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		IN THIS ISSUE
~~~ Foreword
~~~ News Snaps from Ireland 
~~~ New free resources at the site
~~~ Cork Dishwasher scoops the Irish Draw
~~~ Bridey                       by Carole Kenney
~~~ The Road to Knowledge       by John B. McCabe
~~~ How I started to learn Irish   by Nancy Bryan
~~~ Gaelic phrases of the month
~~~ Shamrock Site of the Month
~~~ Monthly free competition result

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FOREWORD
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Hello again from Ireland where the talk is all 
about rubbish! People now have to pay to have 
their rubbish bins collected and they are not at 
all happy about it. Two elected representatives 
have actually gone to prison in protest at the 
charges.

Until the next time,

Michael

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NEWS SNAPS FROM IRELAND
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HUGE FALL IN NUMBERS SEEKING ASYLUM IN IRELAND

The recent decision by the Supreme Court that the 
parents of Irish-born children are not 
automatically entitled to residency in Ireland 
has resulted in a big drop in the number of 
applications being made.

There were over 11,600 applications for asylum 
during the first 8 months of 2002. During the 
same time period in 2003 only 6051 have been 
received. Applications from Nigeria account for 
one third of all applications. SInce there is no 
direct travel route between Ireland and Nigeria 
it is clear that the asylum applicants are 
landing in other European countries first (mostly 
Britain and France) where they are supposed to 
make their application. The possibility of 
residency being granted in Ireland because an 
applicants child was born in Ireland has caused
major pressure being placed the country's 
Maternity Hospitals.

The closure of this path to residency has been 
attributed with causing the huge fall in the 
number of refugees entering the State.
 
DEMONSTRATIONS OVER BIN TAX CONTINUE

A Socialist T.D. (member of parliament) and a 
Dublin Councillor have been jailed as a result 
of their ongoing protests against the bin tax.

The bin tax was introduced as a means of 
financing local government. The cost of the 
collection of bins to residents varies from 
region to region and has steadily increased. A 
campaign against this 'double taxation' has 
resulted in legislation being introduced that 
authorises the local councils to refuse to 
collect the bins of those residents who have 
not paid the charge.

This has prompted street demonstrations and 
the blocking of refuse trucks on roads. The 
two politicians who were sent to jail were in 
direct contravention of a High Court order 
preventing them from blocking the bin trucks. 
Recent government proposals that all bins will 
be weighed in the future and that residents 
will be charged on a 'per-weight' basis has 
done little to calm the disquiet.

IRISH TROOPS MAY BE SENT TO IRAQ

Irish Taoiseach Bertie Ahearn has indicated 
that he may be willing to send Irish 
peace-keeping troops into Iraq, should the 
United Nations require them. Any troop 
deployment would be dependent on a new UN 
resolution authorising UN involvement in the 
conflict. Already two senior Garda officers 
have been appointed onto an international 
police panel which will report on the state of 
security in Baghdad on behalf of the UN.

DEBATE OVER SMOKING BAN CONTINUES

From next January it will be illegal to smoke in 
pubs and restaurants in Ireland. The new smoking 
ban is being introduced by the Department of 
Health in a bid to reduce the risk of passive 
smoking and to encourage non-smokers to quit. 

Lobbying by pub and hotel owners has gained 
momentum in recent months and already some 
publicans are working to manoeuvre around the 
ban. Several pubs have had courtyard style 
'beer gardens' created complete with outdoor 
heaters and retractable roofs. Some rooms in 
pubs are being converted to 'outdoor' rooms by 
the removal of a wall or by the raising of the 
ceiling.

NEW DRINK LAWS INTRODUCED

New laws have been introduced in an effort to 
reduce drink consumption and to reduce street 
crime associated with over-consumption of alcohol. 
Closing time in pubs on Thursday nights will 
revert to 11:30 pm from 12:30 am. It will also be 
illegal for people under 18 to be in a pub after 
9:00 pm, unless they are at a private function or 
are consuming a 'substantial' meal. 18 to 20 
year-olds will also be required to carry 
identification with them whilst in a pub and will 
face a fine of 300 Euro if found on a licenced 
premises without such identification.

FALSE COMPENSATION CLAIMANTS WILL FACE JAIL

New measures are being introduced to try to reduce 
the 'compensation culture' that has blossomed in 
Ireland in recent years. Apart from America, 
Ireland is the most litigious country in the world 
when it comes to suing. There have been may well 
documented cases of false claims being made and 
the Government has decided to act.

