There was still parts of Ireland like this upto the mid 90s but it died away finally from the celtic tiger and we didn't appreciate it when we had it which is kind of sad and nostalgic to look at
The Great Cathal O'Shannon is the interviewer here this is an excellent example of the fine work he did . RIP Cathal . He didn't even get a proper obit from the RTE crowd
Reminds me of me old mate Tommy from Longford, tommy lived at the top of farm lane in the same house with nothing but a fire place, all 95 years of it, different life, but the people were always happy and just got on with it..❤️☮️❤️
Wonderful Window into a bygone age, what would that man think of the way Ireland is today? Long gone are the storytellers and the pisoeg, we have eastenders and coronation st, The sound of the scythe replaced by the diesel John deere. Pony and trap overtaken by the land cruiser. Progress?? Don't think so
I don't think he'd be allowed live such a simple life nowadays. Farming as become a business rather than way of life, with reams of paperwork and red tape. The house would have probably been ransacked once word got round they had money. They were lucky to live in the time they did. Pity they didn't get the esb, might have stuck it out a bit longer then, would have made a massive difference.
My Father who grew up w/o plumbing or lavatory - they had a “room with a path” - the quaint term for a outhouse, no electricity so coal oil/kerosene lamps & started working on my Grandfather’s Lobster Smack at the age of 4 ..... would say NOSTALGIA always paints the picture brighter
@@robertnewell4054 that's true about nostalgia,all we can do is make the best of the era we're born in. It is great to have these records of bygone eras but we shouldn't kid ourselves that it was paridse back then. One thing I thought was sad about this piece was despite such a large family and an arranged marriage there was nobody from the next generation to continue the farm.
@@gilactico ….. I’ve seen this scenario numerous times. Instead of following in the footsteps of their progenitors they end up selling the farms, which in turn becomes a strip mall or housing tract.
There's so many black haired folks in these Irish videos that seem like they are straight out of Portugal or Spain. See the fella at 9:35 chuckling away as the old farmer tells his stories.
There's a legend that survivors from the Spanish armada washed ashore on the west coast in 1588 settled and integrated into Irish society, there's a lot of people like this in Galway in particular
She had to keep it on cause she didn't know the men from the telly were coming so she didn't have time to get the hair done she would have been the talk of the place lol
And even small farmers wore a collar and tie! True story, my dad may very well have been the first man in Iarnród Éireann, if not the whole of CIE, to sport a beard. It was 1968, I think, and he was a Londoner, not long married to my Irish mother. Anyway, for some reason, she came back here first with my baby sister and he followed on a few weeks later... It may have been 'on spec', or he may have heard they were a man short, but he rolled up to Kent Station in Cork (or the old Albert Rd. station, possibly?) and got an interview, which went well, the station manager basically telling him he could start him on Monday (or whatever) but there was one hitch, would he have any objection to losing the beard? Then, like now, beards were actually popular amongst young men and my dad had a particularly fine, leonine example. Unlike today though, they might as well have been pure strychnine in the world of work; a beard might have been viable if your chosen profession was 'folk singer' but were not seen on public servants, having as they did all sorts of unfortunate associations for employers - like dope smoker; Communist; troublemaker, and 'skiving poetry type'; and it has to be said, with the beard my dad looked like 50% firebrand imam and 50% the ghost of Karl Marx himself. In truth he was none of those things, but I think he liked the way it gave him an air of, as Billy Connolly would have said, being "Windswept and Interesting"; not to mention that my mum, in the parlance of the time, *"dug"* it! Nevertheless, here he was, not to put too fine a point on it, an immigrant, quite literally fresh off the boat (in fact it's quite possible he could _see_ the boat, the MV Inisfallen in it's Mk. II 'Rustbucket' iteration, tied up at the quays from the station manager's window!) Now he was White and English speaking, to be sure, which, let's be honest, can't have hurt his chances any; but he was also a _Sasanach,_ a _'Tan',_ or subject of Perfidious Albion, just coming of the half - centennial of 1916, and with a palpable sense of dark storm clouds building in the 'Six Counties'... and while his interviewer seemed like a fair and open - minded fellow, jobless as he was, and trying to keep his wife and child in a rabbit - hutch flat and having another sprog (yours truly) on the way, my pops said the only thing he _could_ sensibly say; much as he liked the beard, well, a job was a job and if necessary he would invest in a scissors, a razor and some blades (no five~blade razor technology with streamlining fins and lubricating comfort strips in _them_ days!!) before even going home for his