Re: The Beara Column. The Dance. What a great story. If there is ever a remaking of the Bally Kissangel, this story should be one of the episodes. Thank you -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2013 2:38 PM To: [email protected] Subject: BEARA Digest, Vol 8, Issue 24 Today's Topics: 1. Re: The Beara Column. (Riobard O' Dwyer) 2. Re: The Beara Column. ([email protected]) 3. Re: The beginning of the story (pat oleary) 4. When I was very young, (Riobard O' Dwyer) 5. Re: The Beara Column. (Riobard O' Dwyer) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message: 1 Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 12:10:03 +0000 From: "Riobard O' Dwyer" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [BEARA] The Beara Column. To: [email protected] Message-ID: <[email protected]om> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hello Folks, Been away for the past 9 or so days ---- Joan had an ankle broken in two places. I'll just have time for the moment to give you another episode of my Village when I was a small boy ---- and then forgive me for leaving you waiting until you hear from me again ---- didn't know that it was going to be like this when I started ---- but such is life. In my very young days, I remember my father and Tim (Dorohy) O'Sullivan building with their blocks the first parts of the walls of the Dance Hall in Ardgroom. Both, hard-working men, are long dead R.I.P. The Protestant Church in Ardgroom Inward was then a long time closed, so my father got the diamond windows of it. He built the roof of the Dance Hall himself. In those days the time for dancing was very short, and the Priests were dead against dancing at all. I remember as a lad of 10 years of age sitting in a seat in Ardgroom Church beside my father and mother, and listening to the Priest denouncing my father from the Altar for not closing his hall at 10 o'clock on a Sunday night !! The Priest came into the Hall another night, and spread out his hands, giving his signal to the crowd to get out. The Priest used ask people in the Confession Box if they were dancing in O'Dwyers' Hall the Sunday night before. Many of the local crowd were so much afraid of the Priest that they used be walking up and down the road outside the Dance Hall, afraid to go in. The Lauragh crowd, just across the boundary bridge in Co. Kerry, kept supporting us. They happened to be in a different Parish. I'm sorry to day that some of the Priests in those days had the "power" over the people then ---- and they certainly used and abused it. It was not until one day cycling to Castletownbere, my father came across the Priest out walking. My father jumped off the bicycle and said to the Priest: "May God forgive you, Father. You are taking the bread out of my childrens' mouths". From that day on, the Priest didn't interfere again. Even allowing for all that blackguarding by the Priest, my father and mother kept going to Mass, and always said the Rosary every night before going to bed. Not all Priests were like that. Some were very fine and noble men. I have some really good Priest friends today, but I'm sad to say that some of the Priests away back in my very small days were pure dictators --- and, unfortunately, the Church is suffering today after years of that kind of "goings on" by some who were certainly not carrying out the Word of God as it should have been carried out by them. A big number of the young generation now are not going to Mass at all ---- again, unfortunately. I'll finish by telling you the true story of an old man in our own Parish who went to Confession one time. Let us say for the purpose of the story that his name was Jack Sullivan ----- though that was not his real name. In he went to the Confession box and slowly knelt down. The Priest, who I must say, was bit of an "odd-ball", pulled back the shutter and looked out. "You're Jack Sullivan, aren't you ?. "I am, Father", said old Jack slowly. "I hear that you have great spuds (=potatoes)", said the Priest. "Weeshia, I have, Father", replied Jack. "You might send me west a bag of them next week", said the Priest. "Alright so, Father", replied Jack. With that, the Priest started pulling back the shutter. While the shutter was about half-way across, Jack stuck in his nose, and said he: "And what about my sins, Father ?" "That's alright", said the Priest. "Send me west the bag of spuds next week" ---- and closed the shutter. And that was the end of Jack's Confession !!! ----- Riobard. On 15 January 2013 21:12, Dr. Dan Harrington <[email protected]>wrote: > Thank you Riobard from St. Lucia > > Dan Harrington > > On Tue, Jan 15, 2013 at 2:10 PM, Riobard O' Dwyer <[email protected] > >wrote: > > > *Hello, Beara folks all over the world, > > This is that man from Beara calling. > > His name is Riobard. I have awoken from