This Sunday was my idea of GAA Heaven.My beloved Club playing at 1.45 p.m and the Dubs V Mayo in the All Ireland semi final at 3.30 p.m.It doesn't get much better.
Kilmessan is a fine pitch and most of the Kilmessan,in fact the overwhelming majority ,are the finest of people.
I picked up the auld Bomber Farrell on the way.He is the freshest 68 year old I know and soldiered with me with the juvenile hurlers for a decade when men were men and we inculcated the importance of courage in the game of the Gaels.
We are firmly of the view that the most important attributes of any proponent of the Games of the Gaels are located between breast and buidin i.e.heart and guts.
Still depressed after the disastrous performance of last week against Castletown in the IFC, where we effectively had an eight point start against Castletown and would have to lose by more than than that to be thrown out of the Championship and we did so lose,I was only slightly apprehensive that we might put up another gutless display.
Thanks be to God we didn't.
I N fact were we to win today by over 8 points we could advance to the playoffs.I never thought this on and would have been happy to just win the match and retain our Senior status.
We lined out thus.
Ivan Mc Cormack
Davy Stephens Evan Stephens Aaron Feeney
C,Dempsey B. Wright Davy Mac Cormack
Bomber Farrell C O Shea
Davy Gilkinson J, Moran S.Coogan
C.Harrington L.Martyn Alex Walshe.
Subs introduced.d,Keenan and J.Martin.
Blackhall led by 0-2 to 0-0 when I got there 5 minutes late.
Both teams were on fire in a well contested game of equals .The game swung from end to end in a first half some of which was poetic in its execution.
They have good forwards and our back line had to be and was magnificent in its defending,especially Finn who was marking the biggest full forward I have seen in a long time.
Sprog,Feeney,Dempsey.Wright and Spongee played with valour and skill and the full plethora of those attributes from breast to buidin were on permanent show.
The midfield was even stephen , Harry was plucking them from the sky and Lukie was the master of his markers.Any ball delivered right to him was sure of a minimum pointed free from an accurate Gilkie who punished every misdemeanour ,at least for the first half.
The other forwards tried their dam nest but just don't click fully.They did enough however to earn their keep I thought.
We went in ahead 1-9 to 0-9 and well deserved that lead.
There seemed to me to be a long delay in the referee and Blackhall returning to the fray and this had an unsettling effect on our second half display it seemed to me as we never reached the heights we attained in the first half.,which was riddled with Free's ,some of which were hard to figure and two of which ,organist us, were definitely not frees at all ,both of which were pointed in the dying minutes and which resulted in a drawn result of 0-15 to our 1-12.
Gilky was somewhat erratic in his freaking in the second half and we don't appear to have a plan B
and some of our line pucks were poorly executed .We need to sort this.
I m nitpicking a bit here as this was a hard fought gutsy display overall and a match we rightly won but were denied victory because of two poor decisions by an otherwise good referee.
Wrong decision one was when Finn was wrongly blown for throwing a ball he clearly correctly hand passed and wrong decision two was against Davy Mac for the bravest bit of defending I have seen this many a day.It happened like this.
He and his opponent pulled head height on a fast moving sliotar.The caman was struck out of his hand and his opponent hared towards goal with the sliotar on his stick. Davy followed him without caman ,caught up with him and as the guy pulled on the ball Davy USED his bare hand as a bat and struck the ball away so as the stroke missed the ball
Instead of granting him an award for bravery a free was awarded against him which caused our considerable and dedicated supporters to howl with frustration,
It was somewhat heartening to see that Black hall have stopped that hateful sledging which manifested last time we met by calling our boys Pickeys and that they have largely abandoned the habit of invading the pitch at the merest suspicion of injury and disrupting play .
I t never ceases to amaze me how there can be such a remarkable difference in spirited resistance between our hurling and football teams and it would be interesting to put the hurling team out in block in a football match to see whether that spirit of defiance would translate across.
Ivo kept a clean sheet and his presence has brought something extra to the team and Jordan when he came on had a fine game.Dylan wasn't on ling enough to be rated'
I didn't get all our scorers but Lukie got 1-4 from play ,Gilkie got at least 0-4 and Bomber and Harry a minor apiece.
