DEATH NORA Bennis, who regularly made headlines for her outspoken views and passed away this week aged 78, has been laid to rest in her native Limerick.
Married to the late Gerry Bennis from the famous hurling family from Patrickswell, she was a very energetic and forceful voice in a wide range of areas from women working at home to abortion and sex education.
The staunch pro-life campaigner had plenty of followers and secured more than 18,000 first preference votes when she contested the 1994 European elections in the then Munster constituency.
Her funeral took place this Thursday at Our Lady of the Rosary Church, Ennis Road, adjacent to her family home at Revington Park. She was to be buried in St Mary’s (New) Cemetery, Patrickswell.
Nora was daughter of Paul Shinners, a veteran of the Easter Rising. As a political activist, she regularly hit the headlines including when leading a boycott of a sex shop which she described as “filth” when it opened on Ellen Street many years ago. See details in Limerick leader Eugene Phelan,14 Feb 2019.
From Listowel Connection
Down Memory Lane to the Ball Alley
A man called Enda Timoney is compiling a history of handball in Ireland. His research brought him to Listowel Connection and Junior Griffin's account of hand balling in Listowel in the 1940s and 50s.
Here is another memory from Junior;
"By all means Mr. Timoney can use my few words, in fact I would feel honoured. I think it is great that he is contemplating writing a history on the handball alleys. There was a time when we literally had nothing in our pockets and handball was our main sporting outlet as it really cost us nothing.
In fact as young boys during the war years some of us in the Bridge Road made a bit of money out of the handball.
On a Sunday morning the alley was packed with many young, and not too young, men awaiting their game of handball. No emigration. A few of us budding entrepreneurs from the Bridge Road would have picked up one old penny somewhere, when there was 240 pence to the old pound, and we would make our way to lovely old lady named Mrs Dowling about a mile outside Listowel and buy apples from her and then go back to the alley and sell our apples. Our aim was to make a profit of 3 old pence, 2 pence for the Sunday matinee and the one penny left would buy us 2 squares of the old Cleeves slab toffee. Our week was made, we wanted nothing else. The two squares were joined together and we would break them by hitting them against the metal leg of our seat in the local cinema. More than likely a square, or maybe both, would hit the ground, but the word hygiene was not on our dictionary in those days. What a lovely, carefree life it was.
The end of the war changed all that, as most of the hand ball young men of that era emigrated to different corners of the world. As I got older I played a lot of handball myself and gave many years as secretary of the local club.. The game of handball meant a lot to us in those days and I honestly believe that as young boys and then as young men it kept us out of harm’s way as the game of handball was such a brilliant game to play."
by Domhnall de Barra
We live in a fast-changing world that sometimes is hard to keep up with as every day brings something new. Advances in technology have enhanced our lives and given us new gadgets that make life that bit easier. International travel has improved and the world has become a much smaller place. I remember when I was in my teens hearing of a neighbour going to Australia. The only way to go was by passenger ship and the journey took 6 weeks to complete. Going to England by train and boat took over 24 hours, roughly the same time it now takes to fly to Australia. We can use skype and facetime to talk to friends and relations anywhere on the globe and watch them on the screens of our phones and tablets. If we need to find out about anything we just have to “google” it and the answer is there. Likewise with online shopping which gives us a huge choice of goods to choose from.
I recently had to replace two EGR valves in my Land Rover. The cost of the two in Ireland was €900. By searching the net I got them in Germany and they were delivered to my door at a total cost of €103. Now, that was some saving but we also need to be careful. The internet has given new opportunities to criminals who can pose as genuine traders and take all the money out of our bank accounts. We are fast approaching a time when paper money will be just a memory. Even now it is difficult to buy anything with notes over a couple of thousand. It will make it more difficult to launder money and will affect the black economy. We just have to adjust to these changes no matter how much we want to stop the world so that we can get off. Since the end of the 2nd World War we have had a more peaceful time but that is now in danger with the behaviour of the US, Russia and China in particular. I am old enough to remember the cold war between Russia and the USA and how close we came to a nuclear war that would have spelled the end of the world for us. There was an arms race with both nations trying to build bigger and better bombs and missiles. At one stage, Russian warships were heading for Cuba to launch an attack on the US but president Kennedy held his nerve and, at the last minute, they turned back. Common sense prevailed and eventually a treaty was arranged where both nations agreed to curtail their nuclear activity and the arms race was over. Now Trump says he wants to pull out of that arrangement and go back to building up the supply of arms. Putin of course will follow suit and we will be back to the bad old days. Make no mistake, these two leaders are dangerous men who lose no opportunity to boost their already inflated egos and are quite capable of pressing the button that will end in total destruction. Let us hope that wiser heads will prevail and these lunatics will not be allowed to bring the world to the brink again. I was hoping to say that we have moved on as a nation and that we are now more open to diversity than ever before.
The divorce and gay marriage referendums have shown that the people are more enlightened and I thought our politicians were too until I saw an article in one of the Sunday papers recently about plans the department of justice had to award some money to Joanne Hayes, the woman from Kerry who was wrongly accused of murdering her baby in 1984. She was treated badly by agents of the state who sought to make the crime fit a theory they had and they went so far as to persuade members of the Hayes family, simple country people, to admit to a crime they did not commit. I met Joanne during the trial in Dublin. I was playing in a place called Kitty O’Shea’s on Grand Canal Street at the time and she came in with her solicitor Patrick Mann one night. Patrick came from Abbeyfeale originally so we got chatting and he introduced me to Joanne who came across as a very shy, timid individual who was no more capable of murdering her own baby than I was. The trial fell apart when forensic evidence proved that the baby in question was not Joanne’s at all. The damage, however, had been done and she and her family have had to live with that ever since. A couple of Taoisigh and ministers for justice apologised over the years but, even though it was obvious that the police work in the case left much to be desired, nobody was held to account and no compensation was paid. Now the payment mooted comes with strings attached. A confidentiality clause will have to be signed also a waiver from taking any future action against the state. The payment is not an admission of liability on the government’s part and is not deemed to be compensation. It is the same old story; protect the institution at all costs. This is what happened when priests were found guilty by their bishops of sexual crimes against minors in their diocese. Instead of reporting them to the Gardaí immediately they were just moved on to different areas to continue with their abuses. Victims of crime were less important than the institution and now our politicians are acting in the very same manner. It is time to call a halt. Joanne Hayes should be paid compensation and the government should hold its hands up and admit that she and her family were treated very badly, without any conditions whatsoever. Forget about confidentiality clauses and the likes and don’t add insult to injury. That family have suffered enough..
On a brighter note. Valentine’s Day is almost upon us so the sales of flowers, chocolates and wine will soar. It is nice to get a gift but the best gift of all is love.
Kerryman North Edition, Thursday, July 21, 2005; Section: Kerryman Tralee
A very fit Micheál steps back from the chalkface
ON Monday Micheal O Ruaric retires as Vice Principal of Clounalour CBS — after 45 years of teaching, the bulk of which have been spent with the Tralee Christian Brothers.
It will come as a surprise to many to learn that Micheal is 65. He looks fresh and fit and his tall frame gives him the appearance of a younger man. And he probably would have liked to carry on. Because of the surplus of teachers, however, he like many others has to retire because he has reached the retiring age.
Micheal O Ruairc’s fame extends far beyond the classroom, although it was there that he was happiest and made many friends. A whole generation of boys who passed through the school will recall him. But to those who never sat in his classroom he was known as a prominent GAA man and a member of a number of cultural organisations in the town.
Appropriately, we tracked him down this week at Clounalour CBS where a football league final was being played in bright sunshine.
He presented the cup to the jubilant winners and made a speech. His wit appealed to the boys and they cheered him. Being with the youngsters will be something he will miss in retirement.
“I will miss being with young people,” he said. “I found teaching a very rewarding and satisfying job; one was surrounded by laughter to a certain extent.”
Micheal O Ruairc was born in Ardfert. Shortly afterwards his father was transferred to Farranfore where the family spent four years. They later moved to Tralee and spent some time living in James’ Street, before moving to Ballymullen.
Micheal was educated at Edward Street CBS and trained as a National Teacher in the De La Salle College, Waterford, from 1928 to 1930.
His first teaching post was at St Joseph’s Orphanage, Tralee, where he spent three months. He spent a short time sub-teaching at Rathmorrel NS, Ballyheigue. Here he was deputising for Mr Harry Connor, father of Fr. Fergal O’Connor.
In September, 1931, he was temporarily appointed to the teaching staff of Edward Street CBS. In January of the following year he was appointed permanently to the staff. At that time the monthly salary for a National Teacher was £12. Seven years later it had increased to £17.
