dimanche 25 janvier 2009

The Hearth


All was cosy and warm inside ......


Joe-Pat would quietly enter the cabin and there see seated at the fireside his little mother minding the cauldron, quietly humming something Liturgical. For company she had a variety of two and four-legged beings about her, though to someone of Joe-Pat's refinement, the heat and the humidity and all the rest were quite over-powering.

Every Son has a mother...



Every son has a mother, and Joe-Pat was no exception ...


Molloy put it about that he didn't know where Joe-Pat came out of but he'd heard that maybe he was a tinker ... Which was not in fact the case, for we have it on record that although for many years after working in Arrahcashel House Joe-Pat had become what today we would call a "travelling person", that is, one who walked the length and breadth of Ireland, he had come originally from a fixed abode. He even made a great point of visiting his mother, a "widdy", living in the wilds of some county out on the Western Board, at least once every year, usually in Michaelmas. How his great generous heart swelled in his breast at the sight of the "Homestead" when he rounded the corner after coming down from the Perilous Pass ... the smoke, not exactly rising from the chimney (for there was none), puffing out in black dust balls through the front door (which was the only aperture in the whole structure).

vendredi 16 janvier 2009

Bardic Tradition in Ireland



The conference of the Bards ...

Joe-Pat met up with a number of bards across Ireland and we would like to think there was an interesting exchange of ideas ... Exchange there was certainly was, quite what exactly, we will never know ...

mardi 13 janvier 2009



Irish speakers

But Lady Sophia, Sir Richard's sister, was the Irish scholar in that house, and was indeed able to translate to visitors many of the poems Joe-Pat recited : better than he could himself .....


Lady Alicia
Was Joe-Pat's most ardent admirer of his musical gifts ... according to himself.

Next morning ... Eliza Ponsonby
The next morning an account had to be given of the ball :
"They say the style was great."
"Oh, ... it as alright."


Meanwhile ... at the DeVeres'


All was peace and harmony in Sir Richard's domain. The gossoon could be seen stealthly advancing along the back field in search of a plump chicken for Lady Alicia's tea.