Were both DOCS,both Brutons ,Liamie Dempsey,Simon Carty,Subs who were togged out today and maybe Brendan Farrell and A Few other former hurlers approached and a full commitment given I could see a Senior Championship coming our way.
But this casual approach by some which exposed us to thumpings in Leinster and against Killyon this year will have to be exorcised once and for all.
Onwards and upwards and Paddy you are doing a good job.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Thursday, August 27, 2015
The pillage and sack of Churchtown
Dot and Vincie or Vincie and Dot are 47 years together this year.Married for 47 years that is.Never
a night apart.Correction.She took bad a few years ago and was confined to Navan Hospital.She couldn't sleep .At all.Nothing worked .Sleeping pills had as much effect as smarties.She missed Vincie too much.Vincie himself hasn't slept for more than a half hour a day for over 40 years.The medics can't cure him nor explain how he keeps going.But he does,
And common sense eventually prevailed in the Hospital.A clever nurse called Vincie at nighttime and he held her hand and HE hushed her to sleep and off she dozed.
They have four kids Ellen Garry,Johnnie,Teresa and Hammer and grand kids aplenty,
They are senior pensioners now .Dot has had severe health problems this past six years.She is still awaiting resolution of her problems and some decent run at a fair quality of life.Doctors have come and doctors have gone as she is passed from one to another.
She was confined to her house day and night because of her condition this last year but left it for one hour only last evening,about more of which anon.
Herself and Vincie are lifelong Pioneers and lifelong supporters of Dunderry GAA Club ,Camogie Club and most social organisation in the Parish,
I am not perfect at anything ,sums especially ,but would be fairly sure that the extended family collected upwards of a quarter million euros for the Club LOTTO this last decade..
Put simply there would be no GAA facilities in Dunderry but for them.They put in the hard hours and the time.
It must be to the shame of some people who hide behind their electronic gates and ignore their bell rings so as to avoid contributing the weekly E.2.00 Lotto, while concurrently sending their offspring to avail of Club facilities.
When the bingo was a big deal and great fundraiser here she was a huge supporter and there was no better man than Vincie to supervise the car parking and greet the exiting hordes with a catchphrase that ran"Any luck with the Bingo Mam "in an accent unique to him.
Of course the anti smoking Taliban and their political allies put an end to these outings for every auld wan and auld fella whose only pleasure in life was a game of bingo and a smoke by the anti smoking ban, transforming them into social outcasts akin to homeless refugees trying to get a gasp of a fag in the freezing rain and often bitter cold outside the halls,
I had the great pleasure of interviewing Mickey ,Vince's bachelor uncle on video in 2008 as I wished to record some of the Club history before men and women of his era disappeared altogether.
Well into his eighties at that stage it was clear he hadn't long to live.In fact he died three weeks after the interview.A lifelong smoker he was brainwashed into quitting them at that age despite the fact that he loved them so much that he asked for a smell of my tobacco pack.
What a pity it is that the same medical professionals aren't as prompt in treating seriously sick elderly patients as they are in harranging them about smoking or the growing list of other pet hates that emerge.
Any how the point is that they minded Mickey at home until he died ,treating him like a King,concurrently minding a clatter of adoring grand kids so as their own kids could earn a living during working hours.
I wouldn't know the financial situation of the Rhattigans BUT would surmise the they have no material wealth of any significance.Vincie was prior to retirement a road operative with Meath Council and Dot a full time housewife and minder of her children and now her grandchildren.Llike my own wife and millions of others her contribution to society when it comes to pension provision is regarded as unworthy of entitlement unless she can prove she is practically a pauper,
Yep in the land where the writs of the bull dikes , the rabid feminists and the Jesus haters run wild , where the Taoiseach on who watch eviction has become common place and who has the temerity to lecture God's representative on earth, the mother who raises her children at home has the same statutory pension status as a dog .
But one thing I am sure of is that it was for this family the words decent ,noble ,caring,exemplary and truly Christian were coined.
