May 2018 – Page 2 – Alan Skeoch

IRISH COUNTRY ROAD

When Gabriela, the kids and Marjorie and I toured Southern Ireland a year or so ago, the roads were empty as the tourist season had not begun.

This quaint and starkly beautiful road get jammed in the summer but for us it was a lonely adventure. I think it is located down in the Southwest

corner of Ireland…perhaps the Dingle. No matter, places like this are easy to find. Just imagine subsisting on potatoes on those tiny fields and then

suddenly discovering the plants had shrivelled up and died. That happened in the 1840’s. Remnants of bad times are easy to find. But the

local pubs wash away the grief…or maybe just hide it deeper.

When I worked a few miles from here in 1960 sites such as tis were not uncommon around Bunmahon, County Waterford. No doubt long gone now for Ireland

underwent a wave of investment that made a lot of changes. But not so many that the flavours of the past were all consumed…for this picture was tanned in 2014 I think.

See if you can find one lone cow.

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May 2018

“WASN’T THAT A PARTY?”

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April 30, 2018

Jeannette Chau nominated me for a Marty Award. Super flattering thing to do, especially since we had really seen each other for around 40 years…way back when I was a teacher of history

at Parkdale Collegiate Institute and she was a student. Imagine that. Please forgive if this photo essay seems a trifle vain. The whole affair made us, Marjorie and me, feel good. So we are sharing.

What are the Marty Awards, you ask? Sounds sort of weird, I know, but very simply put the Marty awards are given to nominated citizens of Mississauga in all the fields of “arts”…music, drama, dance, literature, art, etc.

We have lived in Mississauga since 1968 and we have watched the city grow into one of the largest cities in Canada. BUT we have never really captured the diversity of Mississauga until the evening of April 30.

“Alan, can you come to the reception we have for Finalists at the Live Restaurant, it will be fun?”

So Marjorie and I went to the Living Arts Centre on April 30. What a party. As diverse as Mississauga. Bubbling with enthusiasm , perhaps “joyeux de vivre” (sp?) captures the event best/

NO! The best way to describe the event was done by the Irish Rovers and Ricky Nelson. Remember?

Rovers Irish – Wasn’t That A Party Lyrics

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Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Someone took a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn’t that a party

I’m sure it’s just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbour’s tree

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sittin’ in my back yard, blowing on a sireen
From somebody’s police car

So you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
To re-cover from the party

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

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Rovers Irish – Wasn’t That A Party Lyrics

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Rovers Irish – Wasn’t That A Party Lyrics

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Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Someone took a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn’t that a party

I’m sure it’s just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbour’s tree

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sittin’ in my back yard, blowing on a sireen
From somebody’s police car

So you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
To re-cover from the party

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

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Month: May 2018

“MY OWNER COES NOT BELIEVE IN CARS OR TRUCKS.” (DAY I MET A TALKING HORSE)

IRISH COUNTRY ROAD …IN 2014

“WASN.T THAT A PARTY?” MISSISSAUGA ARTS PRE=MARTY PARTY

Rovers Irish – Wasn’t That A Party Lyrics

Rovers Irish – Wasn’t That A Party Lyrics