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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Back to Ireland and Dublin Town

After our time in Galway, we took the train back to Dublin. We really hated to leave, and I do hope to go back next year to see more of Galway, county Clare, and perhaps get to Dingle and Connemara, and the village of Roundstone where one of my all-time favorite movies, The Matchmaker was filmed.

Last trip to Ireland in 2013, Larry and I met Leo East, who stopped to help us as we were puzzling over a map. That chance meeting led to me being able to connect Leo with his old schoolmate Rob who now lives in The Netherlands. Life has some unexpected twists, doesn't it? On this trip, Rob encouraged me to call Leo, so I did.



Leo came to Dublin to meet up with me and took me for a fascinating three-hour walk around the city. He pointed out many sites of interest, told stories and was just altogether a delight to get to know better. I hope I see him again on my next trip. He is a walking encyclopedia of Irish history.


For example, the lovely houses in Merrion Square where our hotel was located: According to Leo, they were built for members of the Irish Parliament when it met in Dublin. A beautiful private park in Merrion Square was developed just for these members of the ruling class, a place for nannies to take children to walk and play. Then, when the Irish Parliament moved from Dublin Castle to London, most of the gentry vacated their Georgian homes and moved to London too, a transition that began around 1800. The empty houses were taken over by Irish who had been living in the poorest of circumstances because of the British Penal Laws enacted against Catholics. They moved their livestock into the back yards, and sometimes as many as 20 families lived in one house (these homes were three or four floors tall, so there was a good bit of room in them, but still it would have been pretty crowded). Conditions in Dublin became pretty squalid as the city's wealth and prosperity disappeared with the gentry. But over the years the homes have been restored for the most part, often housing businesses on the bottom floors and housing above.

And there were these heavy glass grates, almost like manhole covers, but rectangular instead of round, that I kept seeing in the sidewalks. I knew the glass was old because it was turning purple, a sign of glass made prior to 1914. Leo explained that these were skylights in underground storerooms that often ran out under the streets. The glass panels provided light in these places at a time when electricity was not available.

There was much more that he told me and I wish I'd had a recorder with me because I cannot remember it all. Next time, I'll at least have a notebook to jot it down!

It was such a pleasure to see Leo again. What a guy. We finally said good night, and Theresa and I headed off to bed to be ready for our trip the next day to the Hill of Tara and Newgrange.

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Monday, September 28, 2015

A Break in Buffalo: Niagara Falls


My trip to Buffalo, NY last weekend had a dual purpose: visiting with my friend and fellow storyteller Lorna Czarnota, and working--presenting a workshop on Appalachian ballads, a storytelling concert for the local Storytelling Cafe, and singing at Lorna's church on Sunday.

We started off the weekend right, with a trip under the Niagara Falls on the Maid of the Mist. While I have visited the Falls twice previously, I can never get enough of them, and I'd never taken the boat ride under the water. So off we went!


Here is looking down from the walkway that leads to the elevator down to the boat:


I got dizzy just looking down! See those little blue dots? Those are people wearing the ponchos given out to keep a person dry on the boat.


And on the bottom, looking up. The elevator comes down that tall shaft.


And there are nets under it? Why? Maybe to catch those who might fall? If so, they wouldn't do much good because they had a lot of torn places.


And there is where we were going...


Getting closer...


and almost into the belly of the beast, as Lorna called it.


The power of the water--and the wind it generated--were astounding. I knew the Falls were powerful, but when you get to this place you really feel it.


It was hard to take photos with both camera and phone, keep my hood up and keep my balance!



And as you can see I didn't do too well with keeping the hood up or staying dry. I was right on top, in the bow so I could see it up close and personal but wow. I can still feel and hear that water and wind as I write this.


As you can see, anyone fool enough to try to go over those Falls in any kind of vessel is asking to die. I mean, look at those piles of rocks!


And back to safety, to dry out and explore some more. My hair loved that water--it was soft and happy the rest of the day.


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Coming Soon: Gory Story Theater



I've got a brand new, shuddery-awful story to tell, and it's sure to keep you awake and listening for dragging footsteps coming up to your door, up your stairs, and into your...

See you October 7th!



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Friday, September 25, 2015

The Wild Atlantic Way: From the Burren to the Bay


I thought the Wild Atlantic Way was a publicity term made up by the tour company, but no, it was the name of the road we were to take from the cliffs back to Galway.
 Our route took us along a strange landscape of barren rock or "karst"--the Burren. Karst is a made up of limestone surfaces that have eroded over time to form a hodgepodge of pavement-like areas. The Burren is crisscrossed with crevices called grikes and there are odd, single boulders called clints that were left behind by glaciers that dot this oddly beautiful land. I was told by someone on this trip that the people of the Burren poked potatoes and seaweed down into the grikes to grow potatoes during the time o Cromwell's rule because they had no other way to get food. Imagine such a life.

The Wild Atlantic way follows the curves of the shore, winding along its narrow way through breath-taking scenery.


A clint stands alone beside the road.

More stone fences, like those on Inisheer, line the beautiful shore.

 A photo stop along the way. I took a shot of Theresa taking a shot of the Burren above us.