They have more nature in the nails of their little fingers than most have in entire bodies,
As I said earlier for one hour yesterday they left the house empty to see two of their grand daughters off to their Debs,
In that hour an unspeakable scumbag or bags broke into their humble house,stole every cent they could find and every valuable ,totally ransacked each and every room ,throwing valuable documentation like birth certs and such like all over the place,flittering all sort of underwear and over ware wheresoever they could find space ,emptying every wardrobe and press in the house and turned beds and all the furniture they could lift head over heels.
I did not thinks it possible that this sort of hack could be wreaked in one hour,but seeing is believing.
To say they are devastate is an understatement.They are understandably wrecked at this dastardly invasion of privacy and wanton destruction.
I do know that the wider community owes them a huge debt of gratitude and strongly feel that anything that can be done to bring the perpetrators to justice should be done without compunction.
I personally feel that it is payback time to this family in the most appropriate manner acceptable to them.
Combined with the targeting of the graveyard for the theft of flowerpots the arrival of the post Christian multicultural Society so beloved of the lefties and their ilk has come to Dunderry big time.
God help us.No one else will.
Oremus.
I know that the Rattigans would kill me for writing this but so in awe of their innate decency is mise that I HAD TO PUT PEN TO PAPER.
Nothing was recoverd and the thieves wore gloves.
As per fucking usual.
And to update the matter the thieves later threw on the roadside the more valueless trinkets for recovery and have not and will not be caught.They live in total fear and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the Insurance Coimpany having seisin of the cover are doing their best to minimise their exposure.THIS IS WHAT THESE COMPANIES DO TO THOSE IT CAN BULLY INTO SUBMISSION IN POST CHRISTIAN MULTICULTURAL IRELAND WHERE THE CRONES WITH THE MOANS MISRULE .
a night apart.Correction.She took bad a few years ago and was confined to Navan Hospital.She couldn't sleep .At all.Nothing worked .Sleeping pills had as much effect as smarties.She missed Vincie too much.Vincie himself hasn't slept for more than a half hour a day for over 40 years.The medics can't cure him nor explain how he keeps going.But he does,
And common sense eventually prevailed in the Hospital.A clever nurse called Vincie at nighttime and he held her hand and HE hushed her to sleep and off she dozed.
They have four kids Ellen Garry,Johnnie,Teresa and Hammer and grand kids aplenty,
They are senior pensioners now .Dot has had severe health problems this past six years.She is still awaiting resolution of her problems and some decent run at a fair quality of life.Doctors have come and doctors have gone as she is passed from one to another.
She was confined to her house day and night because of her condition this last year but left it for one hour only last evening,about more of which anon.
Herself and Vincie are lifelong Pioneers and lifelong supporters of Dunderry GAA Club ,Camogie Club and most social organisation in the Parish,
I am not perfect at anything ,sums especially ,but would be fairly sure that the extended family collected upwards of a quarter million euros for the Club LOTTO this last decade..
Put simply there would be no GAA facilities in Dunderry but for them.They put in the hard hours and the time.
It must be to the shame of some people who hide behind their electronic gates and ignore their bell rings so as to avoid contributing the weekly E.2.00 Lotto, while concurrently sending their offspring to avail of Club facilities.
When the bingo was a big deal and great fundraiser here she was a huge supporter and there was no better man than Vincie to supervise the car parking and greet the exiting hordes with a catchphrase that ran"Any luck with the Bingo Mam "in an accent unique to him.
Of course the anti smoking Taliban and their political allies put an end to these outings for every auld wan and auld fella whose only pleasure in life was a game of bingo and a smoke by the anti smoking ban, transforming them into social outcasts akin to homeless refugees trying to get a gasp of a fag in the freezing rain and often bitter cold outside the halls,
I had the great pleasure of interviewing Mickey ,Vince's bachelor uncle on video in 2008 as I wished to record some of the Club history before men and women of his era disappeared altogether.
Well into his eighties at that stage it was clear he hadn't long to live.In fact he died three weeks after the interview.A lifelong smoker he was brainwashed into quitting them at that age despite the fact that he loved them so much that he asked for a smell of my tobacco pack.
