How do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day?
It’s a complex holiday. St. Patrick was born around 400 AD in Britain. History tells us he was kidnapped, became a shepherd who heard voices from God and had a profound religious conversion which he then shared to convert many Irish to Christianity. No beer, no snakes, and probably no four leaved clovers either. Here we have several of my favorite topics, leaving out the snake bit; genetics God, and beer.
I remember looking through the lawn around the house and then in the valley fields for a 4 leaved clover leaf as a child, when every one of them had 3 lobes. Once my sister found one with 4 leaves. She thought it was magical but I convinced myself it was a mutant, as I never found another one. If it were really a four leaved plant, we’d have had more of them. Magical, mutant, sometimes they are one and the same and maybe this was both. It’s difficult to sort out what is wonderful, like hearing the voice of God, from what is abnormal in a more sinister way, like delusion—which might be inherited.
From scientist’s studies of twins, we know that heritability of alcoholism is high, about 50%. Identical twins share all the same genes compared with fraternal twins who are more like siblings and share half their genes at the start. It’s twice as likely that identical twins both have alcoholism, or both lack it, compared with the same behavior in fraternal twins. Of course, we didn’t need the Human Genome Project to tell us that alcoholism runs in families. However, molecular genetics has helped us understand that it relates partly to our own genes which we inherited, and not only to the family environment we experienced. Genomics confirms alcoholism involves not one but a constellation of many genes acting together, or not, or behaving very badly. One thing is certain, it’s not up to just one gene.
Thinking about St. Patricks Day this morning, I thought I’d love to have the drink. Throughout the day I remembered I probably shouldn’t, for that very reason. I love a Guinness stout, or a pear cider, or even a Belgian strawberry beer, that’s certain. But a note from the a global director at Guinness today said while on any other day we drink 5.5 million pints of the Irish stout, on St. Patrick’s Day we drink 13 million pints. That’s a lot of beer.
I think I’ll skip the drink, have a glass of non-alcoholic apple cider, and say a prayer.
How did you spend St. Patrick’s Day?
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Scientific notes from the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism http://pubs.niaaa.nih.gov/publications/aa60.htm , and historical notes from National Geographic: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/03/110316-saint-patricks-day-2011-march-17-facts-ireland-irish-nation/
5 responses to “A Drink and a Prayer”
Very Well Penned, as in good Medieval History Narrations:Myself Been a Medievalist earlier specialized in OstKolonization(The Christianning of Eastern Europe):Keep$$$
Hi Jennifer. Thank you for the note about the historical aspect – often so forgotten in virtually every holiday due to the commercialization and overindulging our society embraces.
On St. Patrick’s Eve, I did enjoy a pint of Magners cider (one is my limit), mushroom barely soup and some Irish soda bread.
I want to echo Alexandra’s comment. I think of the rolling green pastures in such a beautiful country I visited, its warm people, and the gift of the gab and the powerful written word of their authors (so lost in our age where so many are head down in their gadgets and we’re losing the art of conversation and the beauty of the word.
Wonderful that you got to visit, and thanks for the reminder about the gift of story telling.
Jennifer, I love the way you make connections across (seemingly) disparate topics. As a Scot (shall I just preface everything I say like this?), of course, I don’t actually celebrate St. Patrick’s Day 🙂 However, I share a Celtic heritage with the Irish that includes the importance of God in everyday life (Scotland epitomizes Weber’s Protestantism and the Spirit of Capitalism-the Scots, historically, were nothing if not hard-working, God-fearing and single-minded), and alcohol (a dram, anyone?). No 4 leaf clovers though (the national emblem is the thistle…).
But I’ll raise a glass to the things I associate with Irishness – generosity, wit, ferocious love of family and an enduring sense of pride in a beautiful, now somewhat betrayed (by their bankers) country.
Thanks for the note on ferocious love of family and the importance of wit!