dinner, and happy to do so... "Give me a moment", said the station manager, "I have to make a phone call..." >klik< "Dympna, get me Heuston [Station, Dublin, CIE HQ] there on the phone, would you? Thanks... (OK, technology in Ireland - and, possibly, office relations - had probably reached the stage in the late '60's that the Guv'nor placed the call himself, but I'm trying to preserve the sense of it being _a different time_ here; not to mention that, unfortunately, I've never told a short story yet if I could make it a long one! I digress...) "Hello, Mr ______ ? It's _______ here down in Cork. You know that position for porter we've been looking to fill down here in Kent Station? Well, I've a young man here, and he's ready to start. Only thing is, he's got a beard... always been the company's policy... No, he says he's happy to shave it off, but I have to say, it _is_ quite magnificent! ...Well, yes, we _are_ quite short - handed... That's true, he did... (Laughs)Well, he did, you're right! Thank you, Sir, yes, I'll tell him that... Yes, we'll definitely have to go for a pint the next time you're in Cork... On you, yes... Grand job. Bye. Bye." He puts down the phone and turns again to my father. "So", he says, darkly, "I've just talked to Mr. ______ up in Dublin, he's the head of the rail division for the whole country; and what he said was 'Karl Marx wore a beard'... (and here he pauses for effect) 'but so did our Lord; and that's good enough for him!' Come in tomorrow morning and we'll sort you out for a uniform and a timecard, we'll start you on the 8 to 4 Monday morning". And so with that, the mold had been broken and this, as yet unborn, commenter's future had suddenly become a little brighter. Of course, under the immutable law of "You make an exception for one..." It wasn't long before a shunter had decided that what was good enough for "Jerry the 'Pagan' " (ie, Englishman) was good enough for him; and next thing there were reports that beards were breaking out all over on the Cork buses. The rot had set in inexorably, such that by the 1980's, guide books reported that Irish bus drivers were engaged in an in~house sport known as "Who can make their uniform look least like a uniform", and that the fleet was emblazoned inside and out with graffiti... Of course, those great days have passed, and of course my father can't claim credit for the graffiti; but as to the rest, well it all started in Cork, on the railways, with my Old Man. Fair makes ya proud, so it does!
Our. HEAD. IS. OUR. BOOK, :: DOWN TO. EARTH. PEOPLE ,, NOT LIKE-THE. WET WOKE,S OF TODAY. Couldn’t,t. Run a Bath &. Would. Never survive : IF TIMES. GOT TUFF,
The old brothers stand for De Valera's comatose dream of Holy Ireland: piety and poverty. Maybe its peak was 1979, when one-third of the population turned out to see the Pope in remote Mayo. How many could His Holiness draw in 2021? Behind the facade Lemass and Whitaker had been hard at it for some years trying to staunch the terrible loss of human capital through emigration. They sought a new sugar daddy in the EU after relying on Britain and America had almost run the Republic into insolvency. They tried to renew its creaking infrastructure, neglected since the Cosgrave administration of the 1930s had brought off projects such as the Shannon hydropower scheme. But what was to follow the moment of this documentary was a febrile series of booms and busts, in which inequality widened and speculators waxed and waned. Corruption of public life by gombeens followed its vitiation by ex-gunmen turned politicians. Old enmities and issues such as the Border and Church interference faded; but was Ireland better for being jerked around by Brussels bureaucrats, looted by local swindlers and flooded by cheap-labor immigrants with no roots in the country? Are Pride processions and easier abortion the proudest precipitate of what the IRB fought for, or just part of the business of making Ireland one more small region of consumerized GloboWorld Inc.? 'Modern' Ireland is becoming like everywhere else: prosperous on paper and in the trappings of everyday life, but full of vaguely dissatisfied, insecure people who fear they are losing their identity.
You forgot to mention the Catholic Church abusing children, trafficking babies, and the slavery of the Magdalene Laundries. Male family members impregnating their young female family members and having them banished by the Church. The biggest stain on Ireland’s history.
@@davinathorne5215 It is interesting that a documentary about rural Ireland made in 1971 should omit the role of the Church. A kind of silent protest? Telefis Eireann had been going for ten years, and was suspected by many in the Hierarchy of harboring dangerous young radicals and subversives. De Valera, who left frontline politics in 1959, had delayed the service's introduction bc he feared its corrupting tendencies: the Republic was the last state in Europe to get its own channel. O'Shannon was RTE's star reporter after his spell in the Congo with Irish UN peacekeepers, but he was considered unsound bc he had enlisted in the Royal Air Force during World War Two. Perhaps it is hindsight, but to my eyes this film plays like a subtle critique of the Ireland Fianna Fail was so proud of, as much as an elegy for the old days and ways.
