General Chat

Damp here too Cath
Need to have another little walk out today , have to go to the post box.
Might have a friend here for tea this morning.
Youngest here tonight to try and contact her friend in America, seems the time difference is a problem at the moment.

Have a good day, hoping Mo is OK

Linda :o) XxX

morning all

pauline i sent a messige on ancestry to some one the othere day
thay had started a new line well this new line i no very well
on hubby side
now this person name i can tell them lots as i even have a photo
of him and the best bite is the man has been in my house more than once
and his wife is still liveing
any way the tree owner dident seem to want to beleve me on the marrige date i had as the man is ten years older than his wife
ha my dad was 10 years older than my mum
well thay want get nothink out of me now

American Time Difference

A Wee Chuckle

I was climbing in the Cairngorms with two chaps........

John Cunningham, from Glasgow.
and
Yvon Chouinard, an American Mountaineer.

We were doing a rather hard route, Johnny had led the crux, I followed,
Yvon was next.

Yvon got a bit stuck and called up to us he was going to be a bit longer.

Quick wit Johnny calls down to him...

' Yvon, the Americans are always eight hours behind'

I near fell off laughing.

Well, it was funny at the time and circumstances. !!!!!!!!!

American Time Difference

It takes two years for sound to travel to America.

We blew a Bugle in September 1939.

The Americans didn't hear it until December 1941.

morning all raining to day I am off to the hospital from my scan at 10 o'clock so nothing to eat or drink for the next 5 hours.. only enough water to take my tablets.

Shelly thanks for that I am not too sure they look like they could be?.but they would be the earlier family the ones I have given are 1930 electorial register I think Alice was born about 1911 or there about. . Mum use to take me to see them when I was 3 years old as they lived near us we went nearly every week. I came across them on my History of Willesden I am doing. I will try and trace those names you have back and see what I come up with.
bless you for that
Caherine hope the dog soon recovers. isnt she the Greyhound or have I got that wrong ?
Stephen did you see the Navy documentry last night that ship should have been sent to the scap yard it must cost more to keep that running than to buy a new one. all that meat that went overboard.

Morning Pauline, hope you have a good day. hope to b e back later.

Rita

Pauline, I'm too busy reading t o go looking for Mr Right!
Rita good luck with the Scan. What no coffee! I'd be gasping!
Bacon roll please Stephen.
We had a power cut at worka nd the boiler went off nad it's only just been re-lit. I've got a body warmer for when it gets cold!

rita there is no rush i have the photo any way so not going any were
how ancesters alway seen to of move around and nether seem to be were thay should be.

pat i carnt be doing with being cold indoors

Rita,

Hope the Scan goes well.

Didn't see the RN Documentary last night. Folk would be surprised as to how many RN Ships struggle to keep going.

Time to go back to the age of sail !!!!!!!!

Patricia,
Is there ever a Mr Right. Us blokes always have faults of one kind or another. My poor lady has to put up with me. How she does it is anyones guess. Still, after being with me for nearly fifty years, she must know my good points as well as the bad.

Pauline,
Enjoy your reading. I love reading and gaining knowledge from books

My family and friends say I'm a great source of useless information.

Mariyln,
That Geography Map is magic. Managed a lot of them first time but it certainly gets the brain working for those you don't know the location of. Great.

Hello folks,just a quickie.
I had a message from Jean's daughter, and Jean is very unwell,and may be hospitalised. The doctor has been in every day to her,and she is on water and diarolite. The doctor has said it could be a viral infection.
Sending prayers for a speedy recovery for Jean ( Jeniwren).

I am still in pain from my ribs, but I mustn't complain. Thank you for your good wishes. I can't sit in one position for too long, so I will say bye for now. Luv Mo xxx

Rita I hope the scan went alright, bet you were starving afterwards.
Jean if you read this please get well soon we miss you.
Mo look after those ribs.
Got the school run shortly, back later

Cath xx

Goodness
So many poorly people
Jean please get well soon
Mo hope the ribs ease soon
Rita hope the scan went OK

Been for a walk to the post box with little M, she has had her dinner and is now sleeping
The weather is changing colder, darker and raining Ugh

Linda :o) XxX

Jean and Mo god bless hope your soon be feeling well.