“Teachers were not well paid in those day,” said Micheal. “Money, however, had value. It was a simple world in those days. We had peace and stability, we had just recovered from the recession after the First world War.” He recalled making a trip to Lourdes from Liverpool in 1938 and spending four nights in a good hotel. The total cost was £9!
As a youngster growing up in Tralee Micheal inevitably became interested in football. “We had to make our own fun in those days,” he said. “It was the era of the silent films and there was no great attraction in going to the cinema. There was a great emphasis in sport in those days and hurling and football were very popular. Young lads from the town spent a lot of time in the country in those days. Ballymullen was not actually joined to the town then.”
Micheal’s football career really began when he played for Edward Street CBS. In 1927 he won O’Sullivan Cup and Dunloe Cup medals with the school. He also played on the Munster Colleges team.
He was a member of the John Mitchel’s team from 1929 to 1939, during which time he won two county championship medals. He played for Kerry in the All-Ireland semi-finals of 1929 and ‘30. He was a member of the Munster team which was defeated by Leinster in the 1930 Railway cup final.
Micheal was chosen on the team for the 1930 semi-final in an unusual way. He was sitting in the stand watching a junior game when the then Secretary of the County Board, Jack McCarthy, approached him and said that some of the Dublin-based Kerry players had failed to turn up. Micheal was one of the last minute replacements!
“I borrowed a pair of boots from one of the junior players who was about my own size,” he recalled. “This kind of situation wouldn’t arise in modern times,” he said. “It just shows what a supreme GAA county Kerry was at the time. There was always a large selection of players.” Incidentally, he was a substitute on the 1930 team that defeated Monaghan in the final.
Reminiscing on his football contemporaries, Micheal listed off a galaxy of talent. John Joe Sheehy, Paul Russell, Con Brosnan, Bob Stack, Jackie Ryan, “a delightful footballer for a big man,” Miko Doyle, “one of the greats,” the Landers brothers ... the list seemed endless.
Micheal, who lives with his sister, Madeline, in Ballymullen, says that he has not given any thought as to how he will spend his retirement. “I would be going on annual holidays at this time of year anyway, so I have not really thought about it,” he said.
As a parting shot he said: “I have pleasant memories of the brothers and the lay teachers I worked with over the years, particularly the present teachers who made me a generous presentation at a farewell dinner in the Tralee Bay Hotel. He may have retired from teaching, but I think we are far from seeing the last of Micheal O Ruairc.
Miss Sandes in Wicklow
On a recent visit to Belfast, while flicking through a volume in a second-hand bookshop, I found myself looking at photographs of pre-World War I British army camps in Co Wicklow. The book, Enlisted, was the autobiography of Elise Sandes, a Kerrywoman who established a network of soldiers’ homes, and an organisation which survives to the present day.
Sandes was born in Tralee in 1851, and had a happy and conventionally religious upbringing.
FLORA SANDES; She was demobilised in October 1922, and found the transition to civilian life more difficult than becoming a solider: “It was like losing everything at one fell swoop, and trying to find bearings again in another life.”
J. McKenna's Memoirs
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to me Hi Jer, I attach an invitation to the launch of the memoirs at the Seanchaí next Wed.
Galway Books and famous boxer, died 1818 and old art Listowel teacher.
If you’re looking for some thoughtful, non-polemical insights about some of the craziness you see going on at college campuses, this episode is for you.
Listowel Racecourse and river 2018
Last Sunday through the rain they walked.
Approximately 10,000 people gathered for the largest Catholic procession in England since Pope John Paul II's visit to Britain in 1982. This was the culminating act of the 2018 Eucharistic Congress then taking place in Liverpool.
This was a Eucharistic procession with a difference though.
Prescription; “In 2015, the number of opioids prescribed was enough so that every American could be medicated around the clock for 3 weeks,” she said. “In addition to the number of prescriptions, the average day’s supply of prescription opioids increased from 2006 to 2015, from 13.3 days in 2006 to 17.7 days in 2015.”
– Joan Grogan.
In the townland of upper Athea near the boundary between Limerick & Kerry, Joan Grogan was born in a small house. As a girl she did not seem to be in any way different to others. She was gay and lively.
When a young woman she with other girls and boys were on their way to a wake. It was after night fall and the party came to a stream which they should cross.
DEATH of Sr. Augusta died aged 102 years March 2018
End of an Era? In ATHEA
By Domhnall de Barra
So sorry to hear that Rose in Brouder’s Shop is closing down this week. It is another nail in the coffin of the small shop in our community and a sign of the changing times in rural Ireland. There aren’t many places left where you can go in and buy your groceries over the counter and I’m afraid we are heading for the time when the “counter” will be but a memory. Talking of memories, the news brought to mind a time when I was young and the place was littered with shops, even out the country. There were a few in my area and they evoke different memories. Johanna (Pats) Woulfe had a shop just over the Cratloe road. It could be seen out our back window and I was often sent there as a child. I remember the smell of paraffin, or lamp oil as we called it, as you walked in the door. The barrel was kept it in a little shed by the house and it had a little tap on it. We would take our can, an oblong shape with a flat top and an opening with a screw on cork, and she would fill the can with a gallon of oil with the assistance of a funnel. For some reason there was always a bit of spillage; hence the smell of oil. For a youngster it was not easy to carry home as the can was heavy and a couple of ditches had to be negotiated as we always took the short cut through the fields. Oil was a vital commodity for the lamps which were the only source of light before electricity. Another item she kept was common soap. This came in a long block and Johanna would cut off as much as you wanted. It was terribly hard but was very good for the washing of clothes when used with a washboard. Another item in great demand was tobacco. In those days most of the men smoked pipes and bought their tobacco in quarter or half quarter pounds. Like the soap it also came in a block and the desired amount would be cut off. This then had to be prepared before it could be put into the pipe for smoking. A sharp penknife was essential to pare the tobacco in narrow strips into the palm of the hand. When there was a sufficient amount for a fill the penknife was put away and the slices were crushed between two palms until they were almost turned to dust. The filling of the pipe was also a trade in itself. Too loose and the flame would run through it and too tight and it would be impossible to draw the air through it. The old lads were experts at it and didn’t mind how long it took for the perfect fill. “Bendigo” was the most popular and sometimes the only tobacco available until the arrival of brands like “Clarke’s Perfect Plug”. Everything in the shop came in sacks, chests or boxes and had to be weighed and wrapped for the customer. The wrapping was usually brown paper tied with string that hung from a reel suspended from the ceiling. Things like sweets would be wrapped in what we called a “tóisín” (spelling probably wrong). It was a sheet of paper twisted into a cone shape with a twist at the bottom to seal it. Sweets could be bought by the penny worth. You could get three Bell’s toffee or six “Milseán Uí Gráda” or one “Peggy’s Leg” (a candy bar). It sounds cheap but in those days pennies were hard to come by. My grandmother would send me for ten Woodbines, a box of matches and a bar for myself and I would get a halfpenny change out of a shilling; happy days!
Johanna’s wasn’t the only shop around. There was one at the cross in Knocknasna owned by Jess Horan and there were two more, one each side of Cratloe creamery. Tommy and Peggy Leahy had one on the Athea side and Birdie Collins had one on the Abbeyfeale side. Collins’ shop closed when I was still young but Willy Healy, who worked at the creamery and was also a blacksmith, opened a shop just back the Abbeyfeale road at the crossroads. It was handy for people to do a bit of shopping when they went to the creamery but money seldom changed hands. A book was kept and accounts were settled at the end of the month when the creamery cheque came in. I can’t see Lidl, Aldi, Super Valu or Tesco operating a scheme like that!.
Things were beginning to change from the ’sixties on and, with more transport available, people began to do more shopping in towns. The closing of rural creameries was the last straw and one by one the small rural shops disappeared as they could not compete and found it difficult to make a living without the morning trade from the milk suppliers. I suppose it is easy for me to look back nostalgically at those days but time marches on and nothing stands still. Are we better off for all the progress or has the demise of the small shop taken away a valuable social as well as commercial outlet? The small shop was the centre of the community.
It is my fervent hope that Brouder’s shop won’t stay closed for long and that somebody will take it over. If not, our village will be all the poorer. Like the saying goes: “you’ll never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry”.
Limerick War 1
Paddy is going
The field work diaries of Conrad Arensberg and Solon Kimball in Clare 1930-36; stories for the present?
Dr Anne Byrne of NUI Galway will tell the story of the Harvard anthropologists Conrad Arensberg and Solon Kimball who came to Ireland in the 1930s to study rural communities in County Clare.
Writing about the Survey in 2001, Anne received a gift of five original social anthropology field work diaries. Sharing the gift again, she invites re/readings and new conversations on the unpublished diaries and archives querying their contemporary relevance.
Extracts from the diaries on farm and family life will be examined in this talk and you are invited to contribute your thoughts and ideas as we listen to the first hand observations of rural family life and farm work in Ireland in the 1930s.
