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don't know of Amanaboy.
Will ask my Dad next time I see him, I googled it and can't come up with anything. It sounds like a townland.
posted by
Cringe
on June 30, 2006 at 7:19 AM
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Thanks for the compliment Ariel70
but honestly, I've no sense of false modesty about what I can or can't do, I'm not too bad with the writing but it's more wrapped up in who I am and the context, rather than the technical and grammatical aspects of what actually makes a good story.
Sure, we'll see.
I can however do a decent sketch (though pretty rubbish at the shading), great at making stuff (arts 'n' crafts') and have a modicum of success at making people laugh (depending on whether I'm surrounded by like-minded people or people under the influence) or making people feel at ease. Time will tell whether I'm the type of mother that'll result in her kids cursing her from the creaking comfort of a psychiatrist's couch, but I'm aiming for better with that. Those'd be what I'll own to being good at. Let's just say the writing, well, am working on it.
posted by
Cringe
on June 30, 2006 at 7:17 AM
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Cringe, again
I think Ma came from somewhere called Amanaboy? Something like that. Is there such a place, and do you know it?
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 7:10 AM
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Ariel70, this is hilarious
but I'm not too far from Knocknagree, under an hour's drive.
posted by
Cringe
on June 30, 2006 at 7:05 AM
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Cringe
Like you, we don't hae TV ; haven't had one for six years now.
Football? Gimme a break! Can't stand it! here in Spain, they video every matchin the known universe, and play them endlessly in every bar.
I think it's the Final between Venus and Jupiter this week.
Oh, and you're far too modest!!!!
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 7:03 AM
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Ariel70 I don't know if I've much of worth to read in comparison
to others in here.
I initially joined to test out my 'great epic' of all four pages (t'was meant to be my life story, in an Angela's Ashes capacity, except from the mid '70's through to present day in my own mickey-taking style). I got reasonably ok feedback and was happy with that, felt validated, and have written no more except on Blogit.
But I've found so much more. I don't have a social life anymore, no cable TV, the World Cup's on (so you can forget any reasonable conversation from my husband), my family drive me bug, so this is my private indulgence, the chocolate and coffee are the public ones
.
I love it here, my blogs are generally full of complaints, and I'm feeling more self-concious about it, so I'm endeavouring to be less of a whinging harpie and more productive with my keyboard.
posted by
Cringe
on June 30, 2006 at 6:58 AM
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Blanche
Yes, indeedeee, Ma was one formidable lady!
She was a Cronin, from ( I think ) Knocknagree in Cork.
Thank you for drpooning in
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 6:54 AM
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Samhain
Yes, it's such a pity that we forget, isn't it? I guess we always regret it.
Thank you for dropping in.
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 6:51 AM
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.Dave
Thank you for your appreciation.
Yess ... dear, dear Lady Bracknell, alas, earth shal never see her like again.
Can you give me teeny teeny word of advice, you bein' one o' them there computer geeks like. I'm trying to download a hosting service, but I come unstuck with that weird code thing. How does one get it into the box??? It won't cut and paste
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 6:49 AM
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Cringe
Many thanks for your long comment I really must make a point of reading you more often. So many good writers in here, aren't there?
posted by
ariel70
on June 30, 2006 at 6:47 AM
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I'm so glad you stumbled into my blog even under a misunderstanding.
Otherwise I would never have discovered your glorious accounts.
My granny (god rest her) was a 'Kit' too, I'm called after her. She wasn't in service as she'd been born in the countryside in 1911, she'd been asked to stay on at the local primary to become a sort of teacher in training, but never ended up doing so, I never knew why and it's too late to ask.
In my aunt's house we still have all sorts of bric a brac belonging to her, no doubt some of it has value other than sentimental. My favourite is an 18 inch almost translucent white porcelain oil lamp, it's beautiful.
My granny was really a bit of a hill billy, and a bit rough around the edges, but she adored me, taught me poetry from aged two, told me stories, monitored my chocolate stash and spoilt me rotten.
