In Reply to: Re: Ceist eile do Oliver K posted by Ould Stock on August 31, 2008 at 13:17:02:

maidin maith agat....agus ...failte....an interloper got trapped in the postings....and i hope that reader ....is now enjoying reading the irish world.....which is much more suited to their mentality than a trip down memory lane.....capote said....to me the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about....but the inner musicthat words make.....and so to the interloper ....i send the words of sean o'casey......every action of our lives ....touches on some chord.....that will vibrate in eternity....now once again ....some more golden memories.......way back .....thursday evenings on mc hale road ...in fact just after tea.....the usual din of the home was interupted by the sound of......fresh herring.......mackerel.....darky laden ...and his wife ....and sometimes their son martin....picked up boxes of fish at the station.....the fish had come down on the evening train from dublin .......the ladens ....and tom connelly...were local fishmongers......they had their barrows....and straight from the station they came to the road.......these herring were indeed fresh their gills were a good fresh red......in those days there was no donnegans......in fact except for the fishmongers on the bridge at lavelles.....on a friday ....that was the only source.....well the ladens came down the road with their cry of .......fresh herring.......by the time they got to the end of the road they were sold out......they peddled their fish ....and wrapped them up in newspaper......those days meat on a friday was "not kosher".....friday was fish day.....the irony of that is way back then we felt penalized by not allowed meat on friday.....when in fact now we know and accept fish was alot better for us ....especially herring and mackerel......as they say if we only knew then what we know now......now fridays on the bridge was another story.....tom connelly would have a table set up complete with white covering......just down from him there was another guy.....i should know his namme quite well..but its slipped through the cracks....but his first name was tom.....because i in my youth spent some time on stalls at markets and fairs....i knew every "pavie" in the country....but back to tom..?.....he too would have his table set up.....with fish.....but three other more interesting items......"yummyyy "cockles mussels and delisk.....we would approach his table and try to get a piece of delisk by pretending we were just...trying a sample....but we did manage to get our fill....by hook or by crook....that accounts to why we are so healthy....fair days were a special day....no school.....the main street filled with farmers and cows.....every archway filled with cows ....jobbers...and buffers...the hustler mantra was like music....." how much......80 pounds came the reply.....ya'll be taking her home was the rebuttle.....i'll give ya 60....there's no way she'll go for 60.....then a buffer ....planned in advance would cut in ........whats between ya...would be his demand......ara....theres no pint in talking tio that man.....come here tome ...the buffer would say....give me your hands....and dont break my word.....you'll give him 65.....i wont....now ...dont break my word dacent man....there would be more hackling backwards and forwards....come on the buffer would demand.....looking at the jobber ...hed say ....ya'll give him another fiver.....then with a slap of the hand the deal was sealed .....the jobber would mark the cow .....and give the farmer a cheque or cash.......lets have a pint on it ...would be the last remark......the banks were always a going concern..... the bank of ireland at the mall.....the munster and leinster on main street and the national bank on ellison street.....down in the fair green where the main cattle tradind took place.....we youngster would be there with cans gaetting milk frl cows that were not milked before they were driven into town ....and not by truck....farmers got up in the small hours .....or there were ....guys who were cattle drovers....one ....to note was the johnny ...the whip.... moran.....they walked their stock into town .......and at 6 in the morning the activities began.....john kenny had his beer tent.....john for years had the licence to sell booze in the fair green.....there he have his high and low barels......thats how guinness was dispensed way back then.....the glass was 3 quarter filled with low guinness then topped up with high....as it rose to the top john had a knife to skim off the head .....we would often collect sme of his pint glasses and bring them to his tent....that was worth a tanner ....and a bottle of minerals....and a couple of marietta biscuits.....outside paddy morans there'd be second hand clothes dealers.....a line of stalls ...of second hand clothes.....in the old days these merchants were the real deal......as they set their scope on a mark.....come over here to me they'd holler at some prospective mark....what is it.... the old ranger would shout back....come here to me....would be the reply co,e here.....take a feel of this ...the pavie would shout.....throwing a jacket or a pants into the hands of the now marked man.....what do you think of that......its all right ...theres no fault in it.....feel that....its botany wool.....its all wool bar the buttons ....and the buttons are bone.....you can go to high mass ....low mass.....you needent go to any mass at all......you can go to america on the pan american airways ....and come riding in a jeep.....and you'll still be wering it......take off your coat there ....dacent man .......and try it on....sure i dont want it the ....mark would reply....i dont want to sell it toyou....would be the retort.....try it on ....i want to see how it looks on ya.....slowly the web was closing as the ....mark... would begin to take his coat off.....on went the "new" jacket.....come here to me ....the pavie would holler.....look at that .......it was made for ya.....sure i dont want it but its grand......it fits....fine......if ya were buying it ....what would ya give me.........the mark was now beginning to like the feel of his "new" garment......and other farmers were telling him .....its a right one johnny.....god give ya the health to wear it......eventually ......the mark would look up at the dealer.....now convinced he must buy it.......how much.....will ya give me 30 bob the pavie would demand....i will not....would be the reply....sure i dont want it....as he began to take it off.....well....how much will give me for it.....the farmer would take the jacket off ....and lok at it....give it an examination.....search the pockets....and then as he began to put it back on stall ...the pavie would go for the juggler.....here dacent man give me 27 and six....and hed begin to roll it up and put string around it......i will not i'll give ya a quid ....go away ou' that would be the reply......whats between ya ...someone would holler......this man came here to insult me the pavie would shout....i offered him the jacket for 27 and six and he offered me a pound....this man doesnt want a jacket he wants a waistcoat.....johnny ...give him a couple o'more bob.....ill give him 25 and not a penny more......the jacket was rolled up tied up and sold.....as the pavie shouted ....sold to the man with the straight hair ....the curled up toes ...the bent down nose and the straight chest....another one gone ...charlie....the pavie....would shout.....as the farmer gave his money he would usually say....are ya givin' me the price of a pint back for luck....i wish all the luck in the world the pavie would reply ...as he began his next....scoping.....next time more on fair days in caisleann an bharraig...
anois tog go bog e....to my interloper....capote said...
a conversation is a dialogue...not a monologue.....thats whythere are so few good conversations .....due to scarcity.....two intelligent talkers seldom meet......slan