“Where is the cow?”
The teenaged girl turned her face away and did not answer the question.
“The cow that was given to your mother, where is it?”
The conversation continued in the local language. We moved out of the compound and around the back of the house.
Tethered to a post, the cow stood knee deep in mud and manure. The development worker’s anger was visible. He shook his head. “This is not good. This is not good. Her mother has gone somewhere for the day and she says …
Trivial things from the past seem suddenly to loom out of the memory, things like a record bought thirty years ago and probably not seen in twenty-eight.
Having a sister from England to visit last week probably triggered the thought. “You don’t know where my Dire Straits album is, do you?”
“What Dire Straits album?”
“Their first one. It came out in 1978, but I bought it the following year”.
“How should I know?”
A reasonable question, given that I had gone to live in Northern Ireland in 1983 and …
“I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” Mark 10:15
I was a horrible child.
At the end of each school holiday I would hope that our village school would burn down and, on the first day of term, we would not have to return. It was a silly wish, we would simply have been bussed to the nearby town where we would have been picked out as outsiders, and the last state would have been …
Preparing a class for the morning, “P Tang Yang Kipperbang,” Jack Rosenthal’s 1982 television film set in the Post-War Britain of 1948, came suddenly to mind.
“Quack Quack” Duckworth, the shy and awkward fourteen year old who loves the prettiest girl in the school, walks along with Tommy, the school groundsman as Tommy marks the boundary of a cricket pitch. He believes Tommy has been a soldier serving in battle after battle, not knowing he is wanted for desertion. Quack Quack tells Tommy that the soldiers have brought in …
The undertakers had done a very good job; a slight black mark on the right temple was the only sign of what had occurred.
“That bitch says she’s having his car; it’s not hers, I’m his ma”.
“His girlfriend says she’s keeping his car. She has it at the house where they were living”.
“Well, I said to her that there was no way that she was having that car. That I was his rightful next of kin and that it was mine”.
“When he was dying …
Like some old medical complaint, memories of undergraduate days at the LSE suddenly exert influence and create the illusion that politics is exciting, or at least interesting.
RTE news carries a report this evening on a statement from minister John Gormley that there will need to be a two-thirds majority in votes at a Green Party special conference in two weeks’ time if the Greens are to remain part of the Government.
Mr Gormley’s message confirms that if a renegotiated Programme for Government is not supported by two thirds of