The diaries and survey letters record the original voices of men, women, farm families, shopkeepers, priests, publicans and politicians with whom the anthropologists conferred. Arensberg’s diaries of his time in west Clare, namely Luogh, record the preoccupations of people, their work on the land, rearing, selling and buying cattle, conventions of marriage and inheritance, the dominance of religion and politics in conversation, the scarcity of money and the significance of ‘influence’ for procuring work.
Anne Byrne is a sociologist in NUI Galway (Political Science and Sociology) interested in how biographical stories and narratives of the past and present illuminate everyday struggles and moments of resilience in ordinary lives. With CLASP press in Clare Library, in 2001 she and Ricca Edmondson and Tony Varley, published a long essay on ‘Arensberg and Kimball and Anthropological Research in Ireland’ as part of the republication of the facsimile third edition of Family and Community in Ireland. Recent socio-biographical publications include with Colm Byrne, 2017, ‘Family Stories and Secret Keepers: Who is Maíre Bastable?’ in Sara Anne Buckley and Pat Dolan (eds) Family Histories of the Irish Revolution, Four Courts Press; 2017, ‘Epistolary research relations: correspondences in anthropological research - Arensberg, Kimball and the Harvard-Irish Survey 1930- 1936’ in O’Giollain, D. (ed), Irish Ethnologies, Notre Dame University Press; 2014, ‘Single Women in Story and Society’ In Inglis, T. (ed) Are the Irish Different? Manchester University Press; with Tanya Kovacic, 2014, ‘Those Letters Keep Me Going: tracing resilience processes in US soldier to sweet heart war correspondences, 1942-1945’ in Reid, H., and West, L., (eds) Constructing narratives of continuity and change: a transdisciplinary approach to researching learning lives, Routledge.
KDHS lectures are free to members, EUR5 for non-members. New members are welcome. The annual membership fee (July-June) is EUR20.
This essay was published in Irish Stories of Love and Hope, a book published to raise funds for The Irish Hospice
Loss in the Traveller Community
Dictated by Missy Collins
I lost my eldest son 25 years ago. He was killed in England. He was called Kieran, Kieran Collins. He was 13 at the time. My brother’s son was killed at the same time. He was 15, Michael. It was a month before my eight child was born. I’ll never forget the day; it was the 20th of June; it was a Sunday. He went out the door that morning along with a whole lot of his friends and Michael, his cousin, with him. About three o’clock that day (It was a lovely warm day) I seen the policeman approaching our house. Me and my husband, we asked him what’s wrong and he said, “Have ye got a son called Kieran?”. I says,’yeah”. He says;” Will you come inside?” We were at the front of the house. He told us, he says, ”He’s dead.”
I didn’t know what happened. I remember my husband roaring, but I passed out and ended up in the neighbours house next door. I remember coming’ round after someone giving me brandy on a spoon. My husband was going over to my brother’s house who lived a few streets away and they were roarin after their son being killed. Their youngest, my eldest. We brought them home to Ireland to bury them., the two were buried together. I suppose at that time and I suppose up to this present day, I never really got over it and I never will because, put it this way, it hits me every day of the week but especially at Christmas and birthdays. I still have to go and visit his grave regular. I even came home from England. I have to chat with him. I love to look after the grave.
How did I cope? I was a stronger woman at the time and had other children. I knew I had to keep going for them. Me faith helped me a lot. I went to healing places and shrines and prayed to God to give me strength to look after my family. I could not look at his picture. I loved to, but couldn’t for at least 14 years. Then I eventually started looking at his picture. Doctors wanted to give me sleeping tablets for my nerves, but my mother said, ”Don’t start taking them, Missy because you’ll have to come to terms.” I don’t think I ever came to terms but that my own family and extended family kept me going. My husband never came to terms with it. He couldn’t visit the grave and walked away from it crying. I lost him five years ago. We were very close and the rest of me family were very close to their Daddy. We are not the same since that happened either, the support is gone, the boys were very attached to him and the girls as well. I think all that keeps us going is the graves, both of them are buried together. We go and fix the graves. We’re a very lonely family.
Just to say anyone that loses a family member is never the same again. There’s a part of the family missing. Time heals a bit but you never forget.
e Miseries and Beauties of Ireland
Author: Jonathan Binns
Jonathan Binns, The Miseries and Beauties of Ireland (London 1837). (Available on www.archive.org).
Tarbert — Noticeable objects on the Shannon — Mount Trenchard — Droves of fattened pigs detained by the storm — View from near Tarbert House — Trade of Tarbert — State of the people in Lower Conello — Cabins, fuel, and clothing — Emigration — Middlemen — Prices of provisions — Blood of calves — Revengeful feelings of the peasantry, connected with the taking of land — Cabins — Conacre — The golden vein — Rent of land about Tarbert — Fuel — Mr. Maxwell Blacker — Lislactin Abbey — Listowel — Catholic devotees — Irish fights — Lixna Castle — Sir William Petty — Abbey O'Dorney — Tralee — The funeral cry — Ballyseedy — James O'Connell's estate — Castle Island — Arrival at Killarney.
From Limerick I went by steamer down the Shannon as far as Tarbert (situated at the north western corner of the county of Limerick), a distance of thirty-six miles, the fare being three shillings. After leaving the former place, the river gradually expands into a magnificent stream, its banks abounding with modern villas, old castles, and a variety of interesting objects that demand
Travels in Ireland. Johann Georg Kohl First edition [xii+417 pages] Bruce and Wyld, 84 Farringdon St. London (1844)
Travels in Ireland
Author: Johann Georg Kohl, File Description
The Lakes of Killarney
‘To pick up’—Crime in Kerry—Fog-landscape—Travelling Mania—Killarney—the Upper and Lower Lakes—Environs of the Lakes—The Gap of Dunloe—Macgillicuddy's Reeks—Kerry Horses and Straw Harness—Turf-bog on the Mountains—Goats and Wolves—Lakes on the Mountains—Mountain Dew—Rounded Rocks—Excursion on the Upper Lake—An Enchanted Kingdom—Colour of the Shores—Islands in the Upper Lake—Robbing the Eagle's Nest—Tamed Eagles—Faithful Temperance Men—The Lower Lake—O'Donaghue—Innisfail—Trees and Ruins—Trouble in Vain
Lets get Limerick (Ireland) talking about mental health this May.
Can your parish or local group be part of the conversation?? What would it be like to offer green ribbons after Mass on Sunday this May?
See Change, the National Stigma Reduction Partnership are rolling out a month long national Green Ribbon Campaign to get people talking openly about mental health problems in May 2017
More than 500,000 green ribbons will be distributed nationwide free of charge to spark a national conversation about mental health in boardrooms, break-rooms, chat rooms, clubhouses, arts venues, college campuses and around kitchen tables throughout Ireland. Our aim is to make the month of May every year synonymous with promoting open conversation of mental health and challenging the stigma of mental health problems.
You don’t need to be an expert to start talking about mental health or have all the answers. Sometimes the most helpful thing you can do is to let someone know that you are there for them and simply listen.
Talk, but listen too: Simply being there will mean a lot.
Take your lead from the person: As a first step, ask them how best you can help.
Avoid the clichés: Phrases like ‘Cheer up’, ‘I’m sure it’ll pass’ and ‘Pull yourself together’ definitely won’t help - Being open minded, non-judgemental and listening will.
Keep in touch: There are lots of small ways of showing support - Send a text or just ask someone how they are doing.
Don’t just talk about mental health: Just be yourself, chat about everyday things as well.
Contact See Change The National Stigma Reduction Partnership: E: email@example.com T: 086 0496311
See Change is a growing partnership of 90 Irish organisations, volunteers and ambassadors working together to change attitudes and behaviours to mental health problems and end stigma.
My wife and I were watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”
while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?''No,' she answered.I then said, 'Is that your final answer?' She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started...
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?" "Nah, she can order for herself" And that's when the fight started....
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging
his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table. I asked her, "Do you know him?” "Yes", she sighed, "He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?” And then the fight started...
My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?” I said, "Dust.” And then the fight started...
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our forthcoming anniversary. She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 225 in about 2 seconds.” I bought her bathroom scales. And then the fight started......
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me", and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have got disability too." And then the fight started...
My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment." I replied, "Your eyesight's perfect."
And then the fight started........
I rear-ended a car this morning ... the start of a REALLY bad day! The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!! He looked up at me and said "I am NOT happy!"
So I said, "Well, which one ARE you then?"That's how the fight started.
On the Lighter Side
Domhnall de Barra
I am fed up with politics and politicians and the constant bickering and silly point-scoring by those we have chosen to run the country for us so, this week, I am not going to go on my usual rant and instead I hope to bring a little amusement to this column.
