Archive for June, 2010

Its a Ukulele Day and All is Right With The World

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

Yes indeed- this afternoon and tonight I’m bringing out my ole ukulele , hitting the towns and pubs for a little Ukulele Lady delight.

Today is the Demon Festival in Dromahair sir and I was invited to do a little busking. I arrive at 4 and play for an hour or so. (Might very well get a bit a coin from the passing ladies and gents-who knows???)

Then tonight at McGirls Pub in Balinamore our favorite promoters -Those Guys with the Book Store are having a Leitrim talent show. Me-self, The Shakallyhags and the Skull Folks ( I don’t think that’s their name but its’ close) are playing as well as Faerie Joe on decks and Harper Andy on the harp. Should be mad and groovy and altogether fun.

Here’s a thoughtful quotation. Tell me which do you choice?

“We either make ourselves sick or we make ourselves happy.

The amount of work is the same”

-Carlos Castaneda

Interesting isn’t it???

Where was I ?-right…..

In fairness… Our favorite promoter’s ( next to Poo Productions and Jasper, can’t forget about the number one Punk connection to the county) the other guys have a terrific shop call the The Inkspot in Carrick-on-Shannon. Please visit it when your strolling through. Its in The Craft Alley beside the Bush Hotel. There is a number of eye-catching shops, stores and a delightful gallery.

You all know about my dog Puppy Dog ( aka the Wee Bad Pig).. let me introduce our cat … DECLAN (named by a good man, a helluva banjo player, a former Drumshanbo-ite, even though I can’t understand a word of his lightning, quick Belfast accent Dominic McWilliams. He also suggested “Wee Bad Pig” for the dog, which I use for official purposes and the like. So there you go… Declan ( aka Rat Catcher) There are no rats around my place- Declan seeks them out, drags the back home, ( kicking and SCREAMING- if you never heard a rat scream, I wouldn’t go looking for it)

Thats our lad. Currently the only male in the house, but that’ll soon change. Wait till my two legged hair-less boyfriend comes in then we’ll see who’s boss.

Poor Pup , it’s “Meow- I’m hungry where’s lunch?” and, “Meow,  I want that comfy chair NOW”

So up  gets The Wee Bad Pig and fixes a sambo ( for all of us, well  you know, while she’s up …) or  the dog heaves her old self off the only soft chair in the place. I had a good look at pup’s face today-one of her eyebrows is turning green… Moldy-like. Thats age for you huh. ( Hhmmm best take a look at mine..)

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catchcha later  xx

always,

eileen

………………………….Now…………

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Now……………

A great shift has occured in my soul.

I desire to express it . Let play it out . To do this . Ten years is enough time.

Now .

Ten years of observing, considering,sitting still. Its a natural thing to do.

A new culture . A new country. A birth place  .

Ten years. Now.

I have something to say. And I might very well leave in order to say it.

ee cummings’ play ‘HIM’ keeps popping into my mind, partularly the famous speech describing a circus act… without the text in front of me, it runs along something like this..

“Damm everything but the circus. Here I am patiently squeezing four dimensional ideas onto a two dimensional stage when everything that is me is looking from the top of a circus tent….. Imagine three chairs on upon another, on a tight rope 100 feet in the air and someone climbs upon the chairs and begins to swing The three chairs are three facts- I am an Artist, I am Man, I am a Failure….I feel I am every time I watch this trick, I am this trick,, I sway smiling selfishly high above all the millions of face, and every time I repeat a small trivial microscopy idiom, I sway , and repeat,

An Artist A Man, A Failure, Must Proceed

(ugh… thats’ not the quote.. not in its entirety.)

Its all I remember from 20 years ago..I shall reproduce this scene for those who need, but perhaps you understand the guest of it.. the critical essence )  ..perhaps.

Beautiful isn’t it. A perfect mantra. I have not thought of this quote for many many years. It was once a cornerstone of my daily Toronto grind.

Now its back. And so I am

Proceed

An Toastal Snaps

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

A huge thanks goes to Mary McGovern for capturinmg

the children’s part of the parade.

Oohh la la. They were so good and the teachers were excellent as well!!And happy.. they were so happy….

Right so.. there’s more pictures to come stay tunes!

thanks again to Mary  and thanks for clicking on

All the best

always eileen

Honorable Children Everywhere.

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

We had a big weekend here in Drumshanbo, a celebration called An Tostal took place. This is an event first started 58 years to encourage visitors to rural Ireland and our town is the only town in the country that still keeps this tradition. I played a part in organizing the school children in the Sunday parade. Over the years I’ve been involved three times. The last time was in 2003 and when that festival was first I drew pictures of what I’d to see marching through the town. This year I actualized one of my drawing without realizing it.

We had 80 students marching and 100 children in total had a hand painting, colouring or lugging the parade floats to and fro  from the empty storefront I used as my studio up to the school and back. They are terrific bunch of children. I’m amazed at this wee manifestation.

More than this, I was amazed at some of the responses I got from the children and parents when things started to tangle  as they sometimes do  before and event.  Teachers and parents alike were so generous with their patience as I assembled they’re little ones into rows  with brightly coloured clothes, fish on stick, bats on poles, and butterflies everywhere. But,here’s one story that happened and I like it the best.

We had a large peacock that we used in the parade. It took a strong child to carry the structure and I gave that responsibility to a young boy named Evan. He’s in the Fourth Class ( grade four for those readers outside Ireland- about 9 or 10 years of age) He practiced carrying it and puffing out his chest like the bird and he was doing a wonderful job. We also had a colourful parachute that the school uses for games. The centre of the parachute had an opening and I thought that it would be perfect to place the peacock in the middle. That way the smaller children could hold the edges and walk in formation down the street. We also rehearsed this in the school yard with Evan in the middle . He did a great job. So on the Sunday, the day of the parade we were gathered outside and getting everyone in place. It was time to put the peacok in the middle but suddenly Evan could not be found. I waited and waited and finally I had to choice another child  to be the peacock and get him strapped and safety pinned into place. A younger boy named Casper stood up and said that he thought he could handle the big bird. He tried it on and sure enough he had the strenght to carry it. So I pinned him into place. A few minutes later, Evan appeared. I explained to him that it was nearly time for us to march  and how I waited and waited but couldn’t wait any longer for him.

Do you know what he did? He looked at me and said,

” Yeah I know, I’m late, oh well, what can I do to help?”

That boy was so honorable. And I really needed another big child to help the little children with the parachute. I put Evan along the Senior Infants and the they marched gloriously down the the road.

‘What can I do to help?’

Such a good boy

Such fine people.

What can I do help?

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always

eileen

P.S. for more photos of the weekend in Drumshanbo log on to www.facebook.com/antostal

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Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

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