what I thought would be a > fine, > > long rest from tormenting you all ---- and I hope to be taking that rest > > again soon. But I couldn't let Bill Gawne down. He is a man in a > > million, > > and has done magnificent and hard work keeping the Beara column going. > The > > column has been thin on the ground lately ---- and if that excellent > column > > for Beara people far and wide ever falls by the wayside, you and I will > be > > lamenting the fact ---- but it will then be too late. I hope as many as > can > > of you will make a big effort to help Bill by submitting an article now > and > > then. As long as it will be of some interest at all, in order to keep > > the > > column going for as long as possible for all our sakes, it will be very > > welcome. You don't have to be one of the top writers in the world. Just > be > > an ordinary one like myself ---- and we'll all get by. And what is more > > important, the Beara column will have a new lease of life. > > To help in getting the ball rolling again in a livelier fashion, I > will > > start tomorrow, in my own small way, by telling you what life was like > in > > my own small Village of Ardgroom in the Beara Peninsula in the days now > > long by when I was just a little fellow. > > 'Til then, very best wishes from > > Riobard. > > * > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes > > in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > -- *Riobard (O'Dwyer)* ------------------------------ Message: 2 Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 13:26:42 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: [BEARA] The Beara Column. To: [email protected] Message-ID: <1422238928[email protected]b1.c17.bise6.blackberry> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" "The Borderline Ballroom, where Cork meets Kerry". I remember it well. Where in inward was the Protestant Church Riobard? Sent on the Sprint? Now Network from my BlackBerry? -----Original Message----- From: "Riobard O' Dwyer" <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 12:10:03 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [BEARA] The Beara Column. Hello Folks, Been away for the past 9 or so days ---- Joan had an ankle broken in two places. I'll just have time for the moment to give you another episode of my Village when I was a small boy ---- and then forgive me for leaving you waiting until you hear from me again ---- didn't know that it was going to be like this when I started ---- but such is life. In my very young days, I remember my father and Tim (Dorohy) O'Sullivan building with their blocks the first parts of the walls of the Dance Hall in Ardgroom. Both, hard-working men, are long dead R.I.P. The Protestant Church in Ardgroom Inward was then a long time closed, so my father got the diamond windows of it. He built the roof of the Dance Hall himself. In those days the time for dancing was very short, and the Priests were dead against dancing at all. I remember as a lad of 10 years of age sitting in a seat in Ardgroom Church beside my father and mother, and listening to the Priest denouncing my father from the Altar for not closing his hall at 10 o'clock on a Sunday night !! The Priest came into the Hall another night, and spread out his hands, giving his signal to the crowd to get out. The Priest used ask people in the Confession Box if they were dancing in O'Dwyers' Hall the Sunday night before. Many of the local crowd were so much afraid of the Priest that they used be walking up and down the road outside the Dance Hall, afraid to go in. The Lauragh crowd, just across the boundary bridge in Co. Kerry, kept supporting us. They happened to be in a different Parish. I'm sorry to day that some of the Priests in those days had the "power" over the people then ---- and they certainly used and abused it. It was not until one day cycling to Castletownbere, my father came across the Priest out walking. My father jumped off the bicycle and said to the Priest: "May God forgive you, Father. You are taking the bread out of my childrens' mouths". From that day on, the Priest didn't interfere again. Even allowing for all that blackguarding by the Priest, my father and mother kept going to Mass, and always said the Rosary every night before going to bed. Not all Priests were like that. Some were very fine and noble men. I have some really good Priest friends today, but I'm sad to say that some of the Priests away back in my very small days were pure dictators --- and, unfortunately, the Church is suffering today after years of that kind of "goings on" by some who were certainly not carrying out the Word of God as it should have been carried out by them. A big number of the young generation now are not going to Mass at all ---- again, unfortunately. I'll finish by telling you the true story of an