Going back a good few years there was a man born to Irish parents in New York. His father was a policeman and worked long hours in a dangerous environment for modest pay. His grandfather had come to America from Tipperary and had worked on the building of the great railroads in even tougher times. Mick Moloney was very clever and figured that the country now owed him a living and he was determined not to follow in his father’s or grandfather’s footsteps. He was a great charmer and very soon got street wise. He soon became a con artist and lived on his wits until one day he was nearly caught and decided he had to find something better. He was watching a programme on TV one day, a documentary on psychiatry. He was amazed at how little the psychiatrist had to do to earn big money so he decided there and then that this was his ticket to riches. One small problem was the fact that he had no qualifications. This was soon solved by acquiring a false set of papers from one of his friends in the underworld. He couldn’t operate in New York where people knew him so he upped sticks and headed for Chicago. He rented rooms in a fashionable area, put a brass plate on his door displaying his false credentials and put an ad in the local newspaper that read: “Dr. Moloney, cures for all psychological ailments. Fee $50 per ailment” Word soon got around and business was good. In most cases all he had to do was listen and turn on the charm and people left feeling better. Three lads from New York were visiting Chicago and saw Mick’s photo in the paper. They recognised him at once and, knowing he was a fake decided to have a little fun with him. One of them was unknown to him so he was deputised to go to the “doctor’s” rooms with three complaints that could not be cured. John was the man’s name and he arrived at the door of the clinic and knocked. It was just after normal hours so a maid who answered the door told him he was late and to make an appointment. John informed her that he had not one but three complaints and that it would be worth the doctor’s time if he could cure him. After a brief wait he was shown into a well furnished room and was invited to sit in a very comfortable chair. “What seems to be the problem?” asked Mick. “I have three” John replied. “I can’t tell the truth, I can’t eat and I can’t remember anything”. Mick looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments and then rose and left the room. He quickly went upstairs where there was a cat’s litter. He got a tea spoon and filled it with cat’s shit and returned to the room below. “Open your mouth” he said and shoved the spoonful in. John grimaced and gagged a bit but eventually swallowed it. When he had regained his composure, the doctor asked him “what did that taste like”. “That tasted like shit,” he said. “That is correct” said Mick, “that is the truth and that is your first problem solved. As for your second problem, well, the man who can eat shit can eat anything and as for your third problem about not being able to remember; I guarantee you that, as long as you live, you will never forget the day you ate cat’s shit. $150 please”.
A priest came to a new parish and as he was out walking one day he came upon a man who was looking distressed and in some trouble. The priest asked him what was wrong and he told him that he was convinced his wife was trying to poison him. The priest thought he was exaggerating but the man insisted that he knew she was putting stuff in his food. The priest said nobody could be that bad and he said he would go and see the woman for himself and try and sort it out. The man told him where his house was and he promised to wait there until he returned. About 40 minutes later the priest returned. A great change had come over him. There was a stare in his eyes and his hair that was always neatly combed was now all over the place. “Did you meet her” asked the man. “Did I meet her”, said the priest, “I have never before in my life met anybody like her. I could barely get a word in edgeways from the time she opened the door to me and some of the things she said to me are unrepeatable.” Well” said the poor man, “having seen for yourself what she is like, what would you advise me to do?” The priest looked at him for a minute and then replied; “I have only one piece of advice for you – TAKE THE POISON!!”
RETIREMENT: Just came across these few lines about retirement which give us the ‘10 best things about it’
Not having to wake up to an alarm
No rush hour traffic
Spending enough time outdoors
Having ‘entire’ days to yourself.
Keeping the house & garden in good order.
Having time to read the books you want.
Going for a day out mid-week.
Sitting in the garden when the sun shines
Having at least one hobby.
Turning your hand to gardening.
Indeed things to look forward to!
Holy Thursday Knockanure Hymns 2017
TEL AVIV (JTA) – At a Shabbat service in Tel Aviv on Friday evening, congregants recited the mourner’s prayer for those killed in Syria’s civil war.
Freeman's Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1932) Sat 29 Apr 1876 Page 5
A Memorable Scene After a day of feverish anxiety as the chill wintry clouds closed in, and the members were assembling, College Green became covered with a sea of upturned faces, lit by
the flicker of a thousand torches — by the flashing of a thousand emotions. Many were
the comments, grave and gay. of praise and scorn:— 'Come Mr. M — , you were paid this morning ; give us a tenpenny bit to drink your health.' ' Success to you, my Lord E— . It was you made the good bargain, it’s a credit to us all, you did not sell your country too cheap, Three cheers for Sir William, boys ; he bargained to be a lord when there's to be no lords at all.' Here's Harry D — G— , boys. How much did they mark on your brief, Harry ?' Castlereagh was almost shielded from popular scorn
by the superb beauty of his wife : but when Lord Clare appeared, many a fist was clenched, and groans were changed to cheers, wild, loud, and high as Plunkett reared his head, and glorious little Curran flashed his
Solo In South Sudan, By Helena Quinn
Posted on September 3, 2013
I found this in my purse when packing yesterday. I don’t know where it came from but I expect I found it once upon a time in my grandmothers things. I don’t know the context or which paper it appeared in. By the time my dad was 21 he had already served one tour of duty in Katanga Province in the Congo, had been involved in the Siege of Jadotville and spend a number of months as a hostage held by Katanga rebels. I think when this note was written, he would have been preparing for his second tour in the Congo.
I am thinking of him now and how different our journeys into Africa are. Aside from the purpose, I am aboard a very comfortable BA flight on what will be a journey of just over 8 hours. When Dad first went to the Congo, the journey was 13 hours with 120 or so other men in a military personnel carrier. I will have lunch served soon, he was given a plastic bag with a sandwich and some fruit for sustinence. He was wearing a bulls wool uniform, I have clothes suitable for the terrain which employ the latest technologies to keep me cool when I need to be cool and warm when I need to be warm. To combat malaria Dad took one quinine tablet each week. I have two months supply of very expensive and effective Malerone which taken daily will prevent my getting the dreaded disease.
As my dad loves to remind me “I don’t know how easy I have it!!”
FILM: THE SIEGE OF JADOTVILLE AT GLÓRACH: Through the very kind assistance of Helena Quinn, we look forward to showing the film The Siege of Jadotville on Saturday evening, October 29. The siege took place during the United Nations intervention in the Katanga conflict in the Congo in 1961, and saw a small group of Irish peacemakers bravely holding out for as long as they could in the face of Katangan rebels who had a vastly superior numerical advantage. Helena's father Tadhg was a corporal in that company and we will be having a question and answer session with Tadhg after the screening of the film. The film has received critical acclaim, but most importantly has been given the thumbs up from the surviving veterans of the siege. We hope to raise funds for both the Glórach Community Theatre and also for Fr. Tim Galvin's missionary work in Sudan, where Helena has volunteered in recent years. Doors open at 7.30 pm and the film will begin at 8. At the time of writing there are just 30 seats left so so booking is essential at 0871383940 to avoid disappointment. Keep an eye on the Glórach Facebook page for further updates.
Dennis Sullivan and Mary Sullivan Sullivan
102 Pioneer Irish of Onondaga
Dennis Sullivan and his wife, Mary Sullivan
Sullivan, came to Syracuse from Killarney, County
Kerry, in 1836. They came here to improve their
fortunes, leaving behind them the life of the far-
mer. Dennis found his first work packing salt,
for which he received the standard price of three
cents a barrel, earning about seventy-five cents a
day. After three or four years he was appointed
sexton of Rose Hill Cemetery, and had charge of
the "pest" house on Highland Street, where the
victims of small-pox were housed. Dr. Pease was
then health officer. For five years he worked as
sexton and superintendent and then lost his job
because of the enmity of a man who hated his race
and did not want an Irishman to be above his
grave. The man's name, strangely enough, was
Dennis Sullivan then bought a farm near Split
Rock and lived there two years. Returning to
the city he bought a horse and cart and spent
twenty years in carting. He drove the same
horse for the whole period of twenty years, surely
a record and a proof of his humanity.
Welcome as a mother's arms to a sick child is
his native land to the suffering man. In his ill-
ness exile becomes a distressing circumstance.
Thomas Griffin and his wife, Ellen Lynch, and
their nine children came to Syracuse from Tralee,
County Kerry, in 1846. After several years
Thomas fell sick, and in his misery vowed a vow
that he would return to the land of his fathers.
He kept his vow in 1852 but, later, returned to
Syracuse with children and grandchildren. Two
sons, John and James, remained in Liverpool,
England, one son, Thomas, went South. His
daughter Mary married John, son of John and
Margaret Gallavan McDonald of Tralee, and came
with him to Syracuse. The other children who
reached maturity are Bridget, Michael, and Ellen.