Thank you Jeans daughter think it is Susan ? for letting us know. all this on top of her other worry,

I had my scan I felt a burning when I was drinking the aniseed but didnt say anything went to the loo and the lady from goldsworth care who drove there and waited told them I had a burning feeling like heart burn so they took their time before they gave me the CAT scan they gave me my iodine drip and I felt ill then but I carried on till it was finished and they asked me. I told them about it then
it was pouring of rain all the way along the M25 and traffic was heavy but we made it on time and the same coming back. I have to phone St Lukes hospital tomorrow to make an appointment with my cancer consultant. to get the results. not looking forward to that.

Stephen I bet there were a lot of big fish following that ship when the meat was tossed over the side. I nearly said boat the guy I use to go out with was in the Merchant Navy he told me a boat can go on a ship a ship cannot go on a boat.. so I try and recall that. lol
Hi Linda Catherine Pat Shelly and Mo.

Rita
I need a mug of tea now.

Afternoon all

Mo I hope you are feeling better and Jean hope you will soon be on the mend

Cath pleased your grandaughter and your dog are ok.
My dog got into a bit of a scrap yesterday with our neighbour's Yorkie, no damage done to either dog thankfully

Stephen, in answer to your earlier post, I like watching the Xcountry, I have only ridden small courses not half as big as in the top competitions. I prefer dressage and show jumping, a horse I had a few years ago was a good jumper.

x

Sundays & Holy Days of Obligation.

Stephen’s reminiscences of his church & school days posted a few days ago prodded my own recollections on these subjects & I hope I’m not repeating myself here. I have a photographic memory that needs developing sometimes. Most of my images are in black & white. No matter!

As a youngster, Sunday was always regarded as a day of rest. That was the law of the Church & was strictly adhered to - more so than State laws sometimes. Didn’t the Bible say that we must work with the sweat of our brows for six days but, on the seventh day, we must rest. It should have gone on to say - ‘with the exception of MPs & Civil Servants who are required to work for five days only’. But it didn’t & they do!

Our clergy were in full control & if the sanctity of the Sabbath was violated by some unfortunate, the offender’s name soon got to the ears of the priest. It was regarded as a family disgrace if your name was called out from the Altar on a Sunday morning - much worse than appearing on any tabloid front page or page three either.

The only time the law might be relaxed was at harvest time. If the weather was inclement, as it often was particularly in the west of Ireland and the crops were in danger of being lost, only then would permission be given from the pulpit for farmers to work on Sundays to try to save the crops. Otherwise, Sundays were a respite from daily toil for man & beast. The beasts on our farm couldn’t care less so long as they were fed & watered - Sunday or not.

But, Saturday evenings were important too as far as the Church was concerned. Catholics were encouraged or browbeaten into confessing their sins on a regular basis. Saturday afternoons or early evenings were set aside by the Priests for this particular purpose, in readiness for Sunday morning services.

In my young days, there would be a queue sitting on a bench outside the Confessional Box waiting for their turn for the Priest’s individual attention. The only queues I see these days are at the local superstore. The Confessional Box was inside the Church - about the size of Dr Who’s Tardis without all the technical equipment - dark inside too. It was divided into two sections - one where the Priest would sit ready to hear the awful sins while the penitent parishioner mustered up as much sorrow for his/her misdeeds which he/she was obliged to declare there & then in the dubious privacy of the Tardis - sorry, I meant Confessional Box. You tell Priest you have been naughty. There are grades of naughtiness too. The Priest would absolve the sins with encouraging words in Latin & for penance, he would ask for a few prayers to be recited.

This task seems to be an extraordinary event as far as some non-Catholics of my acquaintance are concerned. They just cannot understand the theory of admitting our faults & failings to another human being & receiving a pardon. It’s not easy to explain & mostly I don’t try. So, I had a wry smile this week when I read in one of the daily papers that Catholics may be allowed to confess their misdeeds using their iPhone. Text me Father, for I have sinned. Receiving an electronic absolution without the usual embarrassment of having to face a Priest - sometimes one who knows you & your family very well - sounds like the answer. But, I suppose we’d still have to watch out just in case WikiLeaks steals & publishes our sinful minefield. It’s not April 1st yet - is it?

