Corraleehan-Aughwillan Community News

Last Whist

Last Whist

Your last chance to take home money from “Willie” land in pre-summer 2013 comes on next Tuesday night in Aughawillan Community Centre where the last Whist of the 2012/2013 season will take place. There will be the usual attractive prizes and all card players will be welcome.

Alzheimers’s Foundation

On Wednesday, May 5th a Coffee Day will be held in the home of Bernadette and Michael McGovern, Corraleehan. If you are one of the minority who is in gainful employment hereabouts you could visit their house with a subscription after working hours. The onus should be on the healthy to look after the unwell so do the best you can for such a worthy cause.

Sympathy

Sympathy to Molly Prior, Lisacarn and her family on the recent death in Australia of Bernie Fox, formerly of Drumcullion, Aughawillan. The late Bernie’s death at the age of eighty-two years meant that he was born in 1931 and spent all of 60 plus years working in that land so far away “Down Under”. May he Rest in Peace.

Clothes Appeal

United Christian Aid is once again appealing for clothes for families and orphanages in Moldova. Any kind of wearable clothing, men’s, women’s or kids bedward, napkins or soft toys will be very welcome. The Moldovans are also in need of Communion and Confirmation dresses. Collection will take place at O’Brien’s Sports Shop on High Street, Ballinamore on Saturday, May 4th from 11am to 4pm. For further information, you should contact Lily at 071-9644043.

Relaxation Classes

Mindfulness and Relaxation Classes for both males and females to reduce stress and anxiety will be held weekly from Monday April 29th in St. George’s Visitor’s Centre, Carrick-on-Shannon. Booking is advised. Classes cost E10 a time. You are asked to bring a friend. For further details, you should contact Geraldine at 085-2749493.

What’s New, Pussycat?

Since the demise of the late lamented Celtic Tiger, RIP, there has been much “vowel” movement about how the cost of vehicle fuel kept rising while their owners’ income kept falling due to lay-offs, Budget cuts and so on. Indeed, the cost of motoring itself is also a strong talking point due to rises, some steep for windscreen “decoration” like the cost of putting the oblong discs and its circular counterpart side by side so as to prove to all and sundry that “she” is taxed and insured. You often wonder do drivers bring a lot of it on themselves?

In our teenage days, no ordinary Irishman’s engine exeeded 1000 ccs or one litre capacity and there was even the Baby Ford of point 8 litre. About the above, the older folk used to say that they do 60 miles on the “full of yer cap” of petrol and could be taxed and insured for the proverbial song as well as having engines that were easy to remove and rebuild unlike the modern nuisances. When we joined the Common Market, now E.U, causing German money to arrive via envelopes, etc and to fund various schemes such things as twin carburettors of American style came on the scene and motorists began to boast about having bought a car with the Yankee phase, “twin carbs”.

Sensing the weakness for grandeur, the wily motor companies began to add on such sophisicated needless things as central locking, electric windows and “turbo”, causing undertakers to have a field day “planting” collision casualties in little cemeteries because of the extra power on impact the turbo charger caused. They even came up with heated rear windows and above all things “heated seats” to prevent cold upholstery from freezing their asses. The upshot of it all is that if anything goes wrong with such complex cars, they have to be brought to places where they must be wired up to the modern garage “computer” so as to trace the electronic fault at sometimes savage expense. It’s a bit like their drivers with a suspected heart complaint being sent to a hospital for an “ECG”.

On hearing of the death of the late Bernie Fox in Australia, one thought of the days when there used to be five families in existence on the Liscrudy to Drumcullion Road of maybe less than a mile duration. There were the McGoverns, McCartins, Keegans, Currans, Foxs and Gallaghers and at one time, its population was in excess of 30 mortals. Now as the older folk used to say, there’s “not a cricket” in existence along that stretch. Most fled poverty to go abroad in the days of no local industry while the Grim Reaper “airlifted” a number of others to the great Camelot in the sky.

In the interim, many significant industries were founnded locally especially in Newtowngore and Ballinamore and emigrants even returned home to work in these factories. History repeats itself as they say and now that all these industries have dried up, the youth are being forced to emigrate again so we can expect to see many more rows of derelict houses. From now on, Mon Dieu, when we think of De Valera’s dream of “a countryside dotted with little houses and comely maidens dancing at every crossroads” and see the mess his successors left after them like the after-effects of the shenanigans of Haughey, Ahern and their golf playing buddies, the bankers. Wouldn’t it make your blood boil and you often wonder was De Valera for real?