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Heartwarming seasonal stories

  • 28-12-2015 9:06pm
    #1
    kildarejohn
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 328 ✭✭


    Anyone got a heart warming seasonal story?
    AN ancestor who was like Scrooge? or Bob Crachett?


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  • #2
    L1011
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    Being descended from RIC men, Revenue sheriffs, district court clerks and Dublin & Alliance Gas Company staff I suspect there's a few scrooge stories possibly attributable to them!

    I'm deep enough in my annual "week off work with nothing to go look at" records digging and turning up nothing new bar a case of a recent Government report citing something my grandfather wrote in the 1990s; so not the most archaic or wall breaking bit of documentation.


  • #3
    Jellybaby1
    Closed Accounts Posts: 7,108 ✭✭✭Jellybaby1


    My recent family led quite frugal lives as a matter of course so I assume those before them did the same. There was never any crock of gold left behind though. Sorry I don't have something more interesting to report.


  • #4
    pedroeibar1
    Closed Accounts Posts: 5,108 ✭✭✭pedroeibar1


    When I was very young I had two spinster grandaunts who lived together. Victorian in dress, manner and outlook, they lived in an old house that had seen much better days. They kept a large number of cats, a cow for milk, a few hens and assorted fowl, among them a turkeycock. He was ‘Garibaldi’, a name earned from his large red wattle, strutting around the yard and terrorising everyone, including the postman. The latter, calling daily in the approach to Christmas was attacked one time too many and refused to again deliver unless Garibaldi was permanently removed. Weighing in at about 30 lbs it was far too big for them so it was decided to give him to a family with 11 young children who lived nearby, although there was some concern as to the tenderness of his meat.
    After Christmas one of the sisters asked the recipient how her family had fared with the turkey. “Oh it was terrible Missus, he ruined my Christmas.” Concerned, the grandaunt made suitable noises that she was afraid he might have been “a bit tough”. “Oh no, Missus, he was fine but he was so big every time I had to turn him we had to get the man in from next-door to help and being the day that was in it I had to give him a drink. My fella and him finished off two bottles of whiskey and were so fluthered before the dinner they fell asleep and couldn’t be woken up and herself next door won’t even look at me ever since”.


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