Post by Kentgal on Dec 31, 2009 1:29:08 GMT
Another Eve of another New Year!
Let peace contentment & prosperity be extended to all our members, friends - new found- missing and old in the forth-coming 2010 New Year.
With a lifetime of failed NY resolutions and no potential NEW ones left to try!. I for one shall trundle slowly on in this festive melancholy mood. Remembering....
Bathing in front of the fire in the big tin bath, the outside toilet, the Po or the chamber pot (depending on how grand you were) under the bed. Floury potatoes, hairy bacon double yolk eggs!!.....
Walking to midnight Mass our shoes noisy on the frosty road in the cold crisp air, a scattering of stars, neighbours greeting each other, voices loud in the cold echoic air........
Christmas hymns and nudging each other as the alter boys (villains we knew in their other lives) angelically proformed their Christmas rituals...........
Absolved from the 'Rosery' at home on this special night, usually said after tea, and towards the end of the week (bricketts all gone till 'cheque' due on Friday) congragated around dying embers in the grate..............
Kneeling on the painted flagstone floor, there was always the odd jumper, jerkin, Evening Herald or Leinster Leader to kneel on, the little gleams of light from Ma's glass rosery beads sprinkling the walls, as she moved them through her fingers.......
And festivities abound - The weekly Irelands Own with its pages of Irish ballads and oldtime song lyrics, called into practice with renderings around the fireside. ................
Let peace contentment & prosperity be extended to all our members, friends - new found- missing and old in the forth-coming 2010 New Year.
With a lifetime of failed NY resolutions and no potential NEW ones left to try!. I for one shall trundle slowly on in this festive melancholy mood. Remembering....
Bathing in front of the fire in the big tin bath, the outside toilet, the Po or the chamber pot (depending on how grand you were) under the bed. Floury potatoes, hairy bacon double yolk eggs!!.....
Walking to midnight Mass our shoes noisy on the frosty road in the cold crisp air, a scattering of stars, neighbours greeting each other, voices loud in the cold echoic air........
Christmas hymns and nudging each other as the alter boys (villains we knew in their other lives) angelically proformed their Christmas rituals...........
Absolved from the 'Rosery' at home on this special night, usually said after tea, and towards the end of the week (bricketts all gone till 'cheque' due on Friday) congragated around dying embers in the grate..............
Kneeling on the painted flagstone floor, there was always the odd jumper, jerkin, Evening Herald or Leinster Leader to kneel on, the little gleams of light from Ma's glass rosery beads sprinkling the walls, as she moved them through her fingers.......
And festivities abound - The weekly Irelands Own with its pages of Irish ballads and oldtime song lyrics, called into practice with renderings around the fireside. ................