Thomas Griffin was a grocer in Tralee, but here
he engaged in the clothing business at the corner of
Clinton and Water Streets. Some of his patron-
age was from travellers on the packet-boat.
One day two Irish boys boimd for the west were
put ashore at the packet-dock to die victims of
ship fever. Father Heas came to administer the
last rites of the Church. There was no shelter
for the unfortunates, for no one dared to receive
them. Thomas McManus as messenger for the
priest found Thomas Griffin ready to construct a
shed in the rear of his premises for the reception
of the dying youths.
Patrick Griffin left his home in Ballylongfort,
County Kerry, to board a man-of-war, the
Rodney, in 1846. With 11 00 men it sailed the
Mediterranean, stopping at many ports, on to
Alexandria. One day they passed a vessel bear-
ing Pope Pius the Ninth and gave him the royal
salute of twenty-one guns. Returning to the At-
lantic, the cruise was along the west coast of
Africa to Cape of Good Hope and thence to Ports-
mouth. Here Patrick was paid off for two years
and nine months of service and with the money
came to America. First he revisited his home and
saw the dreadful effects of the famine. Many of
his friends were dead.
In Syracuse he for the first time in his life was
sick. The prevalent fever and ague quenched his
desire for further travel. His first work was as
porter in the Brintnell Hotel. There were then
only two houses on Onondaga Street and one or
two on Fayette and nothing but swamp and fields
between the two streets.
WILLIAM TOBIN was in Otisco before 1850.
He was the son of John and Mary Hickey
Tobin, parish of Castle Island, County Kerry.
The other children of the family came to Otisco
after William. They are: William, who married
Mary McGuire; Mary, who married John Long;
John, who married Ann Sullivan; Richard, who
married Joanna Kinney; Patrick, who married
Ellen Ready ; Julia, who married Patrick Kinsella ;
and Cornelius, who married Martha McGuire.
The children of Richard and Joanna Kinney
Tobin are: Mary, who married Michael Lucid;
Sarah, who married Dennis Curtin. Their other
children are Julia, Ellen, James, John, Bessie, and
Kate, the four first of whom went to California.
38 Pioneer Irish of Onondaga
James Lynch was the son of Cornelius and Jo-
anna Dooling Lynch of Tralee, County Kerry,
Ireland. Originally from the city of Dublin,
Cornelius Lynch married and settled among the
relatives of his wife in Kerry. Their sons, James
and John, both came to Onondaga County.
John Lynch, son of Cornehus and Joanna Dool-
ing Lynch, of County Kerry, Ireland, came to
Sahna in 1833, where his brother James had been
estabUshed since 1824. John had married Mary,
the daughter of Dennis Scanlon of County Kerry,
and they had brought with them from Ireland their
eight children. One child was born on board ship
and the youngest was born after they had taken
up their residence on a farm in Dewitt. There
William Fitzsimmons, a native of Limerick, Ireland.
Her two sons, William and Robert Walton Ealden,
served in the I22d Regiment, N. Y. Vol. Inf., in the
Civil War. Robert was nineteen years old when
he enlisted, begging to be allowed to go with his
brother. Both contracted consumption, William
by swimming the Potomac to save some army
records and becoming chilled. He died in Los
Angeles. Most of the Fitzsimmons children
located in California.
T. E. Cheney. From a Forest to a City.
Patrick Shaunessy and his wife, Mary Bustin,
came from Stone Hall, County Limerick, to
Syracuse about 1830. They had married very
young and Patrick was eager to come to America
when the boys of his neighborhood made up a
party to emigrate. He had paid his pound
sterling as guarantee, but his mother insisted that
he forfeit the deposit and wait until his family
could come with him. The boys who sailed
went down with the ship.
Michael Leyden, from whose note-book the above
extracts were taken, came to this country, from
Ennis, County Clare, Ireland, bringing with him
his wife, Anna Walton, daughter of Thomas, and
their five children, John, Michael, Jr., Mary,
George, and Anna.
The note-book above shows that he left Limerick April I, 1824, and reached New York May
7th, and May i8th left New York, paying eleven
dollars for their passage to Manlius. He evidently
came on to Salina and made various payments to
It was early in the War of Independence that
John Walsh of Skaneateles enlisted and his
service lasted until peace was declared. In 1775
he enlisted in Col. Paul Dudley Loyrant's regiment,
in Captain William Scott's company, and served
E. N. Leslie.
Stack Salina 13
Thomas was the son of Thomas and Elizabeth
Stack McCarthy and when a boy about fourteen,
according to the custom of the country, he was
bound out until he was twenty-one. He went
to Dublin and there learned the draper's trade,
which he and his descendants exercised for more
than a century in this County. Under the condi-
tions of apprenticeship in Dublin, the apprentice
entered the family of his employer and worked in
the latter's shop, for which privileges the appren-
tice's father paid the employer a certain number of
pounds sterling a year. Whether it was the father
or step-father of Thomas who paid the fees, the
term of apprenticeship had not expired when his
mother came to America. When at last he was
free he invested his savings in merchandise and
with his brother John came to join his mother.
John settled in Canada and Thomas at Salt
W. W. Clayton says:
The nucleus of the present church of the Immacu-
late Conception was formed by several families resid-
ing at Fayetteville and Manlius Square from 1846-
1855. Among these may be mentioned John Farrell,
John McCarrick, John O'Brien, and Jeremiah Bohan
of the former place, and Edward Gaynor, John Sheedy,
Patrick Holland, Timothy Holland, John Shea, Patrick
Tobin, William Griffin, John Kennelly, Patrick
Maloney, Michael Foley, Thomas Flattery, and others
residing at Manlius Square.
Church Clark writes^:
Church of St. John the Baptist
In 1829 St. John's Roman Catholic Church in the
village of Salina was commenced and enclosed by the
exertions of Thomas McCarthy and James Lynch and
a few other Roman Catholics and the liberal donations
of their Protestant fellow-citizens in the villages of
Salina and Syracuse, and by collections made by said
McCarthy and Lynch from their friends in Utica,
Albany, and New York. Rt. Rev. John DuBois was
then bishop of the diocese of New York, and for the
two succeeding years the congregation being small was
visited by clergymen only once a month. Rev.
Francis O'Donohue, Rev. James O'Donnell, Rev.
Haes, and Rev. Cummings are the priests (Irish) who
have had charge there.
“If things can go wrong, they will”. That is Murphy’s law and though it is a very pessimistic view what may happen it is occasionally correct. I was reminded of this the other day when I came across an old edition of Treoir, the Comhaltas magazine, that contained an article on a Tour of America I was involved in way back in 1973. I think this was only our second visit to the North American continent and for the first time we were to visit venues in Canada. Our first hiccup occurred at the Canadian border. It was the custom at the time to bring records and tapes of the artists for sale at the interval. This was a good money-spinner and we had no problem with customs in New York because one of the Comhaltas members worked there and, as long as we declared them as presents for the families who would act as hosts to the travelling musicians, singers and dancers, they were allowed through. Not so at the Canadian customs. The big trolley of goods was halted and our leader, Diarmuid O Catháin, was trying to explain the situation here. He told the official that they were presents for the host families as each case was taken off and opened. In fairness we would need to have been staying for six months to get rid of all the goods! Eventually the official put his hands in the air and shouted to his fellow officials who were nearby: “Hey guys, come on over; we got Santa Claus here” the place erupted in laughter and after we all had time to recover we were allowed through on payment of a small fine. Our next clanger was that afternoon in Montreal. We had a matinee performance in Leo’s Boy’s Club, a club set up to cater for underprivileged youths. We always began our concerts with the Irish and American anthems and, not realising the fact that we were in a different country and a city that is anti-American, we played the Soldier’s Song followed by the “Star Spangled Banner”. We were greeted by silence at first, closely followed by boos. Talk about egg on your face!. Eventually, after profuse apologies, we continued with the concert and won the crowd over before the interval by promising free gifts to all. As musical director, it was my job to get things right for the main concert that night. I went down town and found a music shop. They supplied me with the score of “O Canada”, one of the nicest anthems. A few quick rehearsals and we opened that night as if we had been playing it all our lives.
On that same tour we had two lady singers who could pass anything except a sweet shop. We had been through Canada and were at the airport in Ottawa ready to go back to Montreal for the final appearance in the country. Our flight was called and we made our way to the gate. All were accounted for except the two ladies. No mobile phones in those days so we couldn’t contact them. They didn’t make the flight. I had to make arrangements to fly them out on the next available flight and of course I had to stay with them to ensure they got on ok. I found the two of them filling their faces in a café, oblivious to the time. Eventually our flight took off. It was bound for Paris but was touching down in Montreal. The girls did not know this and when the captain announced, soon after we were airborne, that we were on board the flight to Paris, they panicked. One of them stood up and shouted “stop the plane, I can’t go to Paris, I have to be at a concert in Montreal tonight”. Needless to say this provided light entertainment for the flight attendants and the other passengers. I managed to calm them down and we eventually arrived, just in time to go on stage. That was our first visit to Canada, one I certainly will never forget, for all the wrong reasons.
