tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post677221618494080121..comments2024-03-28T14:01:51.325+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: SongYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-60483691395551197842020-08-07T16:10:38.834+01:002020-08-07T16:10:38.834+01:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Prof Robert Hernandezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370796116392701914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-40679789016808987002020-07-16T17:16:42.908+01:002020-07-16T17:16:42.908+01:00Ach, poor Joyce and poorer Lucia his tragic daught...Ach, poor Joyce and poorer Lucia his tragic daughter.<br />The pain in his eyes caused by syphilis was excruciating; he used to say, *I am paying for my adventures in Nighttown in my youth.*<br />I just looked up Nighttown - Joyce Project: there is a grainy photograph of pretty Dublin girls on the game.<br />I also found - The Madams of Nighttown; or a Dublin lupanarology.<br /><br />I grew up in a top-floor tenement in Argyle Street with the tramcars passing below. The neighbour one floor down was the man who ran the girls in the West End. My father said he looked like Lee J. Cobb. He always called my mother *Lady Haggerty*. My father said he was a courteous, well-tailored man, but added, *Many a time he wanted to stand me a pint in the Kelvin Bar, but I always said No Thanks.* His wife was the quietest lady who thought highly of my mother.<br /><br />*Ach, life's strange!*<br /><br /><br />Hameldaemepal@gmailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231016503726428849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-23340199961320654572020-07-16T01:57:51.615+01:002020-07-16T01:57:51.615+01:00Joyce was good with words but clearly bad with num...Joyce was good with words but clearly bad with numbers. He said three or four words not two. "Ach" "life" "is" (ignoring the abbreviation) "strange". I went through primary school with a girl called Joyce.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-9111675013560408112020-07-16T01:54:25.335+01:002020-07-16T01:54:25.335+01:00I am sure that Katie will be very happy that her s...I am sure that Katie will be very happy that her song has echoed so meaningfully in a home faraway on The South Island of New Zealand. Thanks for calling by again Adele.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-91723660603659003882020-07-16T01:51:37.695+01:002020-07-16T01:51:37.695+01:00What a lovely response Pauline. How delightful tha...What a lovely response Pauline. How delightful that the song sparked memories of your special bond with a father who loved you.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-54148194174782836882020-07-16T00:50:40.044+01:002020-07-16T00:50:40.044+01:00Such a beautiful song. She has captured the sweet ...Such a beautiful song. She has captured the sweet sorrow so well. I have listened to it over and over, tears streaming. For me and my sisters it also ended too soon but on a winter's day in June. 42 years on the memories have not dimmed and the pain is just a reminder of the strength of the love that was at the heart of our childhood. Such power we have as parents.<br />I'll be buying Katie's album when I get to grips with the technology and spreading her fame down here in the south.<br />Thank you again for sharing your talented family with us.<br />Katie's lovely voice reminded me of Dolores Keane and now I'm listening to Sean Keane's One More Hour. Penghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11126716050414392264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-59835404716864906182020-07-15T23:43:12.543+01:002020-07-15T23:43:12.543+01:00It must be my lucky day. To have visited on the v...It must be my lucky day. To have visited on the very day you introduced that song. Any girl who stood upon her father's feet as they danced will be touched. My father sang and danced to Irene Goodnight except he changed the name to Ilene, his sister who had died aged 24, and so taught family history at the same time. There is more going on than the dancing when father and daughter bond like that. Sorry, I've gone off on a tangent, you have sparked my memories. I'm sure that song will be part of your family history. It's beautiful.Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15276284964859313257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-810542898299991112020-07-15T21:14:46.738+01:002020-07-15T21:14:46.738+01:00Grand yourself to hear that Katie played in Kinvar...Grand yourself to hear that Katie played in Kinvarra, or Kinvara as now they say; and you a sojourner there! <br />In a Kinvara pub I met Frank O'Connor's daughter, who makes her home there after living in America, where her father wrote for The New Yorker. <br />There was a Kinvara scribe who had not long died and I purchased his book, *Come Here I Want You,* which is full of the craic. <br /><br />I like Galway very much, with its breezy promenade and its fast-running river, and the brick terraces on the edge of town, the wee couthy pubs. <br />This our life, why couldn't your brother have enjoyed a longer innings? Isn't fair.<br /><br />In Earthly Powers, Anthony Burgess has James Joyce appear. Joyce only speaks two words. He says, *Ach, life's strange!