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  • EPISODE 83: AT TALE OF TWO GARDENS IN PANDEMIC YEAR…CITY GARDEN AND COUNTRY GARDEN JULY 15, 2020

    EPISODE 83   A TALE OF TWO GARDENS IN THE PANDEMIC  YEAR 2020

    COVID 19:  THE PANDEMIC  HAS  CHANGED THE WORLD…BUT WE REMAIN LUCKY AND ALONE

    WHAT HAVE WE BEEN DOING IN OUR ISOLATION?   WELL WE HAVE BEEN GARDEINING AND
    FEEL VERY LUCKY  TO BE ABLE TO DO SO  MARJORIE IS THE BETTER GARDENER AS YOU WILL
    NO DOUBT NOTICE.  MY JOB IS TO FIGHT OFF THE WEEDS.   ONE PICTURE SHOWS HOW OUR
    WEEDS  CAN OUT COMPETE OUR CORN…SEE IF YOU  CAN  FIND  IT.   WOODY HAS BEEN
    INCLUDED  JUST FOR FUN.


    1)  OUR COUNTRY GARDEN…JULY 15, 2020

    . USING PLASTIC CONTAINERS TO TRY AND DISCOURAGE THE WEEDS…SO FAR
    ALL WE HAVE  PRODUCED IS ONE ZUCCHINI.  





    THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE WEEDS OUT COMPETE THE CORN AND
    PUMPKIN PATCH.   WEEDS USUALLY WIN.  LATER IN THE FALL WE WILL SEE
    IF ANY PUMPKINS SURVIVED.   WHY NOT GET IN THERE AND WEED THE PATCH?
    MY EXCUSE  IS SIMPLE…MAYBE THERE ARE BLACK LEGGD  TICKS JUST WAITING
    FOR MY BARE LEGS.   AN EXCUSE.


    THE MILKWEED  PLANTS ARE NOW SIX  FEET HIGH AND HAVE ATTRACTED  TWO MONARCH  BUTTERFLIES.  I HOPE THEY ARE
    HUSBAND AND WIFE AND HAVE LEFT THEIR PROGENY TO WOLF  DOWN THE MILKWEED.   


    WE HAVE FOUR LARGE PONDS ON MY GRANDFATHER’S FROMER FARM.  HE DRAINED THEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.
    WE HAVE DONE THE  REVERSE.  THANKS TO COVID19 WE HAVE CLEARED SOME OF THE LAND  AROUND
    ONE OF OUR PONDS THAT HAS BEEN LOST TO SIGHT FOR A COUPLE  OF  DECADES.  WHEN IT WAS EXCAVATED
    OVER 20 YEARS AGO, THE HUGE EXCAVATING MACHINE HIT QUICK SAND  AND SLOWLY SANK.   TO RESCUE
    THE EXCAVATOR WAS  AN  IMMENSE TASK.  IMAGINE WHAT THIS  POND  WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH THE WRECK
    OF AN EXCAVATOR IN THE MIDDLE…PERHAPS JUST THE NECK REVEALED.

    I INCLUDED  ANGUS MCECHERN’S OLD HAY LOADER TO HELP YOU VISUALIZE WHAT THIS LAND  WAS LIKE  WHEN
    IT WAS A FIELD OF TIMOTHY HAY AND  ERIC, RONNIE, ANGUS AND I STOOD ON THE HAY WAGON WHILE THE LOOSE
    HAY TUMBLED ONTO US AS WE TRIED TO STOW IT.   ANGUS  PULLED OUR CARAVAN … TRACTOR, HAY WAGON, HAY LOADER …
    OVER BESIDE THE WILD CHOKECHERRIES FOR US TO EAT IF  WE GRABBED  THEM FAST.

    ALAN SKEOCH
    JULY 15, 2020


    A FEW YEARS AGO I USED THIS OPEN SPACE TO BURN WOODEN  TRASH.
    MARJORIE MADE ME CONVERT THE SPACE TO GRASS.  I AM NOT SURE
    THAT WAS A GOOD  IDEA BUT DID IT ANYWAY.  YOU BE THE JUDGE.