Domhnall de Barra
ZIKA virus has spread to 20 countries in Latin America and the Caribbean, and five governments have reacted to the news by advising women to avoid pregnancy until the epidemic has been controlled, perhaps for several years. Brazil’s ministry of health announced on Thursday that it is investigating 3,670 reported cases of microcephaly. Thus far, it has confirmed the condition in 404 infants — with just 17 of these cases linked to the Zika virus — and found that 709 infants do not have the condition.
WELSH WAR 1; For many of the men who returned home after 1918 (and around seven out of eight servicemen did return alive) their experiences of life beyond their home patch had changed their outlook, and they had difficulty going back to their previous way of life. They had gained knowledge of the outside world, perhaps lost their innocence, and it was tricky to try to put the genie back into the bottle.
SMALL FEET ARE IMPORTANT Women of China Still Consider Them ■ Sign of Beauty and Culture.
Mariposa Gazette, Volume LVI, Number 40, 25 February 1911
"All the Chinese ladles of superior rank, and even those of the middle class, will strive by every means in their power to make their feet small," said Rev. Father Martin Kennelly, (a native of Listowel) If the women did not have small feet, continued the missionary, who has spent 25 years preaching the Gospel to the Orientals, "they would find it most difficult to secure a husband. From a long standing custom In China small feet are signs of culture, refinement. education and beauty." Father Kennelly has been attached to the Jesuit mission in Shanghai for a quarter of a century, and Is the only Catholic priest from an English speaking country in the Shanghai province, and one of the ten In all of China, the vast majority of Catholic priests in the empire coming from European countries. In America," said the missionary, "where woman occupies so Important a position In society, it is hard to realise the true state of affairs In China. A Chinese wife has little or no standing In society, and even but little authority in her own family, as her jurisdiction Is confined to the daughters who are less than eight years of age. Girls are considered of no account In the family, and at their marriage they are separated from their own family forever and become merged Into that of their husband, "When a marriage Is to take place the husband gives a dowry to the wife, which Is almost the same as a purchase of the woman for so much money. The girls were considered of so little importance that It Is only within the last five years that the Chinese could be prevailed upon to allow them to be educated. This is a great step forward, as at present the government and the missions are educating the women."
Mary Schackion,Co. Kerry. Admitted to New York City Alms House, 18th May 1864.
Mary was a 28-year-old single woman when she was admitted. Her mother had been from Kerry, while her father was a Co. Clare carpenter. Mary was unable to read or write and had worked as a domestic. The cause of her dependence was rheumatism, from which it was felt she was unlikely to recover.
Catherine Brown, Aghada?, Co. Cork. Admitted to Kings County Alms House, 1865.
Catherine was 50-years-old and widowed when admitted. She had been in New York for 8 years. Her father was recorded as being a farmer from Co. Limerick. She was unable to read or write and was a housekeeper by profession. She had one child. Her cause of dependence was described as resulting from old age and destitution. It was determined that she would remain a dependent.
James O’Rourke, Co. Limerick. Admitted to Albany City Alms House, 7th June 1861.
James was recorded as a 40 year-old widower when he was admitted. He had spent his working life as a tailor, and in 1861 had one surviving child. His father in Limerick had been a farmer; James had received some education as he was able to read and write. The cause of his dependence was recorded as insanity, from which it was felt he would not recover. Despite this it was still felt that he may be able to do some farm work in the future. It was said that his ‘insanity is supposed to have been cause in this case by excessive drinking. Is very violent at times exacting much of the attendants time to keep him quiet. Is not unclean in person or habits. It cannot be learned that any other member of the family were insane.’
James O’Harra, Co. Limerick. Admitted to Monroe County Poor House, 14th June 1863.
James was a 40-year-old married man when he was admitted. He was a laborer, as his father had been before him. He could read but not write and had never become a naturalized citizen. The cause of his dependence was recorded as a ‘rupture.’ He was thought able for light farm work, but the potential for his recovery was deemed improbable. It was noted that ‘J. O. Harra is a chronic pauper. He is husband to No. 34′ [suggesting his wife was also in the Poor House].
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Between 1901 and 2013, the Nobel Prize has been awarded to approximately 855 laureates.
At least 193 (22%) of them have been Jewish.
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John Pridmore, The Presbytery, Gowel, Carrick on Shannon, Co. Leitrim
born in the east end of London. At the age of 10, his parents got divorced and he made an unconscious decision not to love any more.
At the age of 13, started stealing. By 15 put in a detention centre (youth prison), left home after having been released, my only qualification was stealing, so that's what he did. At 19 in prison again and because the way he dealt with pain was with anger, was always fighting. They put him on 23 hour solitary confinement and came out of there even more angry and bitter.
He had Money, power, girls, drugs the lot. But yet there was something missing.
His life began to change and began working with at risk youth .
More at http://johnpridmore.yolasite.com/about-me.php
“We need a 21st-century definition of cancer instead of a 19th-century definition of cancer, which is what we’ve been using,” said Dr. Otis W. Brawley, the chief medical officer for the American Cancer Society, who was not directly involved in the report.
The impetus behind the call for change is a growing concern among doctors, scientists and patient advocates that hundreds of thousands of men and women are undergoing needless and sometimes disfiguring and harmful treatments for premalignant and cancerous lesions that are so slow growing they are unlikely to ever cause harm.
More than 40 percent of established practices studied were found to be ineffective or harmful, 38 percent beneficial, and the remaining 22 percent unknown. Among the practices found to be ineffective or harmful were the routine use of hormone therapy in postmenopausal women; high-dose chemotherapy and stem cell transplant, a complex and expensive treatment for breast cancer that was found to be no better than conventional chemotherapy; and intensive glucose lowering in Type 2 diabetes patients in intensive care, which not only failed to reduce cardiovascular events but actually increased mortality.
, PepsiCo’s VP of Global Public Policy, Paul Boykas stated that “Senomyx will not use HEK cells or any other tissues or cell lines derived from human embryos or fetuses for research performed on behalf of PepsiCo.”
Tom Nestor born Coolcappa, He now lives in Birr County Offaly has donated his papers to the University of Limerick. The material is contained in 110 files and covers the years from 1964 to 2012. he is a regular contributor to Ireland’s Own Magazine
O’Brien Press is launching a series of 16 books documenting the lives of the 16 men who were executed for their part in the Easter Rising of 1916. At present 3 of the books are on sale James Connolly, Joseph Plunkett, and Michael Mallin.
Back to Life
by HHAmbrose on Mar 25, 2012 • 8:54 am
March 25, 2012
I had to drive about 10 miles to a hospital where there was an emergency call.
I drove quickly, thinking that the nurse in charge of the ER, Anne, would be waiting for me. I knew her and her husband and children from the parish. When I walked in I could see paramedics at the foot of the only occupied gurney there, so I hurried and walked in. “Sorry, Fr. John, you’re too late. He’s gone.” Anne said, smiling. She had a lot of compassion, but also understood that I’d come as fast as I could. They were removing wires from an older man. I noticed that he was wearing a Brown Scapular, one of the old cloth ones. I reached and said “He’s wearing an old fashioned Scapular”. When I touched it there was a beep from a monitor, then another. The nurse, Anne, said “What did you do?” I said “Nothing!” She and another nurse jumped to work, reconnecting wires and calling for help. The Paramedics stood with their jaws dropped. The patient opened his eyes and said (in an Irish accent) “Oh, good, Father. I’ve been waiting for you. I want to go to Confession.” I nearly fell over. I’d done nothing but seen and touched his Scapular. The next thing I knew they were working on him. He didn’t get to go to Confession, but I gave him an emergency absolution as they worked. One of the Paramedics asked if I was OK and sat me in a chair.
A couple of weeks later the man came to me for Confession and told me that the doctor couldn’t figure out what happened and had to tear up the Death Certificate he’d already started to fill out. The Paramedics had come to see him in the hospital and shown him their notes. At the bottom of the page they’d written the time and place of his death and then in big bold letters had added “BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE BY GOD”.
Miracles still happen. And no, I didn’t do it. It just happened according to God’s will. Why does He intervene in some cases and not in others? I really don’t know. I haven’t figured that out yet. But I do know that God has worked miracles in my life, the most important for me not being what He did for someone else, but what He has done over and over to bring me back from sin and death, through the Sacraments into His Covenant Relationship.
That man still had to die a natural death to be raised from the dead into eternal life. The resurrection Jesus offers all of us is eternal too. And that’s what we look forward to at Easter.
