death of the innocents
Monday, April 18, 2005, 12:50 PM18.04.05
The most aweful news came over the radio this morning - that of the death of a young mother and her two children of only 3 and 4 years by drowning. I could hardly believe my ears when I heard the story in Irish that it was thought that the poor woman had first drowned her infants and then herself in the slaney river in co. Wexford. Does any other act reflect the callousness of our 'tiger' economy. In a country where everyone knows everyone ekse;s business, how could people have turned a blind eye to such depression and cruelty.
Even more depressing is that that news is relegated to the lowest importance in the news behind such things as whether the Gaa will allow anyone else to use their Croke park manger even for a modest 2,000,000 Euros a match
Padraic OConaire goes on to describe how the poor woman raged on about the fine clothes the big man had bought for his first wife and which she despised. She tore a silk hat apart and jumped up and down on it on the floor. She screamed at her brothers saying they were a useless bunch and asking how the had lost the courage of their ancestors to defend her honour and not let her be made a laughing stock of the country not knowing whether she was a married woman or a spinster.
She raised her hands to the sky as if to implore them to do something to bring her peace.
The poor woman who drowned her children and herself today may have been in a similar plight as that lady referred to by Padraic OConaire
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what to talk about
Sunday, April 17, 2005, 02:47 PM17.04.05
Cad a dheanamid fasta gan amaidh?
Is the beginning of a poem we learned in Irish class about the changing of the guard in old Ireland where everything was been turned upside down and destroyed by the new arrivals according to the poet. They were turning out the old people and destroying the woods so as to give them no hiding place as well as to build their new mansions -"what will we do now without timber?" he rhymes.
In our last episode of Padraic OConaire's story, Padraic, according to himself acted very fearlessly, he knows not why to find out what the brutal brothers of the second wife were going to do to the poor big man. He followed them into the big man's house hoping he would have slipped away or if not he feared they would give him aterrible beating with their shillaghs and threats.
When they didn't find him at home they sat down around the table and helped themselves to his poteen downing it a glass at a time as they passed it around. And every round they went they got fiercer and more threatening with vicious eyes. It was lucky for the big man that he had escaped them for the time being at least
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005, 01:50 PM12.04,05
Death comes to us all including the poor old pope John Paul but what brought it to my mind forcefully today as I sat at Sandymount after my swim , was a very sad man, who obviously wanted someone to talk to. He talked to me and then suddenly that his wife of over 30 years had just died and he couldn't bear to be alone in the house he had shared with her for so long in Foxrock.It is so sad that civilization has not made it any easier for us to come to terms with the loss of a loved one. The terrible emptiness of the vacuum that is left but its better to have loved and lost than never loved atall.
I'm not sure if poor Padraic OConaire ever married or how his love life was. He certainly talks about a woman made bitter by a fancy man lover who left her alone pregnant. She took a trrible vengance on him by throwing a bottle of acid in his face and blinding and disfiguring him - not a nice picture of womanhood!
Back to 'Run an fhir mhoir'
in page 170 he says:
they were out to get him but they could not arrest a rich man such as he without good evidence on him. This was more so the case becuse he had been a good citizen, a justice and a friend of the politicians and authorities of the area.
Padraic felt , however, that it was his duty to save a relative of his and resolved to do what he could to get him out of the country.
Just then a curragh came into view with five men in it. "They're the brothers of the second wife" said an old man "I wouldn't like to be the one those brutes are after".
Sure enough they were them alright and as they alighted from the curragh the leader shouted "make sure you all have your shillaghs and bring the oars too. He's a big strong fellow......"
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Captain Bligh - our benefactor
Wednesday, April 6, 2005, 03:12 PM06.04.05
Just thought how much we owe to that much maligned captain here in Dublin. It was he who came up with asolution to the silting up of the harbopur at the mouth of the Liffey. He surveyed the bay in 1800 when he was sent over here to keep him from alienating any more crews like Mr Christain and those of the Bounty.
He decided that the problem could be solver by a wall at the northern and one at the southern side of the estuary forming a funnel and keeping a deep channel free of sand.
Up till then Dublin bay had been a notoriously unsafe and difficult water to navigate and park in. Many lives and ships were saved by the new arrangement.
After the swim in the pretty cold Fortyfoot i took a cycle with Rocky to the centre of the bay at the old Pigeon house lighthouse and saw how formidable the constructions were.
I wondered why our present day traffic planners could not have the genius of captain Bligh and funnel traffic by way of a road and bridge over those causeways.
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waking the dead pope
Tuesday, April 5, 2005, 03:41 PM05.04.05
Sad that all the western leaders who took no notice of the pope's calls for peace and fairness in the world while he travelled to all their countries now vie with each other in being his pall bearers. His life was not unlike that of Jesus with the crucifiction of his long suffering while preaching love. It was appropiate that he died around Good Friday and hopefully he will arise to a happier new life.
I have beig neglecting my blogging and Padraic OConaire story for a while but with all the blogs out there it won't be noticed. Anyway here goes the next page:
And didn't everyone know how much he cared for her. How he sat everynight by her side and stole the odd kiss which she was not expecting. Why should she up and leave hm even if he had a sup too much to drink itself! And the lovely white silk dress on her! And all the braclets and rings she had!
Who should come walking towards us only the sargent. A fine man he was with wild red hair and a big nose as purple as you'ld see on a beggerman on a freezing winter morning. Here he comes hoping to put his speel into the conversation but when no one would talk about anything ezcept the bad weather he didn't get far getting information about the big man.
"I suppose" said the man with the purple nose " the big fellow hasnt lost the second one yet" in English sniggering.
"Very bad weather we're having" said an old fisherman pretending not to understand him.
"They tell me she was a fine woman big and strong; did any of you see her?"
"True for you , sargent, there's rain in the air" says another fisherman.
The sargent wasn't going to get much information from that crowd...
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