Poor old Joes

Oct 9th, 2010 | By | Category: Ireland

Joe died in January 1915. A bachelor farmer, he was seventy when he died at the house where he was born and lived his life. His funeral would have been observed with proper respect; neighbouring farmers would have grasped his brothers’ hands and offered condolences in the time-honoured Ulster way, ‘Sorry for your trouble’.

Joe was unknown to me until a few years ago, when I started going through a bag of old legal documents. There was the application for a grant of probate for his will dated February 1916, thirteen months after his death. The application states Joe’s bachelor farmer status in blunt terms, “The deceased left no widow, no lawful children, no other more remote lawful issue, no lawful parent nor grandparent him surviving.” In a community reared on Old Testament values where the more children the greater the blessing, to be a childless bachelor was somehow to have failed.

Joe’s pain was far greater than loneliness. He simply could not make ends meet. Much of his estate disappeared in the settlement of debts. At the quarry Joe owned, a good wage was £1 per week, yet Joe owed one doctor £19, who must have refused Joe further treatment until his bill was settled because another £4 of debt was run up with another doctor. Similarly, the bills at a druggist must have accumulated to the point where they would dispense no more medicines and a lesser debt was run up with a second druggist. Joe owed everyone money, even the maid who worked at the house was owed £6/5 shillings, probably three months wages if she was paid £25 per annum. Everyone would have talked about the money Joe owed.

Close on a century later, it’s hard to know how the list of Joe’s debts, which run to three typewritten pages, grew so long. Maybe it’s a good thing that the details of his estate were unread for decades, would any of us want everyone knowing our business while there were still people around who remembered us? On the other hand, maybe if things were known, maybe if painful stuff wasn’t hidden away, there would be more understanding and the world would be a more forgiving place; it could hardly be worse than being a lonely bachelor farmer whose credit has run out and whose name is badmouthed.

As the country’s finances spiral downwards and the debt burden on our grandchildren piles up, one wonders how many tales far worse than that of Joe will be passed onto future generations.  How many people feel the pain that Joe felt?  While we can find billions to bail out rich people, who is there that will bail out the Joes?  Who will write off their debts?  Joe was not a poor man; he was an unfortunate man.  Those who were sold the lie of ever increasing house prices and ever growing job opportunities by our government and its pundits and who are now trapped in houses worth a fraction of what was paid for them, and whose salaries are reduced or gone altogether: what will be among their papers in a century’s time?

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