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Much of what I learned in school about St. Patrick has no basis in history, writes Sean Sean McDonagh.
He did not come to Ireland in 432 AD, with papal approval to convert the Irish. We know from Prosper’s Chronicles that Palladius was ordained by Pope Celestine in 431 AD and was sent “as the first bishop, to the Irish who believe in Christ.” He probably arrived in Ireland in 432 AD.
Legend tells us that Patrick banished the snakes from Ireland. In fact, the absence of snakes was as a result of our island geography. Reptiles were not able to cross over the land bridge from Britain at the end of the last ice-age.
There is no historical evidence for the claim that St. Patrick converted the High King of Ireland at Tara and used the shamrock as a catechetical tool to explain the doctrine of the Trinity to the king and his retinue.
Finally, the parade which now is such a central element in current St. Patrick’s Day celebrations around the world owes it origins to the Irish Americans in New York. According to The New York Gazette the first parade took place in 1756.
So, should we decommission St. Patrick and send him into the saints’ limbo with Sts. George, Philomena and Christopher?
Not at all, St. Patrick has left us two wonderful documents, his Confessio and his Letter to Coroticus. The issues which are discussed in those two documents are as relevant to the well-being of the Church in Ireland as they were when Patrick wrote them in the 5th century.
In order to understand the cultural journey which St. Patrick undertook, it is important to situate him in his own historical milieu. He tells us in the first paragraph of his Confessio that his father, Calpornius, was a deacon and his grandfather, Potitus was a priest. His family were quite well off as they possessed a country seat.
As he grew up, Patrick would have imbibed the attitudes of Roman citizens towards barbarians. Roman rule extended from the foothills of Scotland, through western European and North Africa over into Asia Minor and as far east and south as Persia. Roman citizens believed that their empire stood at the apex of human achievements. Despite the violence which was often used to extend the boundaries, Romans believed that their empire had brought peace and prosperity to the known world.
One of the great tools in achieving this flowering of human endeavour was the city of Rome itself and other Roman cities across the Empire. Barbarians did not have cities and they were utterly depraved. The extent of this depravity is given to us in lured details by the Strabo a geographer and historian (64 BC -21 AC). He described the Irish as “more savage than the Britons, since they are man-eaters as well as heavy eaters, and since, further, they count it an honourable thing, when their fathers die, to devour them, and openly to have intercourse, not only with other women, but also with their mothers and sisters.”
Many of the senior Church leaders in Briton, who were criticising Patrick’s mission among the Irish, would have shared similar views about the Irish. For them the Irish needed to be civilised first by taking on the Roman values, before being Christianised.
In the very first line of the Confessio, which was written partly as a response to these charges, Patrick rejects this caricature and identifies himself with the Irish. He writes,” I am Patrick, a sinner, most unlearned, the least of all faithful and utterly despised by many.” The Latin word which he uses is rusticissimus, which is the word Romans would have used to dismiss Barbarians. Even though Patrick was kidnapped and enslaved by Irish people, he did not see them as murderous barbarians. In fact, he was grateful for what happened, because it was during his times in Ireland that he recovered his faith and developed a prayer life which sustained him throughout the rest of his life. In his writings Patrick refers to the Irish as the plebs Dei or the people of God. Their conversion has been so profound that “the sons and daughters of the kings of the Irish are seen to be monks and virgins.”
Patrick’s detractors accused him of not being worthy to be a missionary to the Irish. Rather than deny the charge, Patrick points to a similar criticism made
about St. Paul by the Corinthians (I Cor. 2: 1-5). Like Paul he came in weakness and did not use plausible words of wisdom, but he relied on the Holy Spirit, in order that their faith might not rest on human wisdom but on the power of God. We thank God for that faith and I wish you beannachtaí Lá Fhéile Pádraig oraibh go léir (May the blessings of St. Patrick’s Day be upon all of you).
Lima Dec 2011 school teacher from Kerry
My work in Manuel Duato School, 35 years old this year.
Overall it’s a happy place, though from a western perspective, somewhat disorganised. The children are loved and the work gets done. I have been working mostly with a group of nine children - Jemina, Cristhian, Emmanuel, Jean Carlos, Estrella, Anthony, Yuyita, Tifany and Rodolfo, all of whom have a physical disability and so this group is lead by Flor, a physiotherapist.
But all the children have very different needs in light of very different levels of both motor and intellectual disability. This poses many challenges. Parents too are equally varied in their needs. Some have expectations, others don’t and so are not so open to any change that might be possible. I have had to be content with this too, coming slowly to realise that the daily journey to the school is made for many reasons. Others can’t afford to make that daily journey!
I have met parents, siblings, uncles, aunts and neighbours who are all part of the Duato family. Some parents have more that one child with additional needs and now that the 5-week summer break is here I wonder what that will mean for them!
Some will attend the 5-week long non-residential summer camp held in the school but, for many, this will be too expensive - 60 soles or 14 euro. It will be a good way to spend some of the Irish gifted money.
I have done some training with parents over three sessions and this seems to have gone quite well. All have coped with my emerging Spanish/Castellano.
My school day is 8am to 1pm. It’s in walking distance so I hope it’s helping to keep me fit! Though the walk home at 1pm means sun cream(factor 80), my hat and trying to find the shady side of the street.
My work with adults with additional needs has evolved slowly since my arrival and is now being done mostly through art projects - painting, making cards of the famous Nazca lines for Advent and of course now for Christmas. It’s a relaxed way of working and allows me to enter their world in a gentle way.
Of course my life has not been all “work”. I have done lots of dancing, both of various folk dances and popular. Dancing is an integral part of life here and even the babies and young children are already dancing.
martyrdom of Father Francisco Vera, Parish Priest of Sangre y Cuerpo de Cristo in the city of Jalostotitlan, Jalisco.Mexico. He was celebrating the Mass in secret for his people, but was discovered, and sentenced to death. He was not allowed to remove his vestments, and this photograph was sent to President Calles by the leader of the squad, to prove how zealous he was being against the Church. This took place sometime early in April, 1927. Father Vera’s body was taken to a garbage dump outside the city, and was further desecrated.
For every look at self take ten looks at Christ Robert Murray M'Cheyne
Love Me Love My Dog... and my pigs and my cows...
Graham Clarke met Jo on a Lowdham Young Farmers trip to Ballybunion on the
West Coast of Ireland when he was just 16.
March 2004 BBC
Oxford's Chris Kennelly believes his crew were robbed by an umpiring
decision in favour of Cambridge in the 150th Boat Race.
Last Updated: Monday, 14 March, 2005, 10:12 GMT
Women's WCT ratings after 6 events:
1. Sofia Mulanovich 5268 points
2. Chelsea Georgeson 5040 points
3. Layne Beachley 3765 points
4. Rochelle Ballard 3744 points
5. Megan Abubo 3564 points
6. Melanie Redman-Carr 3156 points
7. Keala Kennelly 3744 points
8. Rebecca Woods 2952 points
9. Jacqueline Silva 2736 points
9. Samantha Cornish 2736 points
Child's play at 20,000 toy museum
A collection of 20,000 toys is to be put on display at a new museum of
childhood in west Wales.
The museum, at Pen-ffynnon Farm near Llangeler in Carmarthenshire, has been
planned for more than 10 years by three toy collectors.
The trio have spent a combined 120 years amassing their collection.
It includes toys from as far back as the 18th century and covers everything
from dolls, train sets and toy cars to a talking parrot.
Collectors Paul and Hilary Kennelly and Vic Davey are behind the West Wales
Museum of Childhood.
As well as providing amusement for children of all ages, the toys also
provide an insight into the social conditions of the period, according to
"We have got a Noah's Ark made [in the UK] during the Great War [WWI]
because there was a great feeling against German toys, and this was the
start of the British toy industry," Mr Kennelly told BBC Radio Wales.
"We have got toys made during the Second World War when the toy
manufacturers were on essential work, so granddad had to go out to the shed
and make things from wood."
Mrs Kennelly said: "An awful lot of toys reflect the political, the social
attitudes of the times they were made, and that is a very interesting facet
The oldest toy in the collection is a little girl's tea set dating back to
The collection also includes one of the first fully articulated baby dolls.
Mrs Kennelly said: "It's only a tiny little thing, about eight inches long,
but its ankles and wrists move and it has this wonderful squeaker in the
"After 150 years, the squeaker still works."
A lack of toys in childhood was the spark for Vic Davey's interest in
collecting them once he was older.
He explained: "I think it's the fact that when I was a kid, we were a poor
"It was just after the war and I didn't have any toys, so I resolved to get
myself a Dinky eight-wheeler, which would have cost me two months' pocket
money, as soon as I got my first working wage."
