She was an avid gardener, and like most Northern Europeans of the peasant class (which she was) potatoes were a staple of her diet. So, every year, a portion of the garden was planted with potatoes.
However, St Patrick comes into the picture because they were IRISH potatoes and must be planted on his Feast Day. I'm not sure where she got the idea, because I've never heard it from anyone but Grandma.
I can remember several years when I helped her spade the potato plot and plant the seed potatoes by digging through the covering snow. I was reminded of this titbit by waking up yesterday on St Patrick's Eve to a snow-covered yard and garden.
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