What a pity it is that the same medical professionals aren't as prompt in treating seriously sick elderly patients as they are in harranging them about smoking or the growing list of other pet hates that emerge.
Any how the point is that they minded Mickey at home until he died ,treating him like a King,concurrently minding a clatter of adoring grand kids so as their own kids could earn a living during working hours.
I wouldn't know the financial situation of the Rhattigans BUT would surmise the they have no material wealth of any significance.Vincie was prior to retirement a road operative with Meath Council and Dot a full time housewife and minder of her children and now her grandchildren.Llike my own wife and millions of others her contribution to society when it comes to pension provision is regarded as unworthy of entitlement unless she can prove she is practically a pauper,
Yep in the land where the writs of the bull dikes , the rabid feminists and the Jesus haters run wild , where the Taoiseach on who watch eviction has become common place and who has the temerity to lecture God's representative on earth, the mother who raises her children at home has the same statutory pension status as a dog .
But one thing I am sure of is that it was for this family the words decent ,noble ,caring,exemplary and truly Christian were coined.
They have more nature in the nails of their little fingers than most have in entire bodies,
As I said earlier for one hour yesterday they left the house empty to see two of their grand daughters off to their Debs,
In that hour an unspeakable scumbag or bags broke into their humble house,stole every cent they could find and every valuable ,totally ransacked each and every room ,throwing valuable documentation like birth certs and such like all over the place,flittering all sort of underwear and over ware wheresoever they could find space ,emptying every wardrobe and press in the house and turned beds and all the furniture they could lift head over heels.
I did not thinks it possible that this sort of hack could be wreaked in one hour,but seeing is believing.
To say they are devastate is an understatement.They are understandably wrecked at this dastardly invasion of privacy and wanton destruction.
I do know that the wider community owes them a huge debt of gratitude and strongly feel that anything that can be done to bring the perpetrators to justice should be done without compunction.
I personally feel that it is payback time to this family in the most appropriate manner acceptable to them.
Combined with the targeting of the graveyard for the theft of flowerpots the arrival of the post Christian multicultural Society so beloved of the lefties and their ilk has come to Dunderry big time.
God help us.No one else will.
Oremus.
I know that the Rattigans would kill me for writing this but so in awe of their innate decency is mise that I HAD TO PUT PEN TO PAPER.
Nothing was recoverd and the thieves wore gloves.
As per fucking usual.
And to update the matter the thieves later threw on the roadside the more valueless trinkets for recovery and have not and will not be caught.They live in total fear and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the Insurance Coimpany having seisin of the cover are doing their best to minimise their exposure.THIS IS WHAT THESE COMPANIES DO TO THOSE IT CAN BULLY INTO SUBMISSION IN POST CHRISTIAN MULTICULTURAL IRELAND WHERE THE CRONES WITH THE MOANS MISRULE .
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Dire Dunderry Dumped from I.F.C.by Castletown.
I t is one thing to be beaten by a superior team after giving your best shot at it,
It is another to come out with the white flag of surrender.And aside from the best efforts of the usual veteran suspects and maybe three more recent arrivals this was the worst football championship display I have seen in a decade.
We missed enough handy chances in the first half to be well set up for the second half instead of going in two points in arrears and spent as much of the second half as I could bear to watch passing the ball as near either corner flag as possible before either losing it altogether or simply giving it away and enabling Castletown to come up the field and score at will,and drive the ball past an unprotected Jennings,
After the ceding of a third handy Castletown goal I, for the first time in my life,left an important Dunderry game to save myself emotional devastation.
We were beat 11 points I am informed.From what I saw WE WERE LUCKY TO HOLD THEM TO THIS.
It is no great shock to me that it has come to this.For up to a decade now we have been languishing in the bottommost divisions of minor football and as I discovered to my shock three years ago when I gave a hand with an under 14 football team.Mmost of the better players never trained with Dundery but were the first selected and any attempt by me to do even the most gentle training and insist on it as a prerequisite to selection was resisted in every way by other mentors who considered basic qualities such as availability ,loyalty and team solidarity as quaint concepts.
The pigeons are now coming home to roost big time.
