General Chat

Dermot,

That would make a great Script for a TV programme. Magic.

Nowt as funny as folk !

Re Dermot's story I think The Blocker should have sued Mrs Cronin and Father Mack shold have kept the colt! Mrs Cronin should have been locked up!

The Wedding Debacle (part 2).

Certain of the Clergy at the time were toffs - riding with the Agent & dining with the Landlord. I don’t know now if the Parish Priest bid for the colt. Mrs Cronin’s neighbours told her she’d get a better price for him at the Carnagee fair.

She wasn’t short of money - no great demands to meet seeing as Dan left her with no encumbrances. She was a good catch too and accounts of marriage were coming to her. One man in particular had it very bad. He was a dealer in cattle - they used to call him ‘the Blocker’. I couldn’t tell you what was recorded on his birth certificate - we knew him only as ‘the Blocker’.

Mrs Cronin was coming from town one day & she met Fr Mack, the Parish Priest on the road. They were talking & he said that if she had any notion of marrying again, the Blocker would make an advisable partner for her.

Well, seeing the way it was drawn down & who said it, she let the match go ahead but the wedding was held up until the twelve months would have elapsed when she could discard her mourning clothes.

After the wedding ceremony, they were in the Priest’s Sacristy talking & Mrs Cronin said to the Fr Mac: “I know you have your eye on the colt & seeing as you had a hand in today’s happy event, I’ll give him to you in lieu of the marriage offering. Your parish clerk will be at the wedding celebrations tonight & he can take the colt home with him”.

Fr Mack was delighted with his good fortune. Out with the party then into the wedding drag & drove out to Dan Cronin’s house where everything was laid on for a right night’s jollification.

It was dark that night when Dan Cronin arrived in the big field in front of his house, back from America with the money in his inside pocket. He couldn’t but notice the house all lit up, music playing as the wedding dance was in full swing. Dan didn’t know what to make of it. He sloped around outside lazy to go in. He put his back to the horse stable door where the light fell on his face.

Now, this was the time the parish clerk decided to go home & to take the colt with him. He headed out for the stable and when he saw who was standing there, his mouth opened to yell but no sound came out. But I can tell you, he put the front door of the Presbytery between himself & Dan Cronin in double quick time.

The door of Dan’s house opened again & a bunch of ‘Strawboys’ came out. Dan decided to see what was going on indoors & taking one of the Strawboy’s hats & letting the disguise fall down over his face, he walked into the house & asked Norah out dancing. Going around in the dancing set, he was very free making - more so than a man should be with a newly married woman.

“Who are you?” Norah said whipping off the straw hat & mask from his face. When she saw who it was, the poor woman melted in a faint on to the floor. The people there were dumfounded but the music kept going because the fiddle player was blind.

“What’s happening in my house?” enquired Dan. The fiddle player, when he heard Dan’s voice, took the bow away from the strings & walked in the direction of the sound. He let his hand run over the face - “t’is Dan Cronin - he hasn’t changed a bit”.

When the people realised he was solid flesh, they were relieved - but they began to hum & to haw & God blast it, where was he so in these last twelve months. His body was found & he was buried - but that was a year ago & what could his widow do but marry again.

Mrs Cronin was helped to her feet & throwing her arms around his neck, she said: “Dan, oh dear Dan, if you only came back a few hours earlier, I wouldn’t have made such a fool of myself getting married again“. And consoling her, he said: “Norah, do you know that the story could have been a lot worse if I was a couple of hours later”.

Turning to the Blocker, he showed him the door & he left with his tail between his legs. And, do you know, another man who came bad out of it - Fr Mack for he got no colt.

Dermot I logged on to see if the part two was ready.?

did anyone read the GR about the subs they have added to it now so it is a lot clearer.

I promise I am not pregnat.. this morning I took my filled up form to the dentist to sign on for NHS treatment then took my perscription into the chemist. called into the paper shop and brough a paper. (I very rarely buy a paper.)
went into Waiitrose to buy some frozen sauages rolls and bits and bobs as my Grandchildren are coming over next week. Megan Ryan and Charlie (the three in the photo I sent ) while in Waitrose I saw some kippers and brough two. thought I have them for my lunch.
when I told my youngest son he said Kipper for lunch? they are for breakfast.
I said I am pregant and fancied them .lol

Rita

Morning all.

Great story Dermot, looking forward to the next part......... wondering what happened!!

Jean, pleased things seem to be getting sorted out for little Scarlett. I agree with the social worker though, it might be best for your son to apply for custody, so Scarlett can't be suddenly taken away from the loving home where she's settled and happy.

I love that name........ Scarlett!!

Linda, you must have a lot of patience!

It's dark and wet here.

Morning all
Thanks for breakfast Jean
Little was really late pick up last night. Only Mum at home and she was caught in a closed motorway locally. So an hour and a half late leaving here !! We were going to friends for dinner, so hubby walked down without me and I went after Little was collected.
Lucky for them that she wasn't in nursery, it would have cost them £90 extra, doubt that will be appreciated though.
Then she had mum up between 1:00 and 4:00 this morning, so she thinks she will sleep today. I knowing previous experience think not !!
Have a good day everyone.
Hope Scarletts home care is sorted soon Jean, you look after yourself too

Linda :o) XxXX

Jean I fancy some mushrooms!
I't's middle of the week so it's chicken curry for tea and there's footie in the telly!

