The man on the horse is the person I get my wee bit of Irish from. My Grandpa Bones. Actually his names is Vernon, but everyone called him Bones. Don't really know why. He had dark, dark hair. He was tall and thin, and very un-Irish like. That is to say he had a quiet demeanor, but he was very very witty, you just had to be listening very carefully.
This little guy is the last in line. He doesn't have black hair or red anymore. He had a awesome time drinking green milk that the leprechauns left him last night. (His shirt says Lucky and Charming) I doubt his grandfather ever drank green milk from the leprechauns. But he did eat his cereal in the morning covered in coffee rather than milk.