I know life was difficult, but I am particularly attracted to the earlier decades of the 1900's in particular the '40's, I don't think we'll ever have an age of glamour like that ever again, more's the pity.
Anyway Ariel70, I look forward to reading more.
posted by
Cringe
on June 30, 2006 at 5:41 AM
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Fascinating stuff, Tel. I spotted the Wildean sentence, by the way - delicious. I didn't know some of the money stuff, only being 5 when we caramelized. So that was interesting too. I didn't know about 'Easterling' either.
You'll have to stop confusing me with the Catherine Cookson comparisons. I've just got this image of an old biddy picking her up from the library and putting her in a trolley to take home on the bus, then getting bits of toffee all over her.
Lovely stuff. This is an excellent bunch of Flowers if ever there was one.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on June 30, 2006 at 4:31 AM
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Ariel70, sorry that I delayed in commenting on your last post beyond an appropriate time (i.e., before you posted again). I read that and was musing over it - became swamped, overwhelmed, innudated (for those who wonder, yes, there is life outside of Blogit - and - somehow - the bills must be paid). Let me just say that you remind me of my rural mid 20th Century upbringing (as I mentioned before.) You evoke images of a life that I feel I should but, cannot quite remember. Samhain_Moon 
posted by
syzygy
on June 29, 2006 at 6:47 PM
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Ariel, it was when I started writing about my family as it they were "other
people", that I think I started to get a different, more holistic perspective of them: my immigrant Russian grandfather, his wife, my grandmother, who was a "career" woman ahead of her time as a journalist; the Irish side of my own family (which I've corresponded with Cringe about,and there might still be relatives I have no clue about in Cork).
Your story reminds me of all the Gothic romance novels I ate up by the cartload as a teenager: Catherine Cookson, Norah Loft, and Georgette Heyer to name a few. Your Irish flashing-eyed Mum may not have been posh, but she had loads of character!
posted by
Blanche.
on June 29, 2006 at 4:54 PM
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Sophistie
Thank you for dropping in.
It is just such a wish that I havein mind in writing these posts. In order to understand each other, we have to be aware of our different lives and environments.
The boy is father to the man, and the boy that I was has to a certain extent moulded me into what I am ; and the nation is the sum of the men and women who form its citizens.
We can all learn much from each other, and understanding other's histories helps in that understanding.
posted by
ariel70
on June 29, 2006 at 9:52 AM
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Bel
Thanks for the read, and the flattering comment.
Despite the hardship, and the working conditions, in many ways those were idyllic days for servants in country houses ; but that idyll was shattered with the outbreak of WW1.
posted by
ariel70
on June 29, 2006 at 9:48 AM
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Pa B
Cor! You old romantic, you! You're worse then me!
Lovely picture, tho' just a little too posh. These were poor people, with well-worn clothes and probably holes in their boots too. 'cos of course, even ladies wore boots in those days.
Their conversation wouldn't have been all that refined either! But thanks anyway, for your nice comment.
I love it when something that I write conjures up such images in the reader!
posted by
ariel70
on June 29, 2006 at 9:46 AM
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"walking out" together...
I can almost see them. Girl in a long skirt, a bonnet, maybe a parasol, walking next to a young gentleman in a suit with a swallowtail coat, striped tie, top hat. They move slowly along cobblestone sidewalks, framed by picket fences, colorful blooming Victorian borders, trees shading them from the spring sunlight. Formal conversation, pleasantries that conceal and at the same time reveal the quickened heartbeat, the glow of anticipation. Oh, my, how I do carry on...
posted by
Pat_B
on June 29, 2006 at 8:52 AM
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Funny you should mention Cookson
As I was reading I kept thinking this is where the Historical Romance Novels come from. Cookson has nothing on you my friend!!!
posted by
bel_1965
on June 29, 2006 at 7:04 AM
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Hmmm......
I look forward to more. It is good to read and understand the culture and traditions of the unfamiliar. We know ours, yet through understanding others there is a greater understanding.
posted by
Dr_JPT
on June 29, 2006 at 7:00 AM
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