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R. Linda:
I told me cousin Sean about the brownie episode, and he reminded me about our cousin Colleen Murphy. When I was born, I was born on me grandparents 35th wedding anniversary, hence I got to go to the family farm in Kildare on me fifteenth birthday for their 50th anniversary. Dead of winter you know -- January. Think party in the basement of the local Catholic church at St. Bridget's. Warmed fruit punch, coffee, banoffee pie, all good smells I remember well. I loved me grandparents but the fact is Catholic sheep farmers are not into big parties.
Me grandmam felt badly that I'd be bored to tears out there, so she arranged for me to go to the local Ceilidh (equivalent of what be a high school in the States) school dance with me distant cousin, Colleen Murphy. Now I had never met Colleen before, and come to find she be two years older than yours truly. But off I went thinking what a lovely lass she be and how she must be putting on a good front having yours truly tagging along.
The dance was fine, I spent it by the punch bowl as Colleen and her friends danced the night away. I was totally ignored until after. Upon leaving, Colleen realises she is missing something and can't remember what. Well, that would be me. I put me finger in the air and coughed and she noticed me. She pulled me along with her and we piled in her boyfriend's car -- a bunch of us, me sitting on Colleen's lap which the boyfriend didn't like much, but there was no room and it was her who put me there.
We unloaded at the boyfriend's house to no adults being home. There was pot everywhere and in everything including the brownies, which me cousin whipped up in the kitchen. I was horrified I was and said in a whisper, did she know what she was doing? She smiled at me like I was ten and said, "Grow up Gabriel," and stuck them in the oven to bake. I prayed that I'd get home to the farm in one piece and that me grandmam wouldn't notice anything amiss. She would have carried on for hours if she'd known who she really fixed me up with for the evening.
Anyway, I had forgot all that until cousin Sean reminded me after I told him about the library fiasco and the tainted brownies. He said he had a newspaper clipping from the Kildare Nationalist, the local rag. He sent me the online clipping and there it was in bold face type: Winner of the local Betty Crocker Brownie Contest, Colleen Murphy McBride (she'd married). I thought I would die of laughter I did, she's still at it.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I told me cousin Sean about the brownie episode, and he reminded me about our cousin Colleen Murphy. When I was born, I was born on me grandparents 35th wedding anniversary, hence I got to go to the family farm in Kildare on me fifteenth birthday for their 50th anniversary. Dead of winter you know -- January. Think party in the basement of the local Catholic church at St. Bridget's. Warmed fruit punch, coffee, banoffee pie, all good smells I remember well. I loved me grandparents but the fact is Catholic sheep farmers are not into big parties.
Me grandmam felt badly that I'd be bored to tears out there, so she arranged for me to go to the local Ceilidh (equivalent of what be a high school in the States) school dance with me distant cousin, Colleen Murphy. Now I had never met Colleen before, and come to find she be two years older than yours truly. But off I went thinking what a lovely lass she be and how she must be putting on a good front having yours truly tagging along.
The dance was fine, I spent it by the punch bowl as Colleen and her friends danced the night away. I was totally ignored until after. Upon leaving, Colleen realises she is missing something and can't remember what. Well, that would be me. I put me finger in the air and coughed and she noticed me. She pulled me along with her and we piled in her boyfriend's car -- a bunch of us, me sitting on Colleen's lap which the boyfriend didn't like much, but there was no room and it was her who put me there.
We unloaded at the boyfriend's house to no adults being home. There was pot everywhere and in everything including the brownies, which me cousin whipped up in the kitchen. I was horrified I was and said in a whisper, did she know what she was doing? She smiled at me like I was ten and said, "Grow up Gabriel," and stuck them in the oven to bake. I prayed that I'd get home to the farm in one piece and that me grandmam wouldn't notice anything amiss. She would have carried on for hours if she'd known who she really fixed me up with for the evening.
Anyway, I had forgot all that until cousin Sean reminded me after I told him about the library fiasco and the tainted brownies. He said he had a newspaper clipping from the Kildare Nationalist, the local rag. He sent me the online clipping and there it was in bold face type: Winner of the local Betty Crocker Brownie Contest, Colleen Murphy McBride (she'd married). I thought I would die of laughter I did, she's still at it.
Gabe
Copyright © 2008 All rights reserved
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