I’ve been scanning old family photos for the last while, which is another reason that things have been rather quiet in this neck of the woods. (I’ll go into that in more details later.) My aunt gave me a bag of photos and letters that were from my maternal grandmothers things and because I (unthinkingly) offered I have now become the unofficial family archivist. I’ve gotten about halfway through the pics on my mothers side of the family - at least the ones I know about, I think another uncle has another heapum of photos somewhere in his attic as well.
The pic here is of ‘Gillie and Gang’ - my grandfather John Joseph (also known as Sean) is in the back row, 5th from left. I’ve not been able to find out anything about this bunch of reprobates, other than that my grandfather and two of my great uncles travelled around Ireland with this band in the 1920s. I’m also assuming that ‘Gillie’ is the slightly rotund jolly looking fellow on the far right.
Who knows what else I will find as I continue through the ‘Box of Mysterious and Slightly Dusty Smelling Delights.’
Click for more on flickr.
‘written’ by my ipod. Should I take is as an insult \ warning \ wake-up call when my gadgets are more creative than I am lately?
Pass the Hatchet I think I’m Good
In the Great Below.
Keep the Streets Empty for Me,
Enjoy the Silence.
Out from the deep,
A Kentucky Nocturne.
With this love, alone together,
I can’t forget The Raven.
Alone at Night, Strike me Down,
Veni, Vidi, Vici.
Milk Thistle. The Only Time,
I Think I’m in Love.
Yup, its been quiet around here, I know. Work is keeping me extra busy and I just haven’t had the energy to write anything of interest for SJD. By the time I get home in the evening all I’m good for is crashing out on the sofa. Twitter isn’t helping either - being able to ‘micro-blog’ means that all of my thoughts get reduced to 140 characters.
I’m finding it hard to write in complete sentences again, bear with me.