Anyone who makes a false compensation claim will 
be faced with the possibility of up to 10 years in 
jail under the tough new proposed legislation. 
Anyone who exaggerates a claim will have their 
complete claim thrown out and may also face legal 
expenses.
 
MOTORCYCLISTS TARGETED IN WAR ON TRAFFIC DEATHS

New legislation has been proposed by the 
Government which will make it compulsory for all 
motorcyclists to wear colourful luminescent bibs. 
The introduction of the penalty points system has 
seen a big reduction in the number of road 
fatalities in all categories of road vehicle, 
except motorcycles. 42 motorcyclists have been 
killed on Irish roads so far this year. 

A further proposal by the Government may raise 
the minimum age for motorcycle use from 16 to 17 
years. Compulsory lessons for new drivers has 
also been suggested.

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BRIDEY 				by Carole Kenney
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Bridey is my second cousin, and the most 
interesting of a number of cousins living in 
County Clare, Ireland. I visited her in her 
thatched-roof white house which has been in the 
family for 200 years. Once inside, you look up, 
not at a ceiling but at a shiny pattern of thick, 
strong, reeds interwoven in such a way that rain 
never penetrates. The entry door opens onto the 
kitchen where the entire right wall is an enormous 
faded yellow cabinet, with many latched doors. The 
living room is dark with worn furniture, and 
between the sofa and chair is a small round table 
holding a glass decanter and small glasses for the 
Irish Whiskey. 

Bridey never married. She kept house for her 
father and brother who were quite fond of Irish 
Whiskey. She rides a motor scooter, wears a brown 
raincoat year round and has a very deep voice. My 
cousin, Reina, told me confidentially with a kind 
but amused smile, that Bridey's neighbor down the 
road thought for a long time that she was a man. 

Reina and I were sitting at her dining room table 
and I was admiring her collection of crystal and 
pieces of Belleek when she offered to drop me at 
Bridey's so I could spend a little time with her. 
I tried frantically to think of an excuse. 
'She's probably tired from working in the garden 
and will want to take a nap'. Nothing worked. 
'Oh no' Reina said persistently, 'she'd love to 
see you, she said so just the other day'. There 
was no hope.  I didn't want to go. But we went. I 
didn't want to be left alone with this strange 
lady with whom I had nothing in common. She had 
rough, pock-marked skin, faded red hair, no facial 
expression, and that scary deep voice. I could see 
no hope for conversation other than those 
desperate banalities that ward off the horror of 
total silence. She came to the door. Reina left 
me there.

Bridey smiled a little, seemed genuinely glad to 
see me, and offered me a chair beside the round 
black heater. We each had a little Irish Whiskey. 
I hoped it would help. She started by asking me 
about my grandmother and why she never returned 
to Ireland for a visit. I explained that her 
husband had died leaving her with four children 
and that there was little possibility of such a 
trip. She didn't seem to understand. She looked 
distant and repeated a few times, 'None of them 
ever came back'. She said again, half to herself 
'They never came back, none of them'. I rambled 
on nervously as she listened quietly, saying 
little, asking an occasional question. 

There was a little rack beside the round, black 
stove and on it hung two pairs of pink drawers 
with holes, drying as we talked. At first it 
seemed colloquial and colorful and even funny, 
but suddenly the whole scene changed and I saw 
the tragedy of her lost life. I saw her soul and 
it obliterated everything else. I saw the old 
brown raincoat on a hook, her quiet acceptance of 
her fate, and suddenly the rack, the stove and 
the pink drawers became so overwhelmingly sad, I 
had to fight back tears. I pretended to be 
coughing. She was sensible and would have thought 
I was crazy. I still wanted to leave, but part of 
me wished I could stay and in some way make her 
life easier. She kissed me goodbye and I felt the 
roughness of her cheek and of her life.

In this 200-year-old family house, Bridey gave me 
a sense of the soul of Ireland and a feeling of 
being contained within that soul. It was home, 
this place I had never seen before, as tangible 
as the rickety chair I was sitting on.

Carole Kenney

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THE ROAD TO KNOWLEDGE		by John B. McCabe
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I can never recall with any accuracy my first day 
at school because I made two beginnings. My 
brother was two years older than me and he was 
sent to school for the first time at the age of 
six. I was sent along with him but then my 
parents took pity on me because I was only four 
and it was a mile walk to school. I was kept at 
home until the following year and made a new 
beginning then.

