Oh no, has Pat's email been hacked? I am getting some information that does not seem like it would be coming from her. Liz -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs

Hi List, I've just discovered another set of 3xgreat-grandparents. They were James LEAHY and Bridget HARTY. Their son Thomas migrated to Queensland, Australia in the 1860s and was later followed by his neices and nephew. Thomas and his sister Bridget (my 2xgreat-grandmother) were from the RC parish of Ballybricken. Bridget married Joseph LYSAGHT in 1862. She and Joseph did not leave Ireland and lived in the townland of Stonepark (Ludden civil parish). I have seen church records for Ballybricken, but have not found baptisms for children of James LEAHY and Bridget HARTY and have always wondered if they were from another parish. They would have been born during the 1830s and 40s. Has anyone come across them? With thanks, Jo Mitchell Geelong, Australia

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My favorite!! DOC from PA, USA A man walked into a bar in Boston MA, USA and said , "Bartender, A Jameson with a Guiness chaser, if you please! A drunk at the end of the bar picked his head up and said, " Laddy, Is that an Irish brogue that I'm hearin now?" Said the first "Yes, it is, sir. I'm from the olde sod", I am! The drunk said "Sweet Jashus, man, I too am from the olde sod. Bartender, another Jameson and Guiness for me and for my friend from the olde sod, please!" And they each downed them rapidly! Said the first, "And what part of the olde sod are you from lad?" The drunk replied, "From Dublin, I am, sir!" Said the first, "Glory be to Gawd, man, I, too am from Dublin! Bartender! A Jameson and Guiness for me and for my friend from the olde sod of Dublin!" And they each downed them rapidly! The drunk asked, "And where abouts in Dublin are you from now, lad?" Said the first, "From OConnell Street in Dublin of the olde sod, sir!" The drunk exclaimed, "Jasus, Mary and Joseph! I too am from OConnell street in Dublin of the olde sod! Bartender! Another Jameson and Guiness for me and for my new friend from OConnell Street in Dublin of the olde sod!" And they each downed them rapidly! When each had finished, the drunk asked, "And where on OConnell Street in Dublin of the olde sod did you live, sir?" Said the first, "212 and a half OConnell Street!" The drunk exclaimed, "On me mother's grave, tiz a miracle, laddy. I too am from 212 and a half OConnell Street! Bartender another...." At this point the bartender yelled downstairs where the supplies were kept and said, "Sean can you be bringin' up a new case of Jameson and Guiness quickly to me now?" The reply came back asking, "What, you must have a big crowd up there tonight, Shamus!" The bartender replied, "No, Sean! It's just the McCleary twins. They're drunk again!!!"

Very cute!!! --- On Wed, 1/26/11, Maree Posthuma <[email protected]> wrote: From: Maree Posthuma <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week To: [email protected] Date: Wednesday, January 26, 2011, 9:19 PM loved it, thanks for sharing, Cheers Maree ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, January 27, 2011 11:53 AM Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week > My favorite!!  DOC from PA, USA > > A man walked into a bar in Boston MA, USA and  said ,  "Bartender, A > Jameson with a Guiness chaser, if you please! >    A drunk at the end of the bar picked his head up  and said, " Laddy, Is > that an Irish brogue that I'm hearin now?" > Said the first "Yes, it is, sir.  I'm from the olde sod", I am! >    The drunk said "Sweet Jashus, man, I too am from  the olde sod. > Bartender,  another Jameson and  Guiness for me and  for my friend from > the olde > sod, please!" >                    And  they each downed them rapidly! > > Said the first, "And what part of the olde sod are you from lad?" >    The drunk replied, "From Dublin, I am, sir!" > Said the first, "Glory be to Gawd, man, I, too am from Dublin! > Bartender! > A Jameson and Guiness for me and for my friend from the olde  sod of > Dublin!" >                    And  they each downed them rapidly! > >    The drunk asked, "And where abouts in Dublin are  you from now, lad?" > Said the first, "From OConnell Street in Dublin of the olde sod,  sir!" >    The drunk exclaimed, "Jasus, Mary and Joseph!   I too am from OConnell > street in Dublin of the olde sod!  Bartender!   Another Jameson and > Guiness > for me and for my new friend from OConnell Street in  Dublin of the olde > sod!" >                    And  they each downed them rapidly! > >    When each had finished, the drunk asked, "And where  on OConnell Street > in Dublin of the olde sod did you live, sir?" > Said the first, "212 and a half OConnell Street!" >    The drunk exclaimed, "On me mother's grave, tiz a  miracle, laddy.  I > too am from 212 and a half OConnell Street!   Bartender another...." > > At this point the bartender yelled downstairs where the supplies were > kept > and said, "Sean can you be bringin' up a new case of Jameson and Guiness > quickly to me now?" > > The reply came back asking, "What, you must have a big crowd up there > tonight, Shamus!" > > The bartender replied, "No, Sean!  It's just the McCleary twins.  They're > drunk again!!!" > > > > > > ------------------------------- > 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