Morning All.

Cold, wet and foggy. What a difference from yesterday.

Off to work.

Hope everyone is well and warm.

See you later.

morning all
and thank you for breakfast
im off out again soon got work all day

morning everyone it was pitch dark when I got up at 6 this morning
yesterday it was brighter so I felt a bit under the weather doom and gloom.
I hope you all have a good day today
be back later.

Rita

Morning folks,
just a quick hello before I go to work. Hope everyone is well.
Have a good day whatever you're up to.

Cath xx

Morning All !

Thanks for breakfast Jean, Nothing like a good nights sleep to recharge the battery. Hope all is going well with the family side of things.

Dark, miserable and raining here this morning. Come back frost all is forgiven.

Should manage to pop on now and again today, hopefully.

Have a good day ya all !

Morning everyone, hope you all had a peaceful night and slept well.
anyone ready for breakfast?
\__/ \__/ \__/ cereal, porridge or fruit.
bacon, sausage, eggs, mushrooms
all on hotplate,
hot rolls or toast, marmalade or honey.
\_/? \_/?\_/?\_/? \_/?\_/? tea or coffee

Dermot, am looking forward to part 2, please dont keep us waiting too long.

It's a bit cold here this morning, hope it warms up later.
Have a good day whatever you are doing today.
Go with God and in good health.
Jeniwren

evening all

i no i no im late again and very late its gone 12

will try and catch up to morrow as i think i better go a bed i only have 1 fag
and will be creeming in the morning

Dermot,
I look forward to Part 2. Don 't keep us in suspense!

The Wedding Debacle

Dan Cronin was a Carman on the road to Cork. ‘Carman’ was a posh Cork expression for a man with a horse & cart transporting goods - the forerunner of today’s 28 wheel - 30 foot low-loader with a bed & satnav. The only comfort Dan would allow himself on his travels was a woollen blanket across his knees on a frosty day & a bag of corn to feed the horse.

Dan would normally be carrying butter but when the butter was scarce, he’d be carrying corn. He had to make a living somehow.

One evening, he filled his load ready for an early start. He hit the hammock early that night & was up in the morning before six. He hung the kettle down in the open turf fire still smouldering from the night before and while he was waiting for it to boil, he tackled the mare & cart. He drank a quick cup of tea - that’s all he had time for. He didn’t rouse the wife - they weren’t long married.

The mare had no mind for the road lately - she had a foal that year & like the human, she was lazy parting with her offspring. So, it took Dan’s patience to coax her into her normal stride. Dan had only gone a mile or so when he met the postman on his bike. He had a letter for Dan. Dan didn’t bother to look at the letter until he had his business completed & was ready to return home.

When Dan eventually read the letter, he had a bit of a shock because it came from an Attorney in New York stating that a wealthy lady, a family connection of his mother, had died & it would be in Dan’s interest to come over to New York quickly, as there were others watching the expected estate proceeds.

Now, Dan was a man who wouldn’t let his right hand know what his left hand is up to. So, he tied the mare to the back shaft of another cart that would be passing his own house and asked the driver to tell his new wife that he’d be delayed. He then turned on his heel & headed down to Queenstown & boarded the boat to America. You’d be ages on the waves to get there at that time.

When, after a few days, Dan did not return home, Norah - his wife got panicky. Other cart drivers were asked to enquire about him in Cork. They did but there was no news of Dan.

At that time, anyone returning from the city on foot could take a nice short-cut across the river at Einshees. There were stepping stones there long before the bridge was built but they were treacherous stones as a few people knew to their cost.

There was a flood & a good while afterwards, a body was found in the river a few miles below the stone crossing. Seemingly, there was a likeness to Dan, as far as a likeness could be made out. The Police Sergeant said everything tallied & there was nobody else missing.

Dan was buried in the family grave & his widow Norah killed herself crying. Ah, that was the tearful face that had many admirers - she was young, only a few months married & had a farm of 10 acres with the run of 12 cows.

Norah had good neighbours & they came together to save the harvest for her & they also helped with the spring work. She came well out of it too & so did the mare - no carting to Cork - only a little bit of work around the farm. And the mare didn’t mind that because she was near her foal now maturing into a fine lump of a young colt, jet black with four white socks, going mad with glee, clearing five-bar gates or any other obstacle - until the Parish Priest put his eye on him.

(Part 2 to follow …..)

Maddie,

Treasurer those photos.....part of our great Naval History.

Just been told Stephen, it was Exeter.

MIL had photos of the ship when it had been hit. It was listing quite a lot, practically in the water.

She also had photos of when they returned and had a march through Portsmouth. Being led by a Chaplain.

Really wonderful photos.

Adam & Eve had the perfect marriage.

She didn't have to listen how his mother was such a good cook.
He didn't have to listen how she could have married a better man.

Sadly, both were accused of scrumping apples. He blamed her & she blamed the snake.

Have things really changed that much since?

A wee chuckle for the evening.

Why are dogs mans best friend ?

1. They never give advice.

2. They never borrow money.

3. They don't have In-Laws.