It is as simple as this .Some of the players pay baby sitters to mind their kids when their partners are working so as to attend training. Others think nothing of saving their money to go on gang holidays to the fleshpots of Europe and to hell with their team mates if there are vital matches to be played.
Unfortunately the attitude of casual disregard for the Club and its teammate's has seeped up from our Juvenile section.
God help us.
It is another to come out with the white flag of surrender.And aside from the best efforts of the usual veteran suspects and maybe three more recent arrivals this was the worst football championship display I have seen in a decade.
We missed enough handy chances in the first half to be well set up for the second half instead of going in two points in arrears and spent as much of the second half as I could bear to watch passing the ball as near either corner flag as possible before either losing it altogether or simply giving it away and enabling Castletown to come up the field and score at will,and drive the ball past an unprotected Jennings,
After the ceding of a third handy Castletown goal I, for the first time in my life,left an important Dunderry game to save myself emotional devastation.
We were beat 11 points I am informed.From what I saw WE WERE LUCKY TO HOLD THEM TO THIS.
It is no great shock to me that it has come to this.For up to a decade now we have been languishing in the bottommost divisions of minor football and as I discovered to my shock three years ago when I gave a hand with an under 14 football team.Mmost of the better players never trained with Dundery but were the first selected and any attempt by me to do even the most gentle training and insist on it as a prerequisite to selection was resisted in every way by other mentors who considered basic qualities such as availability ,loyalty and team solidarity as quaint concepts.
The pigeons are now coming home to roost big time.
It is as simple as this .Some of the players pay baby sitters to mind their kids when their partners are working so as to attend training. Others think nothing of saving their money to go on gang holidays to the fleshpots of Europe and to hell with their team mates if there are vital matches to be played.
Unfortunately the attitude of casual disregard for the Club and its teammate's has seeped up from our Juvenile section.
God help us.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Death of Mona Travers formerly of Boyerstown.
I have just heard that Mona Travers ,formerly of Boyerstown and latterly of Navan has died.She was A Bishop before she married John Travers who predeceased her by a number of years.
Carol Callaghan,widow of Peter and mother of Ryan,Sean AND Nicola is one of her daughters.
Her funeral Mass is at 1.00 p.m.tomorrow in Boyerstown Church.
Ar Dheis De go raibh a hanam dilis..
Carol Callaghan,widow of Peter and mother of Ryan,Sean AND Nicola is one of her daughters.
Her funeral Mass is at 1.00 p.m.tomorrow in Boyerstown Church.
Ar Dheis De go raibh a hanam dilis..
Monday, August 17, 2015
The little things that matter most
The eleven o clock Mass last Sunday in Dunderry was an anniversary Mass for Clement Daly of TULLAGHANSTOWN ,who is deceased a good while but whose memory obviously lives on in the minds and thoughts of his descendants.
On the way into the Church I was called aside by Paddy Conway of Halltown who said to a fierce sprightly old gentleman that he would surely have known my mother Peggy Mc Cormack ,who I must clarify is long since dead having lived on this earth for 80 years odd.
Paddy himself is no spring chicken either.
The gent said that he knew all the Mc Cormacks having gone to school with them in Tullaghanstown or TULLAGHANSTOWN ACAMEDY OF EDUCATION as my uncles used call it in jest.
The school is long since gone and is commemorated nowadays in a plaque in the wall of the school in Dunderry..
I had to ask the man who he was and say to him that he was a fierce fresh man to have gone to school with my mother and her siblings .
He is Peter Daly the last survivor of that generation of Dalys and is the freshest man of 90 years I have ever seen.
His memory is crystal clear and he could recall to this day the differing sounds of the axles and wheels of the horse and ass drawn drays and the identities of the owners thereof which enabled himself and his siblings to know who was heading to the bog to cut turf without looking out the window of their house in School or Daly's Lane,where they lived over 80 years ago.
This remarkable man has lived in Monghan for over 70 years and has a slight touch of a Monghan accent and looks certain to draw the centenary bounty from the President and passionately loves his native shore.