    2)  OUR CITY GARDEN … PLANTED  AND  NURSED BY MARJORIE      JULY 25, 2020



    ALAN SKEOCH’
    JULY 15, 2020

    P>S>    I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN IRELAND…MORE EPISODES COMING NOW THAT
    DAN DWAN HAS REACHED ACROSS THE ATLANTIC TO TOUCH  BASE WITH ME.
    BARNEY DWAN IS ALIVE AND WELL…REMEMBER HIM?  MY RIGHT HAND  MAN
    IN 1960 WHO I CALLED  BANDY BECAUSE OF THE IRISH  ACCENT.



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    July 19, 2020
  • EPISODE 82 BUNMAHON 1960 … A STARTLING LETTER RECIEVED JULY 16, 2020

    EPISODE 82    BUNMAHON 2960…A STARTLING LETTER RECEIVED JULY 16, 2020



    NOTE:  OUT OF THE BLUE…out of the internet I mean,..I just received a letter from Dan Dwan, a relative of my right hand man  Barney Dwan in Ireland in 1960. He
    found the Bunmahon stories on the Internet.   Amazing.  wonderful.   Sixty years ago. So  I am sending him a bunch of pictures.  IN addition  one of the stories  I never sent to others…i.e.
    my Irish date with Rena Casey.   

    There are periods  in our lives that are frozen in our memories…and  once warmed up those memories return ins such graphic  detail
    that they must seem to others as fabricated.   That is why the pictures are so important…they establish that my memory has recorded
    that summer of  1960 quite accurately.

    DAN  DWAN.

    HI Dan…here  is a  pile of pics…most of which  I  used.

    Maybe you can with help of Barney identify some of the characters in Kirwin’s pub.

    Send  pic of yourself  and  Barney…I  will tie them into the final entires

    (I called him Bandy for weeks which
    made the crew laugh…and then they started to call him Bandy…followed by hoops of
    laughter that confused me for a while.  Barney just grinned.  His  Irish accent had confused me.)

    One story I have not told  and will do  so now…i.e.  the date I had with Rena Casey…entirely platonic as
    she was just a nice person who walked on the cliffs  and  seemed  interested in me.   A replica  of Maureen O’Hara.  I Rented
    an old van from Mr.s Kennedy…wreck…drove to Tramore to see a movie and then home. The
    car stopped suddenly part way home which i think alarmed Rena…certainly alarmed  me…got the
    crank and got it started again.  We were both nervous.  I still remember the spot on the Tramore road
    where the breakdown occurred…a dark place in the shadow of the Copper Cliffs of Tankardstown
    I think.  What must have been going through her mind?  The car was at fault …not me.

    Then a day or so later Mrs. Kennedy said

     “Master Skeoch, the Casey’s bought a new studio couch”
    “So?”
    “Just informing you there may be expectations.”  (Mrs. Kennedy did not approve)

    I never spoke with Rena  again as I feared hurting her feelings…I liked her as a person
    not as  a conquest.   And  I was  certainly influenced by the Quiet Man…John Wayne and Maureen
    O’Hara romance.  A romantic at heart.  I was more frightened by the ‘studio couch’ than 
    crawling through the abandoned mine adits and shafts.  Years later, in 1965, Mrs. Kennedy told
    me Rean had moved  to London, married  with three kids.  Good for her.

     My girlfriend in Canada at the time, Marjorie Hughes, later became my wife and  we returned to
    Bonmahon with my brother in 1965…and also  later in the century.  Both of our sons and both
    of our daughters  in law have been to bunmahon…passing through.  The place lives in many
    memories.

     I found the people of Bunmahon fascinating
    and loved  our regular pints at Kirwin’s…loved the banter…the stories…the sprays of
    Holy Water thrown at me on Sundays.  No  Irish hostility…no nastiness…just good  times.

    Hunting Technical and Exploration Services trusted me to do  the job.  That was flattering 
    and I worked  hard lest I let them down.  I hoped the project wold help  Bunmahon.  It did
    not but the later publicity pushed  by historian Des Cowman certainly did…now called the CopperTrail.

    My  company in Canada wondered why I hired  so many people.  They were paid so  little
    that I tried my best to get a little money in their hands.   And the Irish cattle herds justified
    the extra expense.  So many  cattle chewed  up our lines that I thought the local milk
    would be copper coloured.    We needed men to patrol our base line.  Even  then the
    cattle got the wire and  regurgitated  it in the fields in balls the size of baseballs.   Many farmers
    hated me I think…demanded  compensation.  I do not know if they were ever paid although
    they should have been.

