I was mentioned on the plan. At 7.00 pm 'story telling'. I would accompany Mary - I did not know where exactly. It went to Ratho, a village 10 minutes from Tullow, in a village hall that quickly filled with people, so that almost 40 taken place had. Erwaehnesnwert it may be that all were at least 3 times as old as me. I'll be honest. My spirits sank. A home tonight? I looked at the clock and at that moment proclaimed, that tonight was scheduled to semi-12th "Great", I thought! While it was prepared, I looked from the front row pointed to the hallway floor, the deep grooves. Where did this came to me later should still be clear. When my Bilck again raised, had taken 'on stage' the court musicians. 6 Arkordionspieler and Mary took over the spoon. It was playing up and the evening began and it was the last time for this evening, I looked at the clock.
After the first piece, where no foot could stand still, There was a man, I appreciate him far more than 80 years, and undertook a kind of talking stick. He began with a deep voice eindreucklichen to tell. From his childhood, from the times of hunger, tuberculosis, the emigration. Then he recited a poem which gave each goose bumps. This was followed by a woman who sang with bell-clear voice, an old Irish children's song. Gradually, I realized that there was no 'real' program, but that everyone present was able to contribute. It was sung, jokes told, fairy tales and myths put forward, play music and especially the poems impressed me. Also written herself was given for the best. It was a true cabaret evening. Of course, was the one and the other also on the 'quite young German guest' and even a song was gewidemt me. When it was half-time of course there was tea and sausage sandwiches, and many interesting discussions for me. At 11 clock I saw then for the first time the right 'irish dancing'. The scores are then erlaehrten by itself;)
It was 11:30 and on the road to Tullow I thought, "Great!"
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