School itself was not such a wonderful experience 
though I was bright enough to learn quickly and 
was seldom punished. Being naturally fond of 
company I delighted in the excitement of the 
crowd but privately formed only a few special 
friendships.

In spite of my ability to learn quickly it is sad 
to recall that I never felt loved at primary 
school and the prevailing mood of those years was 
one of anxiety and nervousness ­ fear of being 
late, fear of being slapped, shame at watching 
others being beaten.

The schoolmistress who taught me in the early 
years was a good and conscientious young woman but 
one who shouted all day long and had her 
favourites. I only resented her favouritism 
because I wanted it for myself and because her 
favourites were better off and I would have liked 
that too.

The schoolmaster was humane and philosophical and 
I warmed to him a little better but never crossed 
the bridge between servile respect and healthy 
reverence where real learning is possible. There 
was a hunger in me that was never filled in those 
formative years. One or two small seeds did take 
root where the cadence of words and rhythms from 
early poems touched my ear for the first time but 
it was a sparse and famished nourishment that 
barely awoke the soul.

Scientists agree that the most difficult sense to 
recall is the sense of smell. Even when we dream 
we do so in visual and aural worlds but never in 
olfactory dimensions. Yet when it comes to those 
early school years it is a variety of smells and 
tactile sensations which best evoke, for me, the 
ambience and atmosphere of that time. The 
distinctive smell and cloying touch of plasticine 
finds me rolling out wriggly worms on a rough 
bench to form bicycles, bird's nests, little 
houses and a whole variety of clumsy models of the 
world around me.

The fumbling grip of a tiny finger and thumb on a 
morsel of chalk, the dry scratching on slate 
announce my first wobbly alphabet. Cold water, 
coal dust and sunlight soap in an enamelled basin 
­ the ritual ablutions after lighting the school 
fire. The aura of expectancy evoked in the smell 
of new books and their promised discoveries, 
marred inevitably by ink stains and sullied by 
punishments earned or undeserved in the 
explorations of grammar, spelling and 
transcription. The musty aftermath of stale lunch 
crumbs in canvas bags, the pungency of ammonia 
fumes oozing from the dry-toilet walls. These and 
a thousand other smells are forever remembrances 
of school.

There was no wall-clock that I can recall and the 
school day was measured as in some primeval age 
by phases of change. Time did not seem to exist 
so slowly did the hours drawl by. Morning prayers, 
roll call, mid-morning break, the shock of sound 
when the angelus rang from the nearby chapel, 
lunch-time, afternoon break and finally the 
excited exodus of home time. These were the 
constant signposts along to road to knowledge.
Between these unchanging divisions of the day lay 
the timeless routine of learning which followed a 
monastic regularity: chanting of tables, 
brow-furrowed puzzlement of sums, the finger 
leading the eye from word to word along the 
mysterious page.

There was so little colour in those books after 
we left the infant classes that the mind grew 
bland with boredom. My eyes hungered for some 
stimulus to brighten the landscape of our drab 
and desolate space. I still recall the primitive 
abacus of coloured spools threaded on clothes-line 
wire against the brown wainscoted wall, the vivid 
pink of fresh plaster covering a hole in the 
off-white ceiling, a deep green spray of painted 
shamrocks and a cascade of fiery tongues lurking 
among the dull pages of an early catechism.

Occasionally a little light would seep through a 
chink in the armour of routine. A visiting 
missionary would call with exotic tales of 
malarious mosquitoes, witch doctors and cannibals 
in dugout canoes. For a brief moment our minds 
would glow in the warmth of imaginations fire, 
bright as the equatorial sun. Rarer still a 
travelling conjurer would visit and we could 
purchase for a few pennies those happy mesmeric 
moments when 'the swiftness of the hand would 
steal a march on the eye'.

The most terrifyingly important moment of the 
year was the annual catechism exam when we begged 
mammy to 'put us over the answers' in the thin 
dawn light before going in to school. The examiner 
was a young priest, a gentle, warm and loving man 
who offered half the answer with the question so 
that we could act our answers from his prompting 
phrases while we were centre-stage for this most 
dramatic performance of the academic year.

Progress was measured by postings: firstly from 
bench to bench and later from room to room. Moving 
to the 'master's room' marked a definite 
graduation which promised that sometime in the 
unimaginable future it might be possible to earn 
parole from this, to us, life-long learning 
imprisonment.

