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Re: Ceist eile do Oliver K


Posted by oliver killeen on September 12, 2008 at 16:00:28:

In Reply to: Re: Ceist eile do Oliver K posted by oliver killeen on September 11, 2008 at 12:45:48:

a cara ....beannacth.....a most hackneyed stanza from a song by ...the pecker dunne....mcalpines fusiliers.....starts....'twas in the year of '39...the skies were full of lead .....hitler was heading for poland .....and paddy for holyhead.....sept. '39 ......on sept1 '39 germany invaded poland......and 2 days later great brittain and france declared war on germany.....in those dark years life as we know it changed.....rationing was introduced ....and every one was issued a ration book....a medical division was established in the ldf...and every night members of the local security force would parade out to the mantal hospital field....which was also a landing strip....these volunteers....were to watch the skies for planes....or any other sighting....we had blackouts....and night light was restricted....my father opened a second hand shop opposite smiler murphy's.......as a matter of fact one tragic afternoon a young miss keegan was hit by a car outside the shop ....she was brought in and laid on blankets where later she was to die......there was a certain rivallry between my fathers shop ...and the army and nad navy store owned by paddy hynes....that store was situated at the back of pillars jewelry shop.....johnny hynnes later bought that shop ...and it became hynes ......the pillars were a nice family ...who lived next to the tierneys......on station road.....actually alot of the original families......have long gone.....the dempseys....lar and tom dempsey.....their father worked for tommy durcans....the darcys.....mr darcy worked in the national bank.....gerry mc donnell..........well back to my fathers shop.....saturday was market day in castlebar and the market square was always a hive of activity.....my chore then was to bring my fathers dinner to him at the shop.....the meal was packed between two plates and wrapped in newspaper.....and off i'd go to the store.....this particular satuiday i did my chore .....when my father had eaten i'd bring the dishes home.....i grabbed the plates and headed off for home ....on my trusty steed .....my bsa bicycle....i walked up to j.b.morans corner...and then mounted the bike to cycle down castle lane.....the town was pretty busy as i headed down castle lane my bike began to pick up speed....and usually even though i knew it had no brakes i never feared....i was pretty articulate and able to control and manouvre through situations....not this day.....walking down the street in the middle of the lane was frank deasy.....frank had a gait that was well known ...he walked very spreadlegged....on this occasion one leg was on the sidewalk at stephen garveys.....the other on the sidewalk at martin quinns......i was flying by now ....holding onto the dishes in one hand.....i look up and right in front of my flight was frank......my front wheel flew between his legs ...he went flying ....i went flying ....and the dishes....well ...they did not survive.....frank lay prostrate on the road....i lay on front of him with torn elbows and hands.....but i didn't feel a thing......i was more concerned of what frank would do to me as....he began to stand up......stephen garvey was at his front door.......decked out in his trademark bow tie.....i jumped up.....and frank.....rather than give me shit or a boot up the ass.....more or less appologised for been in the middle of the road ......asked me if i was alright....and then said ....better get your father put brakes on that contraption.....a feww days later i was walking down mchale road towards the bacon factory....i was confronted by katie ford....franks wife......she wasn't as lenient ....and threatened me with telling my father ....as i ran away from her ...."bubbles" walsh was laying across the footpath ....i jumped over him .....he reached up his paw .....and clawed my leg...."bubbles" walsh was a very big shaggy type dog owned by the walshes.....the dog had usually a very docile disposition......mr walsh was a barber who had a barber shop in the ivy house.....christy walsh was a few years older than me ....but we were friends....he eventually....left the road and joined the....r.a.f....i never saw him again.....i never did get brakes on that bike.....about that tiome.....my father who was somewhat entrprenurial.....tendered to take over the picking up of the garbage......on getting the contract he hired his old friend ....dick mcgreal as his helper......the gargage in those days ....was mainly ......fireplace ashes.....the households had to pay threepence a bin.....the first day turned out to be hillarious.....la eile ....an sceil sin.....when i tell you you of ...."my old man's a dustman...." long before lonnie donnegan made it a hit......
.....tog go bog e.....

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