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| Imbolc. The Celtic festival of light. You know, celebrating an Irish festival of light is dramatically more appealing to me than celebrating groundhogs on the last day of January and the first of February. Or, for that matter, the excessive sentimentality of Valentine's Day. Imbolc — from the belly of the ewe. It was the time that Celtic farmers could tell that their sheep would give birth. An agrarian society, closely in tune with the world around them. It's a far cry from the industrial and digital age in which we live today. Nevertheless, we can still remember our history. Joshua Heston, editor January 1, 2008 |
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Title: January Lights Bonny Boy The trees grow high and the grass is growing green Many a long and bitter night that I, my love, have seen Many a cold, bitter night that I lie alone O, the bonny boy is young But he's growing O Father, dear Father You've done me great wrong You've married me to a boy who is to young He is but 14 and I am 21 O, the bonny boy is young But he's growing O Daughter, dear Daughter, I've done you no wrong To marry you to a boy who is too young He will be a match for you When I am dead and gone O, the bonny boy is young But he's growing O Father, dear Father, I'll tell you what I'll do I'll send him to College For another year or two And all around his college cap I'll tie the ribbon blue To let the others know that he's married By the age of 14 he was a married man By the age of 15, the father to a son By the age of 16, o'er the grave, the grass grows high Cruel death brought and end to his growing O I'll buy my love a shroud Love the finest Holland brown And whilst I be grieving, the tears they will flow down O once I had a true love But now he lies low But I'll nurse his bonny boy While he's growing Many thanks to Nancee Walker-Micham and Mike Micham for sharing this song with MWI.com. — the editor |
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Illinois to Ireland —
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Jim Woods of Coisir an excerpt
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Tell you a little bit about myself. I grew up in England, so I did. My parents immigrated to England from Ireland I suppose back in the '60s because there was no work in Ireland. I was brought up in a town called Luton which is about an hour north of London, so it is. And grew up in a massive Irish community there....
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| Lucas Days, Part One — excerpt From Jim Danner as told to Donny (Danner) Heston |
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My Grandma Goben was tall. She had second sight. She was Welsh. Grandad was a pure Irishman. Little guy.
When Aunt Lin was a baby, they told about Grandad taking Grandma and the baby to church. Got in there and got set and the baby started to cry. The preacher said, "Madam, take that squalling infant out of here." Grandpa got up and took Grandma and the baby out and then he said, "I went back in and got that preacher and brought him out and give him an A-number-one-good one!" Got in his little buggy and left. Never went there no more....
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Starting Young, Going Far — an excerpt |
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Chelsea: This is all performance. This is all entertainment. The steps we are doing are traditional steps from our school. They are steps we have been doing for a long time.
Amanda: We just kind of mix them together.
Chelsea: The sequencing is different. ....
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