Today, the St. Urho tradition is carried on in many Finnish communities, sometimes as an excuse to add an extra day of rowdy celebration to the St. Patrick’s Day festivities. In many Finnish-American communities, however, St. Urho’s Day is the celebration, and St. Pat’s feast day is merely an afterthought, a day to sleep off the hangover.”
Yes, indeed, we are Finnish! Well, my father's family is anyhow. So I guess I've got a little Finn mixed in with the rest of my Heinz 57 heritage. And I am quick to remember this every year only because it falls before St. Patrick's Day, the holiday everyone else remembers! My father's parents were from Helsinki, Finland, and while I never met my grandfather, my grandmother spoke Finnish quite fluently. I have childhood memories of her speaking the language and how one particular verse became more recognizable on March 16th each year. There aren't many left in my family who can speak Finn, but you can be sure they know how to speak today's blog title!
My grandmother passed away the day that Oliver was born, a little over 9 years ago. I know that she is dancing in heaven today as we remember her heritage.... so, for you, grandma,
"Happy St. Urho's Day!"