principal Irish saints: St. Columba, St. Brigid, and, of course, St. Patrick, who quite literally takes center stage.
As a parting piece of trivia, the legend of St. Patrick’s expulsion of snakes from Ireland can be traced to Jocelin’s version of the saint’s biography (see passage above). This is why Messingham depicted St. Patrick with snakes fleeing at his feet. May the snake-free luck of the Irish be with you today!
Images from: Jocelin of Furness. The life and acts of Saint Patrick … Dublin: Hibernia Press, 1809.
Call no.: BR1720 .P26 J6 1809
Catalog record: https://bit.ly/3t3ggoJ
Why do some people dislike saint paddy’s day? I understand that it’s not a major holiday, and maybe some people don’t care to celebrate it, that’s fine! But if I come up to someone and say that I’m exited about saint paddy’s day wether you celebrate it or not, LET ME BE FUCKING HAPPY, OKAY? IT’S NOT OFTEN THAT I’M EXCITED ABOUT ANYTHING DUE TO MY DEPRESSION SO IF I SAY I CAN’T WAIT FOR SAINT PADDY’S DAY JUST FUCKING TELL ME “Oh, I’m not really a fan of it, but I’m glad that you’re happy about it.” Or “ I don’t care about it, but it’s cool that you like it.”
It’s true that the three-leafed shamrock clover is the traditional choice for celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day, we’re testing our luck today and posting this four-leafed clover pattern for an embroidered “good luck pillow” from the 1905 Good Housekeeping Needlework Manualinstead.
The Good Housekeeping Institute described this pattern, advertised in its section for “original and sporty pillow designs” by declaring that
The college boy, or even the common, every-day man or boy, fortunate enough to possess a “den” of his own, would doubtless be well pleased with this “good luck” pillow. It has a distinctly sporty appearance, which is said to appeal particularly to masculine tastes. Stamped and tinted on cream Bulgarian linen. it requires only the “long and short” Kensington stitch for the clover leaf, and simple outlining for the rest. in color to suit the individual taste. Of course, the clover leaf is done in several shades of green. Golden browns could be employed effectively on the rest of the design. A green back is furnished with the top. The bargain counter gift has a flavor all its own—and few enjoy that flavor.
This catalog is call number TT705 .G66 1905 in Hagley Library’s published collections, and is part of a digital collection of materials documenting American women’s participation in household handicrafts in the 19th and early 20th century. It was commonly expected that these women would take up such crafts as part of their domestic duties, particularly needlework, a skill set most of them would begin training in as young girls.
Some contemporary feminist critics considered this work to be a frivolous use of women’s time and a waste of their intellectual capacity. In Mary Wollstonecraft’s A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, the author argued that needlework limited the potential of young girls by stifling their minds and instilling an obsession with ornament over matters of import.
For other women, however, such work provided rare opportunities. Household handiwork could offer outlets for artistic self-expression, a chance to socialize outside the home, and a way to commemorate valued emotional bonds. Women’s handiwork also offered economic opportunity through the creation of personal property with real monetary value. Additionally, it opened spaces for entrepreneurial women. Many of the items shown in this collection bear the names of women who leveraged gendered expectations about household handicrafts into occupations as pattern designers, authors, and shop owners. To view this collection in our Digital Archive, click here.
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End of March, freshmen year
I get off the bus, my eyes are filled with tears
I tell you what my friend did and you drive me back to school, I feel ashamed
I stay home the next day and get x-rayed
I don’t tell you about the previous bruises and threats
You don’t know he’ll become one of my greatest regrets
I’m not sure how I’ll face him, or what I’ll tell my friends
I wonder if I’ll ever feel safe at school again
You know I’m scared, even though I say I’m not
So you have me carry pepper spray, the only protection I got
I see him every day in class and we still have lunch together
I blame myself and wonder what I could’ve done better
You wrap a brace around my chest, the pressure helps with the pain
The blow plays on repeat inside of my brain
You hear me whimper at night in my sleep
I can’t remember ever feeling so weak
One year later, St. Patrick’s Day
I didn’t know that that night my life would change
You watched my face as I got the call
I tried to stand but all I could do was fall
The person said they were an officer and that my best friend was dead
I couldn’t process the thoughts running through my head
Once I realized who it really was, I felt even more sick
I didn’t know he’d play such a cruel trick
When I confronted him at school he just laughed in my face
From then on, just seeing him filled me with rage
We had many altercations throughout the years
Each time my body would shake with anger, but I was no longer ruled by fear
I wanted him to try something again, just so I could finally fight back
I wanted to prove I was not the same person he attacked
He’s a chapter in my story, it’s too late to make changes
But I have better chapters with happier pages