He cast doubt on the story my uncles often recounted concerning the floods that flooded the bog cross in 1947 to a depth of 3 feet ,when a tramp travelling from Athboy to Navan mischievously enquired from a local man if this was a Port Town and was advised to ask the local man's bolo....,saying that never a curse word was spoken in Tullaghanstown in those days.
Yeah right.
On the way into the Church I was called aside by Paddy Conway of Halltown who said to a fierce sprightly old gentleman that he would surely have known my mother Peggy Mc Cormack ,who I must clarify is long since dead having lived on this earth for 80 years odd.
Paddy himself is no spring chicken either.
The gent said that he knew all the Mc Cormacks having gone to school with them in Tullaghanstown or TULLAGHANSTOWN ACAMEDY OF EDUCATION as my uncles used call it in jest.
The school is long since gone and is commemorated nowadays in a plaque in the wall of the school in Dunderry..
I had to ask the man who he was and say to him that he was a fierce fresh man to have gone to school with my mother and her siblings .
He is Peter Daly the last survivor of that generation of Dalys and is the freshest man of 90 years I have ever seen.
His memory is crystal clear and he could recall to this day the differing sounds of the axles and wheels of the horse and ass drawn drays and the identities of the owners thereof which enabled himself and his siblings to know who was heading to the bog to cut turf without looking out the window of their house in School or Daly's Lane,where they lived over 80 years ago.
This remarkable man has lived in Monghan for over 70 years and has a slight touch of a Monghan accent and looks certain to draw the centenary bounty from the President and passionately loves his native shore.
He cast doubt on the story my uncles often recounted concerning the floods that flooded the bog cross in 1947 to a depth of 3 feet ,when a tramp travelling from Athboy to Navan mischievously enquired from a local man if this was a Port Town and was advised to ask the local man's bolo....,saying that never a curse word was spoken in Tullaghanstown in those days.
Yeah right.
Death of John Darcy
John Darcy of Ballardin,Dunderry,(beside the football pitch )died last night Sunday 16/08/2015 after a short illness aged,as far as I know,79 years,.
John was a decent man and spent some years in a nursing home in Kells ,a place he enjoyed living in.
Newer residents would know him from his frequent visits in his wheelchair to the village on days of clement weather when he would park around Flanagans Shop and talk to old friends who passed by.
Generally he was brought here and back to Kells by his good and loyal friend Mickey Flanagan.
I knew John well.He was a nice guy and I will do a more detailed tribute after his burial,which I believe will be on Wednesday.
To all his relatives I extend my deepest condolences.
Ar Dheis De go raibh a hanam dilis.
His funeral Mass is in Dunderry Church at 11.00 a.m.Wednesday 19/8/2015 with funeral to local cemetery afterwards.
John was a decent man and spent some years in a nursing home in Kells ,a place he enjoyed living in.
Newer residents would know him from his frequent visits in his wheelchair to the village on days of clement weather when he would park around Flanagans Shop and talk to old friends who passed by.
Generally he was brought here and back to Kells by his good and loyal friend Mickey Flanagan.
I knew John well.He was a nice guy and I will do a more detailed tribute after his burial,which I believe will be on Wednesday.
To all his relatives I extend my deepest condolences.
Ar Dheis De go raibh a hanam dilis.
His funeral Mass is in Dunderry Church at 11.00 a.m.Wednesday 19/8/2015 with funeral to local cemetery afterwards.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
A lesson learned,forgotten and relearned.
I have been distracted of late,snowed under with a huge volume of work,as busy as a bee and have not published a blog for ages.
For those who follow my blogs on the adult Dunderry matches,I have a backlog to put up and will start soon.
I have a number of tributes to do for deceased friends both in Dunderry and Blanch in the most bizarre of years and have much to say on the present Government who have done more to reinstate the Landlord system in Ireland than any other administration since Cromwell cleared the three provinces to Connaught and murdered half the population because they were Catholic.
And it is sad to see that the Labour Party shares his hatred of Catholicism and is threatening to attack the right of religious freedom and the fundamental right of Christians to educate their children in schools with a religious ethos.
