The death occured on last Wednesday of Cecil Gault, Drumreilly, Aughawillan after a lengthy illness borne with great fortitude. The late Cecil like so many others worked abroad in his younger years and on his return was employed locally while at the same time running a considerably large farm which along with his equally hard working wife, they kept in pristine condition. Well known for his obliging qualities, he also combined business with leisure to a healthy extent. The hordes which attended his funeral in Drumreilly Church of Ireland Cemetery were proof of the esteem in which he was held. To his wife Margaret, brothers Norman, Victor and Raymond, sisters Doris, Daisy, Rita and Florrie, nephews, nieces and many friends, sympathy is extended. May he Rest in Peace.
Marriage of Michael and Louise
It has become a once-in-a Blue Moon occasion to have news of a man from the district bring a bride into the area especially since the demise of all industries which existed locally in Ballinamore and Newtowngore. Now our marital news consists of whisking away local girls to big towns and cities but “imports” are a rarity. This week, we have the better news about how the wedding took place in Kilnavart Church of Michael Quinn and Louise Cosgrove, Ballymagovern. Best Man was his brother Sean while Groomsmen were Declan and Gerard McGovern. Bridesmaids were Paula Maguire, Deirdre McCarthy and Sinead Quinn. The reception was held in the Farnham Arms Hotel and the happy couple headed off on honeymoon to the sunny city of Rome. We wish them both many decades of wedded bliss.
The following left the recent and very weel attended Good Friday Poker Classic, smiling all the way to the bank: John Prior, Drumeela and local triumvirate John McHugh, Pat Stringer and John Flynn. Aughawillan G.F.C. would like to thank the two main sponsors: Topaz Filling Station, Killeshandra and Campbell Carriers, Aughawillan along with all who attended and helped out in any way at the successful scene.
What’s New Pussycat?
In the midst of the “Big Squeeze”, we got a Big Freeze, causing people to say things like “the poor people is perished”, because of their inability to buy coal, heating oil, etc, to keep themselves warm in such conditions. One discovered about the vast chasm which exists between the plain people of Ireland and the “plane” people AKA jetsetters who annually we read about heading off to sunny places for shady people to get away from the winter “cowld” at the taxpayers’ expense.
It reminds one of a time in the 1990s when Labour leader, Dick Spring jetted off to New York on a so-called “fact-finding” mission before booking himself into “thee” place for thee to be in that city, the Waldorf Astoria itself. Furthermore, he never told us what facts he found abroad on his return. Being a cynic, yours truly came to the conclusion that there is no such thing as socialism.
In the local corr’s days of national school, we once saw a man throw a handful of sweets into the playground and it became obvious that one child went “baldheaded” to grab them all. In the after-school days of farming in P.U.F. Leitrim, we discovered about how on throwing half a bag of dairy nuts into a trough, the strongest bovine would “bate” all around her so as to have them all for herself. It all means that capitalism is second nature to both human and beast. They have also tried a more extreme form called communism but footage from a western cameraman who dared to take a photo of the dictators of that country’s “pad” which resembled a palace left us in no doubt that some men are a lot more equal than others in these communist countries.