Sunday Mass in our Church at Aghamore started at 9am when mainly mothers & young children attended. It was a golden opportunity for meeting other villagers & many would dally, talking to people & catching up on news or gossip from the locality. A second service at 11am was usually where older children & men would reluctantly show their faces - a strange set-up. It was sometimes jokingly referred to as ‘the dead Mass’. I’m sure the men didn’t go to this later Mass on the basis that the nearby pub would be opening its doors just as the Church service came to an end.

No Catholic service is complete without having a collection. The collection basket is passed around the congregation & the proceeds go to the general upkeep of the building. At Christmas & Easter, the collections are specifically for the Priests’ own personal use. How do you think they can afford to employ a housekeeper & have thick-piled carpets in every room of the big house? He might even send on a donation to Rome to help the Pope & Vatican running costs. Imagine that - poor parishioners in the Aghamore backwater helping to feed His Holiness & his entourage in Rome. It’s expensive being a Catholic!

On those two occasions, it was customary in my young days to hand over your donation at the Church door, almost the same as if you were going to the cinema, where it would be recorded with your name & address. Addresses were important to help identify, for example, one Pat McLoughlin from several others with similar names in the parish. To make matters worse & causing some embarrassment, on the following Sunday, the Priest would read out each name with their contribution. As ever, the biggest donation, if my memory is correct, used to be £5, a sizable sum in the 1950/60s from one of the village shop owners.

Human error might appear occasionally in the recording of the donations - too much chatting at the Church door no doubt. So, the Priest would apologise something along these lines: “Last week, I said that Michael Murphy of Aghamore donated 5 shillings & six pence. Sorry - this was a mistake - Michael gave 10 shillings”.

For Gaelic amateur football & hurling, Sunday afternoon was a busy time for games. It was an honour to be selected to play in your local parish team and, if by some miracle you were called-up for county duty, well that really was it! No wages ever changed hands - everything was & still is achieved on a shoestring & you were only allowed to play for the county you were born in. So, no transfers, transfer fees or transfer windows - all these were alien to the Gaelic Athletic Association (GAA). How many obituaries have I read when playing for the county was a highlight of the deceased’s sporting life!

Sunday night was dance night. Before we departed for the dance hall some 6 miles away, mum ensured we had a good supper. A special treat would be hot potato cake, baked on a griddle on the open hearth with lashings of home-made butter all over it. It was delicious & was always appreciated especially by the loads of youngsters who would meet up at our house, the starting point of the night’s excursion. Off we all went then with bicycles & bicycle lights being shared if necessary to enjoy whatever the night at the dance had to offer & dancing would not finish up till 1am.

The only time I might be up at 1am these days is when nature requires a visit to the loo.

GET WELL SOON !

Rita, Mo, and Jean

Hope things get a lot better for you all soon.

Yvonne,

Best jumper I ever had was knitted in Norway. Had socks to match.

Those folk who jump with horses always have my admiration.

Dressage is great to watch. What grace and skill.

Work finished for the moment. Coffee and a relax. More work later.

evening all

its nearly time to put the dinner on
im going to do chops but dont no what with yet
havent made up my mind


tea for every one as some of you need a cuper right now


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OMG some think want rong with the cups
now it looks like we have enuth tead for the hold of GR members

Coffee please Shelley!
Get well soon Jean.
I hope your ribs aren't hurting too much Mo.
Rita I hope you get good news tomorrow.
Dermot I liked your story about Sundays and Holidays of Obligations. i can't remember the last time I was out til 1am.
I've got a lazy dinner. I was in S'brys and they reduced their whole cooked chickens. There were only 3 there and I happended to be int he right place at the right time. I'll cook some noodles to go with this chicken.

Patricia,

Is that Chicken still warm ?

Think I'll hop on the Broomstick and pop down for a piece.

Another wee drop paint to put on then I'm going to stop for the night.

Where is everyone tonight?

I think it's cold now.
I stapled up ther bag because I didn't want the smell lingering in the office!
Fluffy Paws would have a field day!
I'm watching David Suchet on the Orient Express and then there's a Poirot afterwards.