Many parts of this road hug the coastline closely,


and it can be a little nerve-wracking when other cars--or pedestrians--are met up with. See that lady in the yellow top? She didn't move or even seen phased when we passed so close I bet she could feel the ripples in the bus's paint.


A gorgeous stretch of road with The Burren in the distance.


Just look at that rock dome up ahead!



And those rich green fields just below it--a testament to centuries of work, I am sure, building soil from the rocky crust. The limestone provides excellent nutrients for crops, as one early historian noted: "During counter-guerrilla operations in Burren in 1651-52, Edmund Ludlow stated, "(Burren) is a country where there is not enough water to drown a man, wood enough to hang one, nor earth enough to bury him...... and yet their cattle are very fat; for the grass growing in turfs of earth, of two or three foot square, that lie between the rocks, which are of limestone, is very sweet and nourishing." From Wikipedia

Ruins of a great house or possibly a church just below The Burren.



A few more turns, a quaint village or two,


a little fishing boat called a Galway Hooker in the bay,


Dunguaire Castle where we stopped briefly for a photo shoot--we had to climb over a stone wall and down a steep slippery path to get these photos, but they were well worth the trouble.



And then suddenly we were back in Galway and this incredible, memorable day was over.


I highly recommend the Galway Tour Company for an excellent tour experience. And if you're lucky enough to get Tom as your driver, count your Irish blessings!

For more about sites, sounds, food, festivals, watersports, history and much more, see the Wild Atlantic Way website.

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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Storytelling--a Little Break from Ireland Posts

Believe it or not, I still have several more posts to write about my trip to Ireland. But since I've been home, I've been busy with my usual pursuits: updating my booths, storytelling, and gardens.

The last one is the easiest update of all--beyond pulling a few weeds, putting out some mums and removing summer's tired-out plants, the gardens are pretty much over. We still have peppers coming on and a enough tomatoes to keep us until frost, but other than that the gardens are over for this year. It's disappointing because I usually have fresh veggies clear into October. Not this year. The late summer drought and intense heat did the gardens in. Larry made cider and grape juice in the press, and we have bushels of apples put away to make apple butter soon; a few pears are hanging on and there are grapes to eat. Right now all we can do is look to the spring to start afresh.

I had a bit of a break when I got back from my trip, and we took one evening to head up to the Gathering at Sweet Creek for some good old-time music. It was good to hear Mack Samples, a fellow Two Lane Livin' columnist, playing with his band.


Our son Aaron joined us that evening, so we got some visiting mixed with the good music. What a nice time that was!

Storytelling has been unusually busy this month. Generally in September my calendar is pretty clear but this year I've had several events. The second weekend of the month I was at the Mercer County Heritage Festival in Princeton, WV, telling stories and singing ballads and mixing up ghost tales with the Tower Street Stringband's music. Great fun! We told stories to about 500 school children on Friday, then there were many performances on Saturday by tellers, actors, musicians, and even Civil War re-enactors who replayed the Battle of Pigeon Creek.

The following Monday I was so fortunate as to join Heidi Muller to present a program of dulcimer music and storytelling for the Road Scholar program at Cedar Lakes in Ripley. Heidi lives in Oregon but makes the annual trip to teach this workshop and I get to join her for one evening's presentation. I was too busy talking and telling to take any photos!

This past weekend was a combination of storytelling and family visits as I traveled to the eastern side of West Virginia for the Lost River Artisan Center's annual fundraising event.

I presented an afternoon and an evening program and in between and around them I visited with my oldest son and his family, and with my sister Judy and her family. Good food, good people, good fun!

I prepared different presentations for each of these; the morning display was for the story of my parents' meeting in England during World War II, and in the evening I focused on Appalachian tales and brought out my coal mining artifacts.


The evening event included a silent auction and there was an amber artglass plate there that I loved. I bid for a bit but it soon got out of my range. Imagine my surprise when my son won the auction and handed the plate to me! What a lovely gift; I am so happy to have it in my home.

In between these events I have been enjoying being home and working on the plans for upcoming events, like this coming weekend's storytelling and workshop I'll be presenting in Buffalo New York, a week of programs for Kanawha County libraries, the West Virginia Storytelling Festival, the Ripley Ghost Walk, a house concert for the Bady House Concert Series in Brooklyn, NY and several other events. While September has been busy, October promises to be even more so and I'm doing my best to be prepared.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Cliffs of Moher: From the Top

Not really cliffs in this first photo! We stopped for a late lunch at a pub in Doolin. The tables were made from the bases of treadle sewing machines! I had to get a quick picture of them. The food here was delicious, and so welcome after our trip on the ferry. Tea, sandwiches, soup, and a tot of Jameson's set me up just right.



 Looking west,

towards the Aran Islands.


O'Brien's Tower. O'Brien seemed to be the name on a lot of places in this region, and I came home with a macabre story about the wife of one of them. More about her in a later post, I hope.


Looking north, I believe.


The light changed again, and the water looked more gray and stormy.

The sentinel rock I showed in my last post, far below O'Brien's Tower.




And then we were off again to take the Wild Atlantic Way back to Galway.



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