old man in our own Parish who went to Confession one time. Let us say for the purpose of the story that his name was Jack Sullivan ----- though that was not his real name. In he went to the Confession box and slowly knelt down. The Priest, who I must say, was bit of an "odd-ball", pulled back the shutter and looked out. "You're Jack Sullivan, aren't you ?. "I am, Father", said old Jack slowly. "I hear that you have great spuds (=potatoes)", said the Priest. "Weeshia, I have, Father", replied Jack. "You might send me west a bag of them next week", said the Priest. "Alright so, Father", replied Jack. With that, the Priest started pulling back the shutter. While the shutter was about half-way across, Jack stuck in his nose, and said he: "And what about my sins, Father ?" "That's alright", said the Priest. "Send me west the bag of spuds next week" ---- and closed the shutter. And that was the end of Jack's Confession !!! ----- Riobard. On 15 January 2013 21:12, Dr. Dan Harrington <[email protected]>wrote: > Thank you Riobard from St. Lucia > > Dan Harrington > > On Tue, Jan 15, 2013 at 2:10 PM, Riobard O' Dwyer <[email protected] > >wrote: > > > *Hello, Beara folks all over the world, > > This is that man from Beara calling. > > His name is Riobard. I have awoken from what I thought would be a > fine, > > long rest from tormenting you all ---- and I hope to be taking that rest > > again soon. But I couldn't let Bill Gawne down. He is a man in a > > million, > > and has done magnificent and hard work keeping the Beara column going. > The > > column has been thin on the ground lately ---- and if that excellent > column > > for Beara people far and wide ever falls by the wayside, you and I will > be > > lamenting the fact ---- but it will then be too late. I hope as many as > can > > of you will make a big effort to help Bill by submitting an article now > and > > then. As long as it will be of some interest at all, in order to keep > > the > > column going for as long as possible for all our sakes, it will be very > > welcome. You don't have to be one of the top writers in the world. Just > be > > an ordinary one like myself ---- and we'll all get by. And what is more > > important, the Beara column will have a new lease of life. > > To help in getting the ball rolling again in a livelier fashion, I > will > > start tomorrow, in my own small way, by telling you what life was like > in > > my own small Village of Ardgroom in the Beara Peninsula in the days now > > long by when I was just a little fellow. > > 'Til then, very best wishes from > > Riobard. > > * > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes > > in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > -- *Riobard (O'Dwyer)* ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------ Message: 3 Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 07:07:41 -0800 (PST) From: pat oleary <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [BEARA] The beginning of the story To: [email protected] Message-ID: <[email protected]> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 --- On Wed, 1/16/13, Riobard O' Dwyer <[email protected]> wrote: From: Riobard O' Dwyer <[email protected]> Subject: [BEARA] The beginning of the story To: [email protected] Date: Wednesday, January 16, 2013, 3:54 PM *???Just in from Bantry Hospital, and then to a (funeral) removal in Castletownbere, and we must head off to a Cork City Hospital very early tomorrow morning* ----? *Joan happened to fracture just above the ankle. But I had made you a promise that I would get my story started for you --- and I like to keep a promise, if I can at all. Time, unfortunately, forces me to begin only the beginning for the moment. *???Ardgroom Village in the Beara Peninsula lies in County Cork, but just over the County Kerry border. In it lived many, many years ago a small lad who his mother described as being a bit "arch" !! ---- and whose name was Riobard (O'Dwyer) ---- me. ???An example of this was:- When going to the Primary School at about 10 years of age, there happened to be another lad in my own class by the name of Vincie (Jer Denny) Harrington, about 10 years of age also. ???One day in class, the teacher was telling us that Our Lord died on the Cross, and was buried, but that He rose again after 3 days. Vincie and I decided that we would test out to see if Kate O'Hara's duck would be as powerful with those wonderful deeds as Our Lord. Kate O'Hara was an old lady who had a small shop in the Village, She had some ducks in her backyard. So Vincie and I took the "loan" of one of Kate O'Hara's ducks to try out a test if Kate O'Hara' duck would have the same power as Our Lord, as regards Our Lord's wonderful deeds. Off we went with the duck to a small field behind the Village; dug a big hole; and buried Kate O'Hara's duck in it. We waited for 3 days to see if the duck would then arise like Our Lord. But, when we arrived at the duck's "graveyard", and dug up the "grave" to see if? the duck was able to perform the same miracle as Our Lord did --- but, alas, the duck was still there as dead as the day we buried her. That certainly proved to us that Our Lord had far more power than Kate O'Hara's duck !!! ???More to follow, when I have the chance. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ---- Riobard ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------ Message: 4 Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 17:08:11 +0000 From: "Riobard O' Dwyer" <[email protected]> Subject: [BEARA] When I was very young, To: [email protected] Message-ID: <[email protected]om> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 *In the olden days, when I was very young, dancing in our hall in Ardgroom Village was from 8pm to 10pm.* Even so, the Priest was against dancing at all. I remember at 10 years of age sitting beside my father and mother in Ardgroom Church, and listening to the Priest denouncing my father from the Altar because he wouldn't close his Dance Hall at 10 o'clock on a Sunday night. The Priest used ask people in Confession if they were dancing in our Hall the previous Sunday night. He used come into the Hall and spread our his hands to frighten out of the Hall the dancers in it. Many people were walking up and down outside the hall afraid of the Priest, who certainly both used and abused the "power" he was supposed to have. It was not until my father, when cycling to Castletownbere one day, met the Priest who was out walking. He jumped off his bike and said to the Priest: "May God forgive you Father. You are taking the bread out of my childrens' mouths". Through all the Priest's blackguarding, my father and mother kept going to Mass, and they always said the Rosary every night before they went to bed. I'm sorry to say that in those days, many Priests were just pure dictators. Times have now changed alot. People, and many of those of the younger generation don't go to Mass at all. Some Priests are doing the Church alot of damage. I'm glad that I have several good Priests among my friends T.G. When I have time some day again, I'll continue. ----- Riobard. ------------------------------ Message: 5 Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 19:38:10 +0000 From: "Riobard O' Dwyer" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [BEARA] The Beara Column. To: [email protected], [email protected] Message-ID: <[email protected]om> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 The Protestant Church was in the townland of Reenavaude, in Ardgroom Inward ---- almost beside the road going out to Ardgroom Village; beside what is now Donie Murphy's house, and before you come to Cumeendeach cross As far as I know, some parts of the walls are there still. ---- Riobard. On 26 January 2013 13:26, <[email protected]> wrote: > "The Borderline Ballroom, where Cork meets Kerry". I remember it well. > Where in inward was the Protestant Church Riobard? > Sent on the Sprint? Now Network from my BlackBerry? > > -----Original Message----- > From: "Riobard O' Dwyer" <[email protected]> > Sender: [email protected] > Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 12:10:03 > To: <[email protected]> > Reply-To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [BEARA] The Beara Column. > > Hello Folks, > Been away for the past 9 or so days ---- Joan had an ankle > broken in two places. I'll just have time for the moment to give you > another episode of my Village when I was a small boy ---- and then forgive > me for leaving you waiting until you hear from me again ---- didn't know > that it was going to be like this when I started ---- but such is life. > In my very young days, I remember my father and Tim > (Dorohy) O'Sullivan building with their blocks the first parts of the > walls > of the Dance Hall in Ardgroom. Both, hard-working men, are long dead > R.I.P. > The Protestant Church in Ardgroom Inward was then a long time closed, so > my > father got the diamond windows of it. He built the roof of the Dance Hall > himself. > In those days the time for dancing was very short, and the > Priests were dead against dancing at all. I remember as a lad of 10 years > of age sitting in a seat in Ardgroom Church beside my father and mother, > and listening to the Priest denouncing my father from the Altar for not > closing his hall at 10 o'clock on a Sunday night !! The Priest came into > the Hall another night, and spread out his hands, giving his signal to the > crowd to get out. The Priest used ask people in the Confession Box if they > were dancing in O'Dwyers' Hall the Sunday night before. Many of the local > crowd were so much afraid of the Priest that they used