National Geographic : 1964 Aug
National Geographic, August, 1964 lier, kindlier country I've never seen. Further more, while I was there I attended a massive celebration of North Irishmen, all dressed in orange sashes and fiercely loyal to the Queen (below and pages 236-7). Throughout these ceremonies, which lasted two days, I wore a green necktie, and nobody so much as glanced at it. I will explain the ceremonies themselves later, for they marked a milestone in the his tory of Northern Ireland. I will continue to wear a shamrock, a green tie, a green sweater, and green socks on St. Patrick's Day, and so will my children. Yet the truth is-and this hurt a bit when I learned it-that the saint himself was pretty much an Ulsterman, and Ulster Protestants of the Church of Ireland revere him as the Catholics do. He began his mission in the North, set up his headquarters there, and is probably buried there. So there it is. To understand Northern Ireland you need a small dose of history immediately: The place is commonly called Ulster (from the Gaelic Uladh), which was the name of an ancient kingdom ruled for centuries by a warlike Ulster-born New Yorker, wearing insignia that identify him as Past Mas ter of an Orange Lodge, celebrates Covenant Day in Belfast (page 236). Best horse? Businessman Daniel Hughes and daughter Ann ponder the question at the Maze Race Course, near Belfast. Master distiller at Bushmills, William Wilson makes Irish whiskey with exactly the same methods he once used to pro duce Scotch in Scotland. "Some mysterious chemistry," he muses, "makes the flavor come out entirely different."