They and their ilk are more interested in murdering preborn indigenous Irish in the womb so that they can dilute the Christian ethos of our people and reduce our numbers and replace us with East European stock who regard abortion as a form of birth control .
Don't get me started.
As the fella said "when I wasn't fishing O I was mending my nets."
And when strangers say to you "I wish to have a conversation about..." it would serve you well to remember that that was the opening line of the serpent when he induced Eve to bite the forbidden fruit and led to man's banishment from the garden of Eden.
Anyhow to the lesson mentioned in the title.
In my middle teens a lifetime ago I worked for a summer break from school with a potato wholesaler as a lorry helper.
My job was to lug bags of spuds onto a lorry from the farmer suppliers and from the lorry back to the storage shed.In addition I had to load them onto the lorry each morning and unload them from the lorry to the customers who were supplied all around the city and county of Dublin.
Hard work but sure I was well able for it.
A new lorry driver joined the firm and I was put working with him.Seemed to be a nice guy.
Every morning he would be first into work and would have the lorry loaded before I or anybody else arrived in work.
He would do the deal and I did the grunting throwing the spuds off and often bringing them up five flights of stairs.He collected payment and handed it over at day's end.
Nice and all as he was he only lasted a month.
And here is why .
We used deliver to a small supermarket.The owner noticed our driver lifting small items like disposable razors on a regular basis, a matter I never copped nor suspected.These were not worth much but he informed our boss ,who decided to do a count of the number of bags in the store the night before the mornings when the spuds would be loaded.by our man.
Any how it transpired that our man was selling about ten sacks of spuds each and every day and pocketing the money.
The lesson I learned from this is that if a person is dishonest in little things he will more than likely be dishonest in bigger things.
To my discredit I had forgotten this but have relearned it and chastise myself for forgetting it.
Human nature never changes.
For those who follow my blogs on the adult Dunderry matches,I have a backlog to put up and will start soon.
I have a number of tributes to do for deceased friends both in Dunderry and Blanch in the most bizarre of years and have much to say on the present Government who have done more to reinstate the Landlord system in Ireland than any other administration since Cromwell cleared the three provinces to Connaught and murdered half the population because they were Catholic.
And it is sad to see that the Labour Party shares his hatred of Catholicism and is threatening to attack the right of religious freedom and the fundamental right of Christians to educate their children in schools with a religious ethos.
They and their ilk are more interested in murdering preborn indigenous Irish in the womb so that they can dilute the Christian ethos of our people and reduce our numbers and replace us with East European stock who regard abortion as a form of birth control .
Don't get me started.
As the fella said "when I wasn't fishing O I was mending my nets."
And when strangers say to you "I wish to have a conversation about..." it would serve you well to remember that that was the opening line of the serpent when he induced Eve to bite the forbidden fruit and led to man's banishment from the garden of Eden.
Anyhow to the lesson mentioned in the title.
In my middle teens a lifetime ago I worked for a summer break from school with a potato wholesaler as a lorry helper.
My job was to lug bags of spuds onto a lorry from the farmer suppliers and from the lorry back to the storage shed.In addition I had to load them onto the lorry each morning and unload them from the lorry to the customers who were supplied all around the city and county of Dublin.
Hard work but sure I was well able for it.
A new lorry driver joined the firm and I was put working with him.Seemed to be a nice guy.
Every morning he would be first into work and would have the lorry loaded before I or anybody else arrived in work.
He would do the deal and I did the grunting throwing the spuds off and often bringing them up five flights of stairs.He collected payment and handed it over at day's end.
Nice and all as he was he only lasted a month.
And here is why .
We used deliver to a small supermarket.The owner noticed our driver lifting small items like disposable razors on a regular basis, a matter I never copped nor suspected.These were not worth much but he informed our boss ,who decided to do a count of the number of bags in the store the night before the mornings when the spuds would be loaded.by our man.
Any how it transpired that our man was selling about ten sacks of spuds each and every day and pocketing the money.
The lesson I learned from this is that if a person is dishonest in little things he will more than likely be dishonest in bigger things.
To my discredit I had forgotten this but have relearned it and chastise myself for forgetting it.
Human nature never changes.
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