     For the life of me I could not
    understand how they could afford those pints of  Guinness….dinner in a glass as they say…
    We dared not start to buy rounds fearing our employees  at Kirwin’s would feel duty bound
    to reciprocate.

    As a stupid gesture, I gave each man a pack of cigarettes on paydays…I did  not know that
    Wild Woodbine cigarettes… were the cheapest of cheap tobacco.  I think I even gave out chocolate 
    bars just for fun.   My company never complained.   My boss will get this letter as well as you.
    He once described me as  precocious which I have found  amusing.



    alan skeoch
    July  2020

    P.S.  Send  a couple of pics.











    July 16, 2020
  • EPISODE 82: Bees



    Begin forwarded message:


    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: Bees
    Date: July 3, 2020 at 9:48:16 PM EDT
    To: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>


    BEES AND  BEEKEEPING…AND THOSE  CLOUDS

    alan skeoch

    July 4, 2020

    There is a long trail winding…lifetime trail.

    I was  a  failure as  a beekeeper many years ago.  Decades ago, At the Parker Pettit farm sale I bought all
    his old bee hives and then proceeded to learn beekeeping.   The old hives were
    contaminated and my days as a beekeeper ended  when I had to set the hives  afire. 
    Sad. Guilty.  

    Today our son Andrew, now a big man, has taken up beekeeping thanks to the advice
    of Russ  Vanstone, my lifetime friend.   New hives, new bees, new place with shelter
    and fields of flowers at different stages.   

    Some say that certain skills ‘skip a generation’…i..e our children become more
    like our parents than like ourselves.   Certain truth there in this case.  Only in this
    case the skip went back two generations to his great grandfather, Edward  Freeman, 
    who could do  anything he set his mind to do.  Great wealth never fell his way
    but happiness did.  He was a contented man.

    These are going to be happy bees.  Just wait until you see where they are
    living.   And then lose yourself in those ‘Jone Mitchell’ Clouds.

    alan skeoch


































    “What a  great day for dreaming…;puts 

    me in mind that snippet from John Lennon’s

    song  Imagine.

    You may say I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    I hope someday you’ll join us


















    CLOUDS NEVER GET IN MY WAY


    The Joni Mitchell lyrics to her song Clouds have a negative thrust 
    as  the song unfolds.  I prefer the first four lines….the angel hair, ice
    cream  castles, feather canyons.  I spend a lot of time looking at clouds
    and interpreting  the shapes on summer days.  I will always  look
    at clouds  that way. 

     “Alan, keep your eyes on the road and stop seeing
    things that are not there.”  
    “But they are there, Marjorie…look at those clouds…they speak to us
    of things that only our imagination can  let loose…like those three
    puppies at the dining room table over there in the sky.”
    “And the old man smoking a pipe.”
    “And the full bodied woman over there.”
    “And the house lost in a snowstorm.”
    “And the huge honey bee loaded with nectar and pollen on tis legs
    heading back to the hive.”

    “You are better than I am at seeing things that are not really
    anyplace other than your mind, Marjorie. “

    “Let’s just stop the car…pull off this empty road…
    and see what our minds  can see in this wonderful sky
    on this wonderful summer day.” 

    Rows and floes of angel hair
    And ice cream castles in the air
    And feather canyons everywhere
    I’ve looked at clouds that way









    Do you want something to do?

      Take a load  off your feet and  see what you can

    find in these clouds.










    alan skeoch

    July 4, 2020











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    July 4, 2020
  • EPISODE 80 CANADA DAY…IS CANADA A CREATION OF LUCK OR GOOD SENSE

    EPISODE 80:  CANADA DAY 2020: CREATED BY LUCK OR GOOD SENSE?




    HAPPY CANADA DAY

    We  are a lucky bunch…we Canadians.  Some would say that I think.   Just sampling conditions
    around  the world  in  this global Pandemic underscores our good fortune.  
    Even cocooned in isolation Marjorie and I feel positive.

    So here is a picture of our front yard.   All the work done by Marjorie except for the cobblestone
    walkway to the front door.   Remember  A.Y. Jackson’s Group of Seven painting titled ‘The Tangled Garden’?
    Well the play of light and shadow, of red and  white, of yellow and gold,  of shades of  green in our garden puts the  Jackson
    painting  in  my mind.

