Ah, the blessings of immigration:

Italy: Spaghetti and lasgana
Ireland: Corned beef and cabbage
Mexico: enchilatas and anything con queso
Spain: oranges and other citrus and Christopher Columbus
France: wine (the first wine in the New World was made by French Monks) and bolubaise (sp?)
China: fireworks (roundabout) and egg drop soup
Portugal: Port wine
England:

um. er. ah.

yeah.

give me a minute.

or two.

oh, our rule of law. of course.

I think you’re forgetting apple pie.

Most Irish immigrants came during times of famine or great poverty. I really doubt that many of the Irish could afford corned beef.

It was actually cheaper than the traditional Irish meal of BACON and cabbage.  In fact, it was made using a very tough cut of meat (brisket) and so was one of the cheapest meals they could make at the time.

I cannot believe that you are leaving out the greatest gift of all that the Brits gave you:  the English language.  If you doubt that, remember that at one point it was seriously debated whether to underline the break with the old country by making German the national language of the nascent US.

Fr. Tee, we are grateful for the gift of the English Language, but hesitate to mention it, given what we Yanks have done to it.

I can walk from my house and have Tex-Mex or real Mexican food, Italian, Eqyptian, “Mediterranean” (they are Bosnians), and plain Fort Worth cafe home-cooking (forget 4 star restaurants - breakfast/lunch cafes are the supreme cuisine here).  I can have Hot Damn Tamales or Japanese take-out around on Berry Street.  From the office, I can walk across the street to the little store run by Palestines where the TV plays Al Jazeera (sp?) news, Arabic soap operas, and, on occasion, Palestinian music videos. The hispanic kid (17 years old, supporting a wife and baby, and hoping to become a truck driver) makes me the best hamburgers for lunch.

All of this in a hick city on the edge of the wild west, where 40 years ago, people were white in my part of town, black in Como and Stop Six, and brown way up on the north side. And that was about it. 

America is an amazing place.

“I cannot believe that you are leaving out the greatest gift of all that the Brits gave you:  the English language.  If you doubt that, remember that at one point it was seriously debated whether to underline the break with the old country by making German the national language of the nascent US.”

The business about German as the proposed “national language” is a mere myth.  The truth is that there was a proposal before the Pennsylvania legislature in the 1780s to make German an official language, alongside English and on terms of equality with it, of Pennsylvania.  It was defeated by two votes in the early 1790s, anf never came up again thereafter.

Fr. Tee,
As you may have guessed, I penned this shortly after lunch.

# 1: England - Great Britain, actually - gave America .... America.
Read your Niall Ferguson. & Andrew Roberts. & Winston Churchill.
(Of course, America gave Britain Churchill.)

“(Of course, America gave Britain Churchill.)”
OK folks, half-credit where it’s due!  (Last time I checked, he was born at Blenheim Palace, and his father was English).

#10: I meant via his estimable mother, of course. America can take pride in her half-American son.

Gordian,
I most heartily concur!

If you have been to your courthouse or called you now get a choice of English or Spanish.

In addition to giving us Winston, Mrs. Churchill also gave my college its school colors:

Williams’ primary school color is purple.  The story goes that at the Williams-Harvard baseball game in 1869, spectators, watching from carriages, had trouble telling the teams apart (there were no uniforms) so one of the onlookers bought ribbons from a nearby millinery store to pin on Williams’ players. The only color available was purple. The buyer was Jennie Jerome (later Winston Churchill’s mother) whose family summered in Williamstown.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Williams_College                 

Please, don’t forget the Yorkshire pudding, and Stilton!
T

I want to someday write a short historical fiction about my great-great-grandfather who left Ireland an ardent Atheist who hated both God and Church. His Atheist drunken son stumbled into a Chicago store-front church and his life, and his decendants lives, were changed forever. Thank you, America, for giving us a home. Thank you Jesus Christ for giving us a life.

DonGander