Sunday, March 17, 2013

Walking in Fields of Gold

"You remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley.You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold......I've never made promises lightly. There have been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left, we will walk in fields of gold, we'll walk in field's of gold....Many years have passed since those summer days, among the fields of barley.....See the children run as the sun goes down as you lie in fields of gold....You remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley.You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold."

I wanted to find a good Danny Boy rendition to play for my St. Patrick's Day Sunday-Song.  I found an awesome one by an American girl with an Irish name, from a town in Maryland where my younger siblings grew up. They graduated from the same high school, had lunch in the same cafeteria, went to the same proms. They never had a voice like hers, and she never had a life like theirs.  She died at 33, years before her talents were truly recognized, but not before she was able to record songs that were made into albums and received posthumous awards, decades after her death.  In 2005, announced its Top 25 best selling musicians, and she ranked 5th behind The Beatles, U2, Norah Jones and Diana Krall.  Her name is Eva Cassidy. While listening to other tracks by her, I got sidetracked by this one. By rights, this is not an Irish song, or my typical Sunday song, but it is the purest melody accompanying the lyrics of a land where I imagine my ancestors walked.

Here is Eva Cassidy and Walking in Fields of Gold


One of the cheekiest Irish toasts I think is this one:
        May those who love us, love us.
        And those that don't love us,
        May God turn their hears.
        And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
        May He turn their ankles,
        So we'll know them by their limping.

Speaking of walking in Fields of Gold, a third or so of my children will be limping alongside the green line at the St. Patrick's Day Parade later today. Limping because they will be bogged down selling my Irish Flag Pins and fresh homemade, frosted Shamrock sugar cookies.

Close-up of one of the 'little pins', (the most requested)

Each pin is packaged in cellophane and nestled in an Irish saying

The green sprinkles are tiny candy shamrocks

My friend Lynn stayed up with me late, frosting and packaging.  No peanut or nut oils.


Be sure and tune your radios to WJCU  [88.7 FM] today from 6AM to Midnight for the annual St. Patrick's Day Marathon.  Nothing is finer than Uncle Fred, Aunt Jill and Greg Priddy spinning Irish tunes the entire time.  You can request songs by calling 1-216-397-4438, or emailing, or go to to stream. 

A lady at my sister Michelle's church in Maine's cousin (John Broderick from Galway) wrote a song called Paint me a Picture of Ireland, which Fred has promised to play tomorrow between 2 and 4 PM.


Bethany wanted me to remind you that the following furniture pieces that I've either painted or restored are available on Craigslist.  Some of these items will be heading for a consignment shop in Columbus, or a boutique in Baltimore shortly, unless snapped up in the next few weeks......

The Union Jack is no longer available.

The olive-red sienna glazed phone bench is no longer available.

Wall mount custom flags (turnaround time 4 days)

Coffee table

Pot of Gold? No longer available.

Swedish chair

Taupe sofa table No longer available.

Faux leather side table

Soon to be finished dresser with baskets and pine planked top

Black patchwork vanity bench. No longer available.

Child's secretary desk and chair

Custom designed Subway Art dressers and sideboards


I remember as a girl waking up every March 17th, to the sound of 'me mither' calling, "Top o' the marnin
't ye".  Groggily, we would answer back, "And the balance of the day t' ye!"  This I wish t' ye......

As ever,
La Verne

1 comment:

  1. My sister, Nadine, commented On Eva Cassidy to me in an email:

    I knew Eva, she was an excellent artist. I never knew she sang until after she died. She had beautiful blue eyes.