    When Marjorie showed me this photograph I did not recognize our own front yard   I had  taken
    it all for granted.   Taken for  granted…as we often take our country for granted.

    alan skeoch
    July 1, 2020

    P.S/  Now to get back to Ireland and the mine at Knockmahon…not nearly as cheerful.  coming Episode  81


    July 1, 2020
  • EPISODE 78 LIVES OF MINERS IN BUNMAHON IRELAND 1840 TO 1875

    EPISODE 78   LIVES OF MINERS IN BUNMAHON  IRELAND  1840 TO 1875


    alan skeoch
    June 29, 1960

    WORKING CONDITIONS




    This is a staged picture of  miners in the 1850’s…too well dressed…too well fed…in my opinion



    The only thing wrong with this picture is the light.  There was no light in the Knockmahoon  mine except for
    the stink of the Tallow candles…after a blast the miners could barely see 6 inches of light.   So imagine this
    picture with only a candle wedged into a bump in the rock.


    1)  AT 6 A.M.  a bell was rung and the men began to defend the shaft ladders.  Men would step off
    the ladders at various levels as the vein of Chalcopyrite  was vertical.   The deepest wa 800 feet
    where the passageway extended under the ocean.   There were around a minimum of  370 men
    on the ladders.  Perhaps many more   The total work force  is not accurate known.
    The  descent was done in complete darkness.

    2) Once at the level of their work  station the  six  man teams would pick their
    way through broken but non mineralized waste rock to the face of  the vein. where they
    would been punching holes using hammers and heavy sharpened  chisels.The punching
    would be done as circular as possible sine the hole must be packed with gunpowder then
    sealed with wet lay through which a blasting wick has  been forced.

    3) Only the weak light of candles helped the miner get ready to blast chunks
    of ore from the vein.  Not good candles.  Rather they were tallow candles that
    the miners had to buy from the company.   The candles had two purposes…light, and
    that was poor, and a test for oxygen.   If the candle would not light or kept  going out
    then there was cause for alarm because the oxygen had been  depleted and the
    miners could smother and  die without the candle warning.

    4)  Then there was the  steady drip…drip…dripping as  ground water found its way to
    the stopes and  passageways.  The sucking  noise of the water pumps was comforting
    because it meant the water level was  under control.  If  the two steam
    engines high above stopped then the deep  parts of the mine
    would soon fill with water.  And that water level  would  keep going higher and
    higher.  Miners could and did drown in these condition in mines around the world
    but not at Knockmahon fortunately.

    5) BLASTING: Gunpowder was stuffed in the  holes made by hammers and sharpened
    crowbars.  The miners paid the  mine  owners to sharpen the  crowbars.  Once filled, the 
    hole was sealed with clay through which a length of blasting
    chord had been inserted.  when the  fuses were  lit the crews  moved
    well back into the passageways. safe distance.   All the teams are setting their
    explosives around the same time.  Onc  fuse is lit soon followed
    by  multiple  “Cracks, Roars and Rumbles” as the high grade  ore is loosened
    from the face and tumbles to the floor,  “The smoke is so dense the miners cannot 
    see a single object more than six inches from the flame of his candle.”  “The smoke is
    inhaled  by himself and his comrades.”    

    In this dark and unholy place  the men gather the copper baring  ore and  manhandle  
    the chunks, often quite  large, to the main shaft where a lifting mechanism hauls
    it to the surface.   This  will occupy the teams for the next
    twelve hours until a signal is gven and the men retreat in the darkness to the ladders
    for the long climb out of the mine.  Young men first, Then those in their thirties and
    finally the old men in their forties.  The pay was good though…better than any other
    local occupation.

    Before leaving the mine head frame arrangements and  payments had
    to be made for the following  day.  Candles made  of animal fat would be
    needed no matter how foul they smelled.  And  Crowbars had to be sharpened and
    ready  for tomorrows shift.  Again payment had to be set
    aside.


    GOING ‘HOME’ AFTER 12 HOUR SHIFTS

    As the men gathered around the ladders changes in health became most evident.
    At the  ladders that men  begin to fail.  THE sick and the infirm had to confront these
    long wooden ladders.   In the dark a rung might be broken or the
    ladders may swing as the human procession makes the 45 minute climb to the open  air.
    This  was not easy even for the best of men.

