Dia is Mhuire dióbh go léir a cairde and welcome to my Report.
Nice things are happening all the time. In a world that is so full of negativity it can be hard to find one sometimes but they do come and little things mean a lot. You know by now the love that I have for wild mushrooms and can you imagine the joy I felt during the week when I found a little bag of them hanging from the handle of my door. To double the joy it happened again two days later. I hope that the kind person who left them has some idea of the pleasure that I got from her gift. First of all the very thought of it and then the lovely breakfast that I enjoyed. Money cannot buy wild mushrooms, they either grow or they don’t and even though we can get mushrooms in any quantity in the shops they lack the taste and the mysteriousness of the ones that you happen to find in your field. I melted a little real butter in a saucepan and tossed them in before adding some milk and loads of fresh ground pepper and a dash of salt. Oh the taste when I dipped my buttered brown bread in the liquid and eat the solids, savouring every morsel. Recalling the days of old and the homemade coarse brown bread made from our own home grown wheat. The seven of us around the plain wooden kitchen table and Pete doing his best to see to us smaller ones, while the others fended for themselves. Things didn’t always go well when someone would shout out Ah Pete, you put too much bread soda in the cake or God forbid if an actual lump of the stuff happed to go into somebodies mouth. He’d spit it out and say “I can’t ate it” His reply came fast and determined “you can ate or turn your ass to it”, or “if you don’t ate it, that will leave more for the next fellow”, and the meal would continue. There were no fancy gadgets back then to make life easier. Because there was no sieve, the bread soda had to be crushed in the palm of the hand to take out the lumps and of course now a then it didn’t turn out perfect. Too much made the bread a yellowy, foxy colour which was a dead giveaway anyway. I never saw it to happen when our Dad did the baking. Another one of Pete’s faults was on Fridays which were fast days and no meat allowed. We didn’t always have fish. But he would make a pot of white sauce. I can still see the pot or warmer as we called it, aluminium, bent and broken with age, no handle. We loved the white sauce with the onions with our spuds on a Friday evening. But the trouble was that it nearly always burned and how we hated that burnt taste. Coming in the boreen from school it aroma would be out to meet us and on arriving our first words were Ah Pete you burned the sauce again today and his reply was always the same and we’d eat it. But the gentle Pete had many finer qualities which made little of his draw-backs at the end of the day.
The Millstreet Vintage Club will host a gathering for Cars & Coffee at the Green Glens, Station Road on Sunday next September 1st. from 10.30 to 2.30 in aid of the North Cork Branch of Cancer Connect. The organisers would like to remind those taking part that Sunday 1st is September Fair Day in Millstreet town, if they would like to take an alternative approach to the venue.
Many congratulations to our Pitch ‘n Putt Club who are celebrating their 60th Anniversary. To thank them for their dedication to this important sports outlet in our town and wish them many happy and successful years into the future.
The Leaving Cert results came out during the week and I’d like to congratulate all the students on passing another step on the way through their lives and to bear in mind that the road ahead offers many opportunities at all levels. May the Good Lord guide them in the choices that they are about to make. And still with young people, all the schools are due to open this week following a less than pleasant summer. Roads will become extremely busy with the influx of school busses and family cars. Please be extra vigilant and patient with the new changes.
Loads of turf continue to be drawn home from the bogs in preparation for the coming months, people have done since time began.
A little swallow is hatching in my shed for a second time this season. I wouldn’t believe if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, just above my car, thankfully a little to the side where I can view her comings and goings. I solved her hygiene problem by putting a bin on the ground below her and she never misses the target. I can count as many as twenty little birds of every ilk at the feeder just outside my window every day, some peaceful, some fighting, all entertaining.
Eucharistic Adoration every Tuesday in Millstreet Church from 10.30 am to 7.30 pm. Please give it a little of your time.
Legion of Mary meeting every Tuesday evening at the Parish centre at 7.30.
Confessions every Saturday from 12.30 to 1.
Here are the results of this week’s lotto draw which was held on Sunday night. Numbers drawn were 2, 6, 13, 16 and the Jackpot was not won. €100 went to Mary G O’ Mahony, The Seller was Jerry and he got €50 sellers prize. €50 went to BOYZ c/o Michelle Whelan. €€20 each went to Our Cats Mom, c/o Michelle Whelan, Catherine Jenks, c/o Eily Buckley, Ned & Sheila Walsh c/o Corkery’s, Eileen Murphy, Shannaknuck, c/o Centra, Tara Forde, Altamount, c/o Centra, Barry & Eileen Murphy, c/o A. Kelleher, Mary O’Callaghan c/o Centra, Tony McCaul, , c/o McCauls.
Next Draw September 1st. Jackpot €4,000.
Bridge lessons starting at the Canon O’Donovan Centre on September 12 @7.30. For 10 weeks.
Ring Breeda O’Keeffe. 087 677 5797.
The Relics on Sr. Bernadette will be coming to Ireland for the first time on September 4 to 5 November in the Kerry Diocese, at Our Lady and St.Brendan’s Church, Tralee where they can be venerated on Friday September 13 and Saturday 14. More details later.
Thought for the week on our Mass leaflet. Manners, kindness, respect and compassion will always be the signs of a good human Being.
Slan abhaile agus beannacht libh go leir.