Mrs Kennelly added: "We have had our collection for so long, and we'd just
love to share it with other people as well.
"Little children can laugh at things their grandparents used to play with.
Grandparents can remember the pain of saving up their pocket money for
Tea-rooms and a shop at the site open on Good Friday, with the museum proper
opening in mid-May.
Mulanovich lost to Keala Kennelly in the quarter-finals - not once gaining a
heat lead over the Hawaiian whom she beat in the final in France last year.
Women's WCT ratings after 6 events:
1. Sofia Mulanovich 5268 points
2. Chelsea Georgeson 5040 points
3. Layne Beachley 3765 points
4. Rochelle Ballard 3744 points
5. Megan Abubo 3564 points
6. Melanie Redman-Carr 3156 points
7. Keala Kennelly 3744 points
8. Rebecca Woods 2952 points
9. Jacqueline Silva 2736 points
9. Samantha Cornish 2736 points
Paul Kennelly, Llangeler
My father was George Albert Kennelly who served with the RAF at Sealand in
the late '20s and early '30s. I have a host of wonderful photos of his time
there including fellow airmen and aircraft along with football team
pictures. One photo is of George stood alongside Winnie Mae, Wyley Posts
transatlantic plane. I am sure these images are of historical importance and
I intend scanning them and making them generally available. One name on a
photo is Bill "Ginger" Dicken and another is Jack Norris. John Seabrooke
also served alongside George at Sealand. Do any of these names ring bells?
It is a very long time ago.
Fri Sep 5 08:45:19 2008
Fire-hit factory workers helped
Workers who lost their jobs when a Plymouth pastry factory burnt down have
been told a city supermarket is recruiting 100 staff.
About 250 employees from Hilliers attended a meeting organised by unions to
hear Safeway is looking for staff to fill the vacancies.
Safeway told the meeting its Outland Road branch was expanding.
Nearly 400 factory employees were made redundant after a large fire
destroyed their workplace in Plympton last week.
Sixty firefighters attended the fire on Friday 15 July, which destroyed
ovens and machinery inside the building of the pastry manufacturer.
The company then announced on Thursday it had gone into administration when
managers said they had no real choice but to call in the administrators.
At the meeting on Friday, representatives from Safeway said they were
holding an open day for potential employees next Tuesday and that staff from
the factory would have many skills they could use.
Safeway Personnel Officer Paul Kennelly said: "A lot of the employees had
good lengths of service with Hilliers. That's very valuable to us.
The US space shuttle Columbia has broken up soon after re-entering the
Earth's atmosphere, killing all seven crew on board.
The space agency Nasa lost contact with the craft about 15 minutes before it
was due to land at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida.
Nasa administrator Sean O'Keefe told a news conference it was a "tragic day"
for the Nasa family.
He paid tribute to the dead crew as "extraordinary" people, and said
everything would be done to help their families through this period.
Mr O'Keefe said there was no indication that the disaster had been caused by
anything or anyone on the ground.
Hundreds of state troopers, police and rescue workers are searching large
areas of rugged terrain in eastern Texas for debris from the shuttle.
President Bush has been briefed about the disaster and is expected to make a
Heightened security had surrounded Columbia's latest mission because of the
presence of Colonel Ramon, the first Israeli in space.
In Israel, officials described events as a national tragedy.
Columbia, which had been due to land at 0916 (1416 GMT) was returning from a
16-day mission orbiting the Earth and was in its re-entry procedure when
contact was lost at about 0900 local time.
Nasa said the shuttle was about 200,000 feet up and travelling at 12,500 mph
(20,000 kph) at the time.
Television pictures showed a vapour trail from the craft as it flew over
It then appeared to disintegrate into several separate vapour trails, and
witnesses in the area said they heard "big bangs".
Texas public safety department spokesman Clive Kennelly said there were more
than 2,000 debris fields, scattered from the small town of Nacogdoches about
170 miles (290 km) south-east of Dallas, to the Louisiana border.
Nasa has warned that any debris found should be avoided as it could be
hazardous, and that people should report such finds to the authorities.
Pieces of debris have been reported in fields and on roads, and one
Nacogdoches resident, Jeff Hancock, said a metal bracket about a foot (30
centimetres) long crashed through his office roof, the Associated Press news
Noel Kennelly Llanfairfechan Safety Action Group
"People are angry, they are upset...emotions are still running high"
Around 150 people packed a meeting in north Wales to discuss their concerns
about a medium secure unit for psychiatric patients in their village.
Ty Llewelyn has been under fire from local residents in Llanfairfechan
Jesuit College New Orleans
Norman Francis earned a B.S. degree from Xavier University of Louisiana in 1952. He then became the first African-American to enroll at Loyola University New Orleans and then Loyola University Law School, where he received his J.D. in 1955.
Francis served in the U.S. Army from 1956-57, and then returned to Xavier as Dean of Men. After holding several other positions at Xavier, he was appointed President in 1968. At Xavier, Francis presided over a major expansion of campus facilities and enrollment growth of 35 per cent.
Civil Rights Era
In 1952, at 21 years of age, Norman Francis was one of two African-American students selected to integrate Loyola University Law School in New Orleans, Louisiana. In 1955 became the school’s first Black graduate. Francis served in the Army for two years, then joined the U.S. Attorney’s Office to help integrate federal agencies. During the turbulent times preceding the Civil Rights Movement he returned to Xavier University to begin his climb up the administrative ladder. In 1961, while serving as dean of men, Francis played a key role in Xavier's decision to house the Freedom Riders – an integrated group testing application of the Supreme Court decision banning discrimination in interstate rail and bus travel – in a campus dormitory after they were flown to New Orleans by Federal Marshals after having been attacked in three Alabama cities (Anniston, Birmingham and Montgomery).citation needed
About that same time, Francis acted as counsel for the Xavier student body president – Rudolph Lombard – who had been arrested for attempting to integrate the lunch counter at McCrory’s on Canal Street in New Orleans. It was those experiences that led Francis to choose the path of education over that of a law career. Ironically, he accepted the presidency at Xavier on the very day that the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated in Memphis in in 1968.citation needed
Honors and awards
Francis has been chairman of the board of Educational Testing Service, The Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching and the Southern Education Foundation, and president of the American Association of Higher Education and the United Negro College Fund. He is a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. He has received 35 honorary degrees.
In December 2006, Francis was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Norman Francis started out in life as poor and under-privileged, but — as he said later — he did not know that he was poor and under-privileged. Francis was born in Lafayette, Louisiana, the son of poor parents, neither of whom had finished high school. His father was a barber who rode to work each day on a bicycle because the family did not own a car. He earned pocket money by shining shoes on Lafayette's main street. His parents felt that Norman, his three sisters and his brother needed an education. Norman and his brother and sisters attended Catholic schools and his parents saw to it that the children rarely missed school. "I had to have a fever, and really be ill before I dared to try to miss school", he has said. His parents also made certain that the children attended Mass on Sunday, and were punctual in their religious duties.
After he graduated from St. Paul High School in 1948, he turned his interest toward the military, but because of the interest of one of the teaching sisters at St. Paul High School, Norman found himself with a work scholarship to Xavier University in New Orleans. The "work" part of this scholarship landed him in the university library, where he repaired damaged books. By his senior year he had worked himself up to night supervisor of library services. Francis was an honor student and was elected president of his class all four years. In his senior year he was chosen the president of the student body.citation needed
After his graduation from Xavier with a bachelor’s degree, he applied for entrance to Loyola University’s School of Law and was the first black student to be accepted by the school.
He feels that one reason he was accepted was because he had been active in the National Federation of Catholic College students. In that organization he became acquainted with several of the Jesuit fathers on the Loyola University faculty. Francis graduated from Loyola with honors with a Doctor of Jurisprudence degree in 1955 and he began to practice law. He soon decided that the law was not for him. "I could have made a great deal of money," he said later, "but I could help only a few people. The future belongs to those who are educated, so I turned to education."citation needed
Because of his scholastic record, the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, the religious order which conducts Xavier University, offered him the post of dean of men, which he accepted. He then began a steady rise in administrative positions at the university. From dean of men in 1957, he advanced to director of student personnel services in 1963, assistant to the president for student affairs in 1964, assistant to the president in charge of development in 1965 and executive vice president in 1967.
In 1968 the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament promoted him to the post of president of the university — the first lay, male and black head of the university. During the following 25 years, Francis guided Xavier University’s growth in both size and dimension. The university has more than tripled its enrollment, broadened its curriculum and expanded its campus.
Norman Francis is a member of Alpha Phi Alpha, the first intercollegiate Greek-letter fraternity established for African Americans.1
He belongs to the National Commission on Excellence in Education. He has also served as president of the United Negro College Fund and chairman of the board of directors of the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools and Educational Testing System.