    Then they have the slow trudge to their homes some of which
    are miles away in  the case of local people.   The newcomers…miners from Cornwall
    for instance, lived nearby in  the one roomed botthans or in two roomed cottages
    Many do not live in single family groups.  39 of the 70 bothers, for instance,  house
    two families.  Take a moment to imagine what that must be like…wives and Children…no
    privacy.  Religious leaders expressed concern about the morality ,.. rather  the immorality …that must
    ensue from the human pyramids.

    FROM WHISKY TO TEMPERANCE AT BUNMAHON



    Some  men…many men… did not go home directly.   Instead  they went directly to the pubs
    There were 21 of them, perhaps more than that even.  “MINERS are a drnken and
    improvident race,” cites Cowman from an observer of  miners social life.  One miner
    was heard to say that he regretted he was unable to spend all his money on alcohol.
    “The miners at Bunmahon,get great wages,” commented the Catholic courate of
    Tramore, “but they spend their money very much on liquor.”
    Payday consumption of whisky was estimated  at 300 gallons.    At lot of these
    miners from Bunmahon and surrounding villages were very drunk a
    lot of the time which played havoc with their family life.



    Alcohol  consumption among these minters in the early 1840’s was  out of control.   And then
    this  strange thing happened.  The Temperance movement reached the miners.   Now this was
    unusual since these miners  were largely illiterate and  many were rejected  by the large
    affluent society elsewhere in Ireland.   As one source stated, Bumahon was “a wretched”
    community … poverty stricken.   The copper mine changed things.   Money flowed.  And
    so did whisky …  for a while.


    Then came Temperance.   Some  Irish  had  a momentous change in their lives.
    One family, for instance, were so impoverished  by alcoholism that they had no
    furnishings. “Not even a pot to cook potatoes”/
    Temperane leaders changed this remarkably.  Foremost was  the Catholic church but 
    there were others among the secular community that believed earnestly that drink was
    the curse of society.  In Bunmahon it suddenly became unfashionable to drink.  Families
    were strengthened.  Pubs went bankrupt.  As mentioned there had been more that 21
    pubs in tiny Bunmahon.  This number dropped to one pub and several semi secret source
    of alcohol.  

    The advertisement below for GREAT COZA as a cure for alcohol consumption is
    fascinating.  I do not know what Great Coza was…perhaps you can fine out.  But the
    advertisement from London,  England, was just one of the efforts to turn people away
    from rampant alcohol consumption.  We are all familiar with the Gin Lane engraving
    done by William Hogarth  in the 18th century.  Similar condemnations of alcohol spread through
    the 19th century communities none I  might say  changed more dramatically than
    Bunmahon.  

    The Tee-Totalling Temperance Movement in 1840s Limerick
    Another advertisement promoted  coffee drinking as one way to stem the flow of alcohol.   Maybe that
    is what the Great Coza was.












    Theobald_MathewTheobald_Mathew_by_Edward_Daniel_Leahy

    Portrait of Theobald Mathew by Edward Daniel Leahy
    “In 1840 tea-totalling or temperance was high on the agenda in Irish society as new groups began to form to promote the abstaining way of life. Father Theobald Mathew, after whom Mathew Bridge was named during his life time was the tee-totalling reformer of the period. He was born in 1790 in Thomastown near Golden, Co. Tipperary and in 1814 he was ordained. As his brother-in-law William Dunbar operated a provisions store on Michael Street, Fr Mathew would often visit Limerick. Dunbar was involved in shipping large consignments from Limerick to Jamaica.
    On 10 April 1838 Fr Mathew founded the “Cork Total Abstinence Society”, which in less than nine months enrolled no fewer than 150,000 names. It rapidly spread to Limerick and elsewhere in the country and within a few years it spread internationally, the movement became known as the Total Abstinence Society or the Temperance Society. It was said that in Nenagh 20,000 persons took the pledge in one day. While 100,000 took it in Galway in two days, and 70,000 in Dublin in five days. At its height, in 1844, the movement had some 3 million pledges, or more than half of the adult population”




    The most cruel of events happened in Ireland at the same time that the Temperance movement was
    taking root.  What cruel event?   The 1846 Great Potatoe Famine.   One effect of the famine was
    the total disappearance of the 70 bothers (one room houses) in the community of Bunmahon.
    Where  did they go?  Many in Ireland died of starvation.   But through the whole period of the
    great Famine, the mines at Knockmahon and Tankardstown were in full operation.  A mystery
    yet to be explored.


    alan skeoch
    June 2020

    END EPISODE 78
    June 30, 2020
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