The caretaker of the cottage where we're staying dropped by this morning to say good-bye. The rainbow was gone by now, but only by 20 minutes and he'd seen it too. 'The Pot of Gold must be in that guys' house," I said. Blank stare from the caretaker. 'You know," I said, "the Leprechaun's Pot of Gold." Blank stare from the caretaker. "You've not heard the story of the Irish Leprechaun's Pot of Gold?" Caretaker: "Never until right this minute," he said.
So it appears the tales of Leprechauns and Pots of Gold are more inventions of Hollywood and Americans than of true sons of the sod...or sons of the rocks (in the case of the Aran Islands).
Donald Critchfield
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