Over here, in very sunny South Africa, my family loved it too. I couldn't stop giggling when I got to the end. On 25 January 2011 00:52, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: > Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that anyone > would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. I > posted it to my Facebook page too. > > On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected] > >wrote: > > > HAHAHAHAHAHA!! That was great. > > > > > > ------------------------------- > 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 >

Here's one you might enjoy and I hope nobody is offended. *Old Timer Sex* The husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.' 'Yes', she says, 'I remember it well.' 'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?' 'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!' A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them. The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.. The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know. After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman is still watching and thinks to himself, 'this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is.' So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?' Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.' On 25 January 2011 14:17, judith gilmore <[email protected]> wrote: > Here in very snowy New England we loved it too! > > Judy > > --- On Tue, 1/25/11, monica sutherland <[email protected]> wrote: > > From: monica sutherland <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week > To: [email protected] > Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011, 9:02 AM > > Over here, in very sunny South Africa, my family loved it too. I couldn't > stop giggling when I got to the end. > > On 25 January 2011 00:52, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that > anyone > > would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. > I > > posted it to my Facebook page too. > > > > On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected] > > >wrote: > > > > > HAHAHAHAHAHA!! That was great. > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > 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 > > > > > > ------------------------------- > 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 >

Good one! And thank you for sharing. I do not feel so alone now. Liz, in very cold, and very snowy Maine On Tue, Jan 25, 2011 at 9:43 AM, JJ Woods <[email protected]> wrote: > Here's one you might enjoy and I hope nobody is offended. > > > *Old Timer Sex* > > > >

hahahahaha!!  Great one.  My Limerick friends are giving me a supply of jokes that I can share with my Red Hat ladies for the next few months!!  Thank you!! --- On Tue, 1/25/11, JJ Woods <[email protected]> wrote: From: JJ Woods <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week To: [email protected] Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011, 9:43 AM Here's one you might enjoy and I hope nobody is offended. *Old Timer Sex* The husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.' 'Yes', she says, 'I remember it well.' 'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?' 'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!' A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them. The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.. The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know. After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman is still watching and thinks to himself, 'this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is.' So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?' Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.' On 25 January 2011 14:17, judith gilmore <[email protected]> wrote: > Here in very snowy New England we loved it too! > >  Judy > > --- On Tue, 1/25/11, monica sutherland <[email protected]> wrote: > > From: monica sutherland <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week > To: [email protected] > Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011, 9:02 AM > > Over here, in very sunny South Africa, my family loved it too. I couldn't > stop giggling when I got to the end. > > On 25 January 2011 00:52, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that > anyone > > would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. > I > > posted it to my Facebook page too. > > > > On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected] > > >wrote: > > > > > HAHAHAHAHAHA!!  That was great. > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > 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 > > > > > > ------------------------------- > 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

Here in very snowy New England we loved it too!  Judy --- On Tue, 1/25/11, monica sutherland <[email protected]> wrote: From: monica sutherland <[email protected]> Subject: Re: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week To: [email protected] Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011, 9:02 AM Over here, in very sunny South Africa, my family loved it too. I couldn't stop giggling when I got to the end. On 25 January 2011 00:52, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: > Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that anyone > would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. I > posted it to my Facebook page too. > > On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected] > >wrote: > > > HAHAHAHAHAHA!!  That was great. > > > > > > ------------------------------- > 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

Loved it....and the quote at the bottom as well. Thanks for sharing. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry -----Original Message----- From: Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 14:53:48 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week - Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. Looking for his ball, he found a little leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head, and the golfer's ball beside him. Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him. "Arrgh! What happened?" the leprechaun asked. "I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks off. "What a nice guy," the leprechaun said to himself. "I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three things I would want: a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life." A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the leprechaun is there waiting for him. "'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here," the little guy said. "I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?" "My game is fantastic!" the golfer answered. "I'm an internationally famous golfer now." He added, "By the way, it's good to see you're all right." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. The golfer blushed, turned his head away in embarrassment, and said shyly, "It's okay." "C'mon, c'mon now," urged the leprechaun, "I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?" Blushing even more, the golfer looked around, then whispered, "Once, sometimes twice a week." "What?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs ------------------------------- 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

Thanks Guys! I really appreciate your responses. I was not sure that anyone would like it...and I was even more sure that you all had read it before. I posted it to my Facebook page too. On Mon, Jan 24, 2011 at 5:46 PM, diane lavazza <[email protected]>wrote: > HAHAHAHAHAHA!! That was great. > >

- Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. Looking for his ball, he found a little leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head, and the golfer's ball beside him. Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him. "Arrgh! What happened?" the leprechaun asked. "I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks off. "What a nice guy," the leprechaun said to himself. "I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three things I would want: a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life." A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the leprechaun is there waiting for him. "'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here," the little guy said. "I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?" "My game is fantastic!" the golfer answered. "I'm an internationally famous golfer now." He added, "By the way, it's good to see you're all right." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. The golfer blushed, turned his head away in embarrassment, and said shyly, "It's okay." "C'mon, c'mon now," urged the leprechaun, "I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?" Blushing even more, the golfer looked around, then whispered, "Once, sometimes twice a week." "What?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!  That was great. --- On Mon, 1/24/11, Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> wrote: From: Elizabeth Dow <[email protected]> Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor Week To: [email protected] Date: Monday, January 24, 2011, 2:53 PM - Hope this is not too offensive to anyone, and I am sure it has been read by all of you...but it is the only joke I know. Liz A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. Looking for his ball, he found a little leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head, and the golfer's ball beside him. Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him. "Arrgh! What happened?" the leprechaun asked. "I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer replied. "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?" asked the leprechaun. "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answered in relief. "I don't want anything. I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize." And with that, the golfer walks off. "What a nice guy," the leprechaun said to himself. "I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three things I would want: a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life." A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the leprechaun is there waiting for him. "'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here," the little guy said. "I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?" "My game is fantastic!" the golfer answered. "I'm an internationally famous golfer now." He added, "By the way, it's good to see you're all right." "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?" the little guy asked. "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer stated. "When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 notes I didn't even know were there!" "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?" asked the leprechaun. The golfer blushed, turned his head away in embarrassment, and said shyly, "It's okay." "C'mon, c'mon now," urged the leprechaun, "I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?" Blushing even more, the golfer looked around, then whispered, "Once, sometimes twice a week." "What?!" exclaimed the Leprechaun in shock and disbelief. "That's all?! Only once or twice a week?!" "Well," replied the golfer, "I believe that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish." -- ~I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.~ John Burroughs ------------------------------- 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

Funny! : ) Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry -----Original Message----- From: "Sheila Collins" <[email protected]> Sender: [email protected] Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 23:28:25 To: <[email protected]> Reply-To: [email protected] Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor week It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed. He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow." "I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get, and watch the expression on her face." When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!" ------------------------------- 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

It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed. He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow." "I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get, and watch the expression on her face." When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!"

I told this at my Red Hats meeting this month.  The girls know that I have Irish blood in me and am a Catholic, so no one was offended.  Hope this makes you laugh too.       An Irish daughter had not been home for over a year.  Upon her return, her father became upset with her.  "Where have you been all this time?  Why did ye not write to us, not even a line?  Why didn't ye call?  Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru?   The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff.....Dad ....I became a prostitute...."   "Ye what!!!?" Out of here, ye shameless girl!!  Sinner!!  You're a disgrace to this Catholic family!!"   "OK, Dad..as ye wish.  I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate.  For me little brother, this gold Rolex.  And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mecedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside, plus a membership to the country club.....(takes a breath)...and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Rivera and..."   "Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says Dad.   Girl crying again, "Sniff, sniff...a prostitute Daddy!  Sniff, sniff"   "Oh, Be Jesus!  Ye scared me half to death, girl!!  I thought ye said a Protestant.  Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!!!!"  

hahahahaha!!  This one is cute!!! --- On Sun, 1/23/11, Sheila Collins <[email protected]> wrote: From: Sheila Collins <[email protected]> Subject: [IRL-LIMERICK] Humor week To: [email protected] Date: Sunday, January 23, 2011, 6:28 PM It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed. He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow." "I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get, and watch the expression on her face." When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!" ------------------------------- 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

How to get to Heaven from Ireland... I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting into heaven. I asked them, 'If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?' 'NO!' the children answered. 'If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the garden, and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?' Again, the answer was 'NO!' By now I was starting to smile. 'Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?' Again, they all answered 'NO!'. I was just bursting with pride for them. I continued, "Then how can I get into heaven?" A six year-old boy shouted out: "YUV GOTTA BE FLIPPIN' DEAD!" It's a curious race, the Irish.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: St. Ita's R.C. Church-Kilmeedy/Feenagh Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2011 16:37:55 +0000 Has anyone ever been able to obtain records from St. Ita's? Last year I emailed & snailmailed the pastor; no response! I am still trying to find out about my gr gr grndmthr's death, guessing to be circa 1849... Johanna Vaughan Guiry, wife of Patrick Guiry(Geary). Five children, Thomas 1833, James 1834, Maurice 1836, Mary 1838 & Catherine 1840. Patrick & Maurice immigrated to U.S. 1849. A source that could have been helpful, Nora Quilty is now in a nursing home and is unable to get around. Her mail was returned with a little note informing me of her condition. The Quiltys & Guirys were neighboring farmers - 1827-1849 in Ballinruane & Bohard Townlands. just North of Kilmeedy. Any help will be most grateful. Joe Geary