I am St. David (in Welsh, Dewi Sant or Dai to the boys), the national and tutelar saint of Wales, whose annual festival, known as St. David's Day, falls on the 1st of March. Few historical facts are known regarding my life and actions, and the dates both of my birth and death are purely conjectural, although there is reason to suppose I was born about the year 500 and died at a great age towards the close of the 6th century. Well you wouldn’t want to share your age if you were as old as I. Keep them guessing, thats what I say.Son of Sandde, a prince of the line of Cunedda, my mother being Non, who ranks as a Cymric saint. I took a prominent part in the celebrated synod of Llanddewi-Brefi, and presided at the so-called "Synod of Victory", held some years later at Caerleon-on-Usk. At some date unknown, I, as penescoli or primate of South Wales, moved the seat of ecclesiastical government from Caerleon to the remote headland of Mynyw, or Menevia, which has ever since, under the name of St. David's (Ty-Dewi), remained the cathedral city of the western see. I founded numerous churches throughout all parts of South Wales, of which fifty-three still recall my name, but (apparently) I never penetrated farther north than the region of Powys, although I did visit Cornwall for my holidays.With the passing of time my fame increased, and my shrine at St. David's became a notable place of pilgrimage. However having said that it does still seem that many Welsh folk forget to celebrate my birthday and instead chose my old mate Paddy's birthday. Duw DuwI would now like to spread my love amongst the people of Wales, and I ask you to join me in a right old celebration each and every year on March the 1st.LET'S MAKE THIS DAY A CELEBRATION OF OUR NATIONS GREAT IDENTITY.
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