Wedded Belles: On last Saturday week in Corraleehan Church the wedding took place of Grainne Curnan, Drumcroonman to Sean Murray, Aghascashel. Bridesmaids were Tracey McCartin, Sintead Bennison and Rianna Curnan. The reception was held in the Kilmore Hotel, Cavan. The couple are now honeymooning in sunny Spain. On that same Saturday of cobalt skies, there was in Aughawillan Church the wedding of Deirdre Maxwell, Crockawaddy to James Power from Malahide. Bridesmaids were Michelle Maxwell Donohoe and Sharon Nolan. The recpetion was held in the Landmark Hotel, Carrick-on-Shannon and the honeymoon is being divided between Mexico and Las Vegas. We wish both couples many decades of added bliss.
The Gathering: In this, the year of “The Gathering”, there was a surprisingly small gathering at the recent Ballinamore Past Pupils Reunion when one considers that the three post pimary schools range in age from 70 plus years in the case of Technical School or “Tech” as it used to be called, Mean Scoil Fatima or “Man’s Skull Fatima” as one member of the older gneration who must surely have gone fown in Irish as well as going down in history and so in his Primary Cert. It was founded in 1954 and St. Felim’s which we used to call Flims (without the Saint) in those unsaintly days of ours. On that Sunday evening, the thought of the pre-petrol days when the proprietor of a bakery in Ballinamore had a witty horse driver to deliver his goods. The horse used to consume his daily water from the Fohera River which was in the sight of the owner’s premises and one day when the boss suspected that the employee had been in a hurry to get “away for a pint” (he having a “wakeness” for the gargle). Due to having spent such a short time “Down by the Riverside” as the song goes he asked the question, “Did the horse drink enough” to which he replied, “I don’t know but surely he left a lot of it after him!”. So it was with the river of students that passed through the doors of the three schools. An awful lot more were as lathar than were “anseo” as we used to say to An Muinteoir when she was calling the names from the role book in those days when we would be reluctantly present or “anseo”. Come to think of it being so many decades in existance, a sizeable amount of PPS would since have finished six under-par in their local cemeteries while others aboard could not see their way to abandon husbands, wives, partners and maybe offspring to return for the sake of the few hours involved to “Dark Rosaleen” as a poet once christened it and then of course there is the question of shallow pockets to put the tin hat on the whole thing.
Nothing Lasts Forever?: On the Sunday of the recent Bank Holiday Weekend, there was the South Leitrim/West Cavan Vintage Day on St. Felim’s GFC grounds in Ballinamore. On looking at all the colourful vehicles which were born “long, long before your time” as the song goes like in the 1930s, 40s and 50s and the pre-petrol stationery stream engines which must almost date back to the era of “when God was a gosson” as the old folk used to say, one began to question the variety of the saying, “Nothing lasts forever”. The Vintage Day proceedings started at 12 noon and ended at 5pm and despite the fact that there was stiff opposition by way of a similar show in neighbouring Roscommon’s capital town, it was ptently obvious that far more mortals were on the field than there for the second 5 hour reunion shift which started at 5pm and ended at 10pm approx. Maybe the problem of predictable, “excitement deficit” came into play as well, as one could not but take note of how so many St. Felim’s past pupils gazed lovingly at the vehicles of their school days but failed to appear on the grounds of the Alma Mater between 5 and 10pm.
What’s New, Pussycat?: Last week, when standing in line in a local supermarket queue, yours truly overheard a female say to the lady manning the checkout, “This weather will put the farmers on their feet after them doin’ so much whinging for months on end”. It was obvious that she did not know much about ‘DMD’ or “Dry Matter Digestibility” or should we say, lack of it because fodder “rescued” from last year’s Leitrim’s saturated drumlin hills had no dry matter “at all at all” as Glenroe’s Miley Byrne used to say. Thus the reason why those who convey deceased corpses to Munery and such places are having a financial field day at the expense of the PUF and indeed the PFFT in West Cavan. One felt like telling her that because of a combination of fodder running out leading to early purchases of imported large square bales at €70 a whack, disposal of deceased animals at €70 a pelt not to mention the growth of grass being 7 weeks late, causing cattle to “eat the heads off each other” as the old folk used to say. We could also have told her that the only way farmers will be “put on their feet” will be via having to walk into town to do the shopping because they will no longer be able to afford cars to do the needful because of all the “subtractions” mentioned above. But sure what would the likes of her with all the appearance of luxury from head to toe know about the problems facing farmers? The prophesies of 6th century St. Colmcille started with “Come will the day when you will grieve to dwell in Ireland” and further on in the phrase, “Sacred things will become the prey of thieves”. Roughly 20 years ago, we read about the thefts from churches of valuable items such as chalices or anything value these vermin could lay their dirty hands-on. Since we last sent local notes, the Leitrim Observer carried the page article about theft from an ancient church on the beautiful Myles’s Island on Garadice Lake. How could he? All we can hope for is that the perpetrator will die prematurely before going on to perspire on Satan’s fire forever and at least a day.
Craic Le Cheile Cois Na H-Abhainn: Corraleehan and Aughawillan will hold the above on the weekend of July 19th to the 21st on the local GFC grounds with a host of events inspiring fun, culture and sport celerbating the communities of Corraleehan and Aughawillan. We invite our neighbours, friends and expats to join us on that weekend with events which will entertain both young and older. Go in deiridbh an Pairc Libh ar an la sin agus beidh one ansin le ciudin de possibily via une bicyclette, weather permitting.