Then there came a day shortly before I finished 
my apprenticeship when the master opened a book 
and read a poem in Irish called 'An Long' ­ about 
a ship which came to harbour after many exotic 
adventures in far-away magical places. That's when 
it happened. A door opened to a world of words. 
Was it something in the timbre of emotion in the 
master's voice or the look of longing in his tired 
eyes when he savoured the sounds? I am sure he was 
not aware of the impact he made on me at that 
moment of epiphany but today I thank him for the 
gift that was worth the waiting in those timeless 
years.

John B. McCabe

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HOW I STARTED TO LEARN IRISH      by Nancy Bryan

A Mhichil, a chara,

I, like many other Americans, do have a bit of 
Irish blood running through my veins, but the 
essence of my ancestors is embedded in my heart 
and soul. My quest to learn Gaeilge (Irish 
language) began about two years ago when I met 
someone born and raised in County Cork, Ireland.

I started surfing the web, going into Irish chat 
rooms and looking for ways to learn the language 
online. That is when I found your newsletter with 
the 'Phrases of the Month' section. It was 
marvelous, and so easy to learn phonetically but 
I hungered for more.  

Each month, I would learn the phrases and practice 
them. I even tried them out on one of your native 
sons, a local shopkeeper. He said, 'You have a 
darn good accent, for a Yank'. That made me smile, 
and warmed my heart. But it also served to 
reinforce my determination to really learn the 
language and be able to speak it with pride and 
confidence.

I happened upon a learning chat room on America 
on Line, AOL International Gaelic Language Chat. 
The host of that room was most helpful. When I 
told him I wanted to learn but felt it would be 
easier if I had someone with whom I could practice 
speaking, he told me about an Irish Heritage 
course at a local college. Well that did it.

I signed up for the spring semester (a ten week 
session). I must confess, after the first class 
I was a bit overwhelmed and questioned my own 
ability to ever master the language. The rules 
for grammar and spelling are baffling at first 
and until you learn how certain letter 
combinations, as well as what comes before and 
after them, make certain sounds you really have 
a hard time with pronunciation of the written 
word. I was pleasantly surprised that by the 
seventh class I began to understand what my 
instructor was saying to me, though I was not 
always able to answer in Irish. However, my Irish 
determination (some may call it stubbornness) 
kicked in and I have continued with my studies. 
I attended the 5-week summer session and, along 
with two other students, formed a study group 
that meets once a week. I have also joined a 
group from the college called Daltai na Gaeilge. 
They offer many opportunities to actually use the 
language and have a great site online, daltai.com.  
If anyone wishes to learn just a few basic phrases 
and hear them spoken or find a program in their 
local area this site could be of help to them.

At present, after only 15 formal classes, I still 
have the vocabulary and knowledge of a young child 
but I work on it everyday. Even when I am with 
family and friends who don't speak the language, I 
will speak to them in Gaeilge and then translate 
what I have said. The fun part comes when I have 
them try to repeat the proper response. Another 
way I practice is when emailing friends from the 
class. I use my Focloir (dictionary) and try to 
write it entirely in Irish. Then I take the email 
to class and have the instructor go over it. If 
an error is made and you learn from it, it 
becomes a lesson. The real secret in learning 
Irish is to have fun with it and cleachtadh, 
cleachtadh, cleachtadh (practice, practice, 
practice).

Some have asked me 'Why study Irish?' My reply is 
simply 'Because I can'.
 
One day, God willing, I shall set foot on your 
beautiful Ireland and I wish to honor her, her 
people and my ancestors by being able to speak 
the native tongue. 

Tir gan teanga, tir gan anam (a land without a 
language, is a land without a soul).

Keep up the great work with the newsletter. 
Go raibh maith agat, a Mhichil,
(Thank you, Michael) 

Mise le meas, (with respect)
Nainsi (Nancy)

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GAELIC PHRASES OF THE MONTH
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PHRASE:		An bhfuil pian ort?
PRONOUNCED:	on will peen urt?
MEANING: 		Do you have any pain?

PHRASE:		Beidh tu ag taisteal san otharcharr
PRONOUNCED:	beg two egg tass/toil sann uttor/karr
MEANING: 		You are going by ambulance	

PHRASE: 		Gheobhaidh me an bhanaltra duit
PRONOUNCED:	yeo/igg/ may on bonn/all/trah dwit
MEANING:		I will get the nurse for you

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Stay Warm!


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