be walking up and > down the road outside the Dance Hall, afraid to go in. The Lauragh crowd, > just across the boundary bridge in Co. Kerry, kept supporting us. They > happened to be in a different Parish. I'm sorry to day that some of the > Priests in those days had the "power" over the people then ---- and they > certainly used and abused it. It was not until one day cycling to > Castletownbere, my father came across the Priest out walking. My father > jumped off the bicycle and said to the Priest: "May God forgive you, > Father. You are taking the bread out of my childrens' mouths". From that > day on, the Priest didn't interfere again. Even allowing for all that > blackguarding by the Priest, my father and mother kept going to Mass, and > always said the Rosary every night before going to bed. Not all Priests > were like that. Some were very fine and noble men. I have some really good > Priest friends today, but I'm sad to say that some of the Priests away > back > in my very small days were pure dictators --- and, unfortunately, the > Church is suffering today after years of that kind of "goings on" by some > who were certainly not carrying out the Word of God as it should have been > carried out by them. A big number of the young generation now are not > going > to Mass at all ---- again, unfortunately. > I'll finish by telling you the true story of an old man in our own > Parish who went to Confession one time. Let us say for the purpose of the > story that his name was Jack Sullivan ----- though that was not his real > name. In he went to the Confession box and slowly knelt down. The Priest, > who I must say, was bit of an "odd-ball", pulled back the shutter and > looked out. "You're Jack Sullivan, aren't you ?. "I am, Father", said old > Jack slowly. "I hear that you have great spuds (=potatoes)", said the > Priest. "Weeshia, I have, Father", replied Jack. "You might send me west a > bag of them next week", said the Priest. "Alright so, Father", replied > Jack. With that, the Priest started pulling back the shutter. While the > shutter was about half-way across, Jack stuck in his nose, and said he: > "And what about my sins, Father ?" "That's alright", said the Priest. > "Send > me west the bag of spuds next week" ---- and closed the shutter. And that > was the end of Jack's Confession !!! > ----- Riobard. > > > On 15 January 2013 21:12, Dr. Dan Harrington > <[email protected]>wrote: > > > Thank you Riobard from St. Lucia > > > > Dan Harrington > > > > On Tue, Jan 15, 2013 at 2:10 PM, Riobard O' Dwyer < > [email protected] > > >wrote: > > > > > *Hello, Beara folks all over the world, > > > This is that man from Beara calling. > > > His name is Riobard. I have awoken from what I thought would be a > > fine, > > > long rest from tormenting you all ---- and I hope to be taking that > rest > > > again soon. But I couldn't let Bill Gawne down. He is a man in a > million, > > > and has done magnificent and hard work keeping the Beara column > > > going. > > The > > > column has been thin on the ground lately ---- and if that excellent > > column > > > for Beara people far and wide ever falls by the wayside, you and I > > > will > > be > > > lamenting the fact ---- but it will then be too late. I hope as many > > > as > > can > > > of you will make a big effort to help Bill by submitting an article > > > now > > and > > > then. As long as it will be of some interest at all, in order to keep > the > > > column going for as long as possible for all our sakes, it will be > > > very > > > welcome. You don't have to be one of the top writers in the world. > > > Just > > be > > > an ordinary one like myself ---- and we'll all get by. And what is > > > more > > > important, the Beara column will have a new lease of life. > > > To help in getting the ball rolling again in a livelier fashion, I > > will > > > start tomorrow, in my own small way, by telling you what life was > > > like > > in > > > my own small Village of Ardgroom in the Beara Peninsula in the days > > > now > > > long by when I was just a little fellow. > > > 'Til then, very best wishes from > > > Riobard. > > > * > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes > > > in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes > > in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > -- > *Riobard (O'Dwyer)* > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > -- *Riobard (O'Dwyer)* ------------------------------ To contact the BEARA list administrator, send an email to [email protected] To post a message to the BEARA mailing list, send an email to [email protected] __________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word "unsubscribe" without the quotes in the subject and the body of the email with no additional text. 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