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A day to celebrate

St Pats lemon tart

I decorated a lemon tart with lime and lime zest for St. Patrick’s Day. That was last year.

ST. PATRICK’S DAY IS A BIG HOLIDAY IN MY FAMILY — and not because we’re Irish or even big beer drinkers.

It’s because my father, Eric Sonneman, a refugee from Nazi Germany, arrived in this country on March 17, 1939. He was 28 years old.

When his ship arrived in New York on St. Patrick’s Day, the passengers were greeted by a band playing Irish music at the pier. My father knew nothing about St. Patrick’s Day, but his uncle, a recent immigrant himself who had met my father’s ship, insisted on going to Fifth Avenue to see the fabulous parade.

“I thought this is a wonderful country, to welcome the immigrants with a band and a parade!” my father always said. (A more complete story is here.)

Now I always celebrate St. Patrick’s Day as a day to remember my dad’s wonderful introduction to America.


In Chicago, where I grew up, they dye the Chicago River green for St. Patrick’s Day

The traditional food for the day, of course, is corned beef and cabbage, but that has never appealed to me. Something-or-other green (and a little Guinness stout) is enough for me. Last year I was fancy with the decorated lemon tart, but this year I’m lazier, and I’m just making my bright-green parsley soup (the recipe is here, though I now use my hand-blender) and some oatmeal-currant scones. It’s my own little St. Pat’s tradition. Anything green will do, though — even a green salad!

The important thing is the toast.  I’ll be toasting my dad and the country that welcomed him.

ST PATS card


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Eating green

My family always celebrates St. Patrick’s Day.

It’s not that our Jewish family has any Irish ancestry. But my father always talked about the “Irish luck” that allowed him to escape Nazi Germany and arrive in the United States on March 17, 1939.

After he’d made the decision to leave–in 1936, when he lost his job after his boss was ordered to dismiss all Jewish employees–it took years and many obstacles before he could obtain a visa to America. By that time, February, 1939, there were no more boats leaving Germany. He packed a few belongings in a brown steamer trunk, said goodbye to his parents and brother, and took a train to Holland.

In early March, he boarded a small ship bound for America.  Because of rough seas, the voyage lasted fourteen days and the ship arrived in New York on March 17, 1939 – St. Patrick’s Day.

A band playing Irish music greeted the ship at the dock, and my dad’s uncle, who had emigrated previously, took my father to Fifth Avenue so they could see the spectacular parade.

My father had never heard of  St. Patrick’s Day and was so astonished by the joyous atmosphere of his arrival that he never forgot it.  “I thought this is a wonderful country, to welcome the immigrants with a band and a parade!” he always said.

My dad had a party every year on March 17, which usually included corned beef sandwiches (on Jewish rye), root beer and beer.

And we’d go downtown in Chicago to see the parade and the river dyed green (yes, really).

Since my dad’s no longer with us, my St. Pat’s Day traditions are not so grand. I simply honor the day by wearing green and eating green food.

It could be a gloriously green kale salad, which Cathy introduced me to….

To make kale salad, just wash the kale, cut out the tough stems and shred or finely chop the kale. Make a salad dressing (one I like has oil, sesame oil, rice vinegar, and a little soy and honey) and let the kale sit in the dressing for an hour or more. Add some other good things — dried cranberries, orange or apple slices, sesame seeds, hazelnuts– whatever you like.

Or green soup. I’ve already got my parsley soup ready for St. Patrick’s Day,  a nice bright green concoction– and it was easier to make than ever, thanks to my new immersion blender — and many thanks to Cathy for that! (The recipe for the parsley soup is here — I recommend making double the quantity.)

I love the way my father saw St. Pat’s Day as a kind of immigrants’ day. In my own small way–even if it’s just by eating green food– I want to honor the joy and and celebration my dad felt remembering his welcome to America. For me, that’s what the day is all about.


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