* Hameldaemepal@gmailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231016503726428849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-8999281785311861522020-07-15T20:24:12.404+01:002020-07-15T20:24:12.404+01:00I have been to Kinvarra and so has Katie. In fact,...I have been to Kinvarra and so has Katie. In fact, she has sung and played there. She lives in County Clare. Thanks for listening carefully to the song John.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-34014094753926482402020-07-15T20:22:21.401+01:002020-07-15T20:22:21.401+01:00Thank you for listening to it Jennifer.Thank you for listening to it Jennifer.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-38386755047234013092020-07-15T20:21:59.535+01:002020-07-15T20:21:59.535+01:00Thank you Donna. Katie played the pipes and whistl...Thank you Donna. Katie played the pipes and whistles in the backing music.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-46315628284058121642020-07-15T20:21:02.578+01:002020-07-15T20:21:02.578+01:00I hope you do Steve.I hope you do Steve.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-58466312159956232932020-07-15T20:20:33.718+01:002020-07-15T20:20:33.718+01:00Yes Graham - it isn't "mushy". It is...Yes Graham - it isn't "mushy". It is authentic. Thanks for your nice comment.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-58275352705997308742020-07-15T20:19:20.948+01:002020-07-15T20:19:20.948+01:00Thank you Cro. That's a nice thing to say.Thank you Cro. That's a nice thing to say.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-44033256913108495412020-07-15T20:18:51.214+01:002020-07-15T20:18:51.214+01:00I just clicked on it again and the link was fine. ...I just clicked on it again and the link was fine. It can be good to cry - to let some of those feelings out.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-86018542127715432692020-07-15T20:17:07.660+01:002020-07-15T20:17:07.660+01:00Her birth name was Kate but she has always been kn...Her birth name was Kate but she has always been known as Katie.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-42344866919242194372020-07-15T20:16:34.533+01:002020-07-15T20:16:34.533+01:00Thanks. I can see where you are coming from with t...Thanks. I can see where you are coming from with that comparison Lily.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-56934505063432798092020-07-15T20:15:24.486+01:002020-07-15T20:15:24.486+01:00I am pleased that you agree Mary.I am pleased that you agree Mary.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-70262379070048303242020-07-15T20:14:41.745+01:002020-07-15T20:14:41.745+01:00I loved him and still miss him. He left a hole in ...I loved him and still miss him. He left a hole in my life that will never be filled.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-65248581107587609012020-07-15T18:53:41.632+01:002020-07-15T18:53:41.632+01:00Katie's song to her father, your brother, remi...Katie's song to her father, your brother, reminds me of the annual music festival in Kinvarra, a magical place by the sea, about an hour's drive from Galway town. I can imagine Katie singing this song unexpectedly, in the folk pub, towards the evening's close. <br /><br />I think we all remember Katie's line, *I stood upon your feet, we danced together,* but I was also struck by, *Last song of the summer was the cuckoo/Outside the window of your room.*<br /><br />And I will remember always, *His soul flew out the window late June.* Hameldaemepal@gmailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231016503726428849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-71787770577619851582020-07-15T18:52:15.128+01:002020-07-15T18:52:15.128+01:00What a beautiful way to remember her dad! What a beautiful way to remember her dad! Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12512800812290518552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-29549866929805990792020-07-15T18:47:39.424+01:002020-07-15T18:47:39.424+01:00Oh, so beautiful, Neil. What a voice she has. An...Oh, so beautiful, Neil. What a voice she has. And the melancholy instruments making such beautiful sounds for those wonderful words sung with such loving sentiment. So heartfelt. I was thinking of my dad while listening, of course. The pain of the loss does not ever quite leave your heart.Peace Thymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361079101751470855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-59932959910794649382020-07-15T18:23:22.733+01:002020-07-15T18:23:22.733+01:00How do YOU feel about your brother's demise?
...How do YOU feel about your brother's demise?<br /><br />UUrsulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722046288685936851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-12209786559359308472020-07-15T17:56:08.097+01:002020-07-15T17:56:08.097+01:00Katie even. Katie even. northsider https://www.blogger.com/profile/00716743611909673869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-87839689973432339052020-07-15T16:47:25.959+01:002020-07-15T16:47:25.959+01:00He would be proud! I'll give it a listen when ...He would be proud! I'll give it a listen when I have a chance.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.com