Sean lemass started the economic war with England in the 1930s and almost single handedly ruined the irish economy. The" letter "from America was irelands saviour not lemass .
@@michaelodonnell7970 Lemass was doing Dev's business. He spent a long time waiting for dead Taoiseach's shoes- he was Tanaiste on and off for 14 years after WW2- but he was not played out by the time he got them, unlike Anthony Eden as heir apparent to Churchill. You can say that Lemass learned from his prewar mistakes. The Economic War had been mainly his doing- Dev knew little about economics- and the parastatal bodies Lemass set up such as Bord na Mona did little to stimulate entreprenurship. This was the economic counterpart of FF's cultural isolationism, with autarky in both areas accentuated by neutrality. The trouble with Lemass's turn to glasnost was that it was flimsily rooted: inward industrial investment ebbed and flowed with the relative cheapness of labor, technical education was neglected and emigration never really stopped, far less reversed. Moreover, the gap in living stzndards between the Pale and the rest of the country widened, bequeathing social problems which persist half a century after this documentary came out. Lemass stopped the rot but did not cure it. His inheritors were distracted by the Troubles.
@@dmvzfdac they were ringing the 🐎, the first step in breaking a wild horse after catching him ,they'll get him going clockwise then anticlockwise ,no harassment there ,we have the height or respect foe all animals
He was probably spot on. The Economic war with UK ended.... From the outset of these talks, which began in London on Jan 17, 1938, Chamberlain was ready to hand over the Irish ports and renounce Britain’s other rights under the 1921 treaty. He also indicated that Britain would drop her claim to land annuities, but he warned there could be no partition settlement, without the support of the majority in Northern Ireland.
I'd say she drove to the pub with her partner on a moter bike and left it on for reasons unknown, maybe she was getting ready to leave, it does stick out though, it was popular back then for young adults to get mobeds/moter bikes. My mother and father use to buzz around the place on one as a couple in the seventies.
@@liamanderson1960 Liam, Hello, I did not expect you to respond so soon.. I prefer to share the details in private Email please? I’ll be happy to give info…
Gerry, Joe and Pat came from the Galway side of Clare..part of the land was in Clare.. According to the 1901 and 1911 Census they spoke both Irish and English growing up…I know this because they are my uncles and my father (their brother) had great Irish..the Galway accent has softened since..
There was still parts of Ireland like this upto the mid 90s but it died away finally from the celtic tiger and we didn't appreciate it when we had it which is kind of sad and nostalgic to look at
Yes agree 100%, prosperity brought selfishness, people born in late 80s never knew this life. A wealthy country today.
Very genuine country folk salt of the earth
Pigs are super smart and can be really friendly and have great smiles when they’re happy
Happy smiling pigs up to that last moment?
I'd say someone like yourself wouldn't know a whole lot about happiness. I'll bet you're an expert on bigotry though
These programs are priceless.
Q1
What a gem. This is the rural ireland of my childhood.
I could listen to this Wonderful smiling farmer all day long, hope he enjoyed being the first retired farmer 🤪😁
Good I love watching these old characters
The Great Cathal O'Shannon is the interviewer here this is an excellent example of the fine work he did . RIP Cathal . He didn't even get a proper obit from the RTE crowd
Joe (1912-1976). Patrick (1900-1987). Requiescant In Pace.
What became of there farm , did they sell and move to Tipperary
Great stuff, happy days, may they rest in peace those that have gone.
Thanks for this glimpse into the past.
☘️🌝🌲
"Love, it's a luxury of the poor, we can't afford it"......wisest words I've heard in a long time.
What a character he was .......I could watch a Netflix season on him alone
I love Ireland and it’s wonderful people. Greetings from Wales.
We love Wales, Our dear 1st cousins
Irish people can talk and you will listen, it's a gift.
I love these real people ❤️
Natural people....yet with real wisdom. We need more of this today!
As a irish american, we lost something dear to us that not even whisky can solve
Tiocfaidh ár lá
@@Monkey_The-D Yer an American.
@@colmcgillveray1010 your point?
Beam me back to 1971. Feck 2021!!
Reminds me of me old mate Tommy from Longford, tommy lived at the top of farm lane in the same house with nothing but a fire place, all 95 years of it, different life, but the people were always happy and just got on with it..❤️☮️❤️
I just loved that !! God love em all ❤
God bless them ❤️🌙🍀
At least they are living in peaceful harmony.
This man was a genius!
God Bless All Here.Amen ☘️🐝🌈
Sure and the same to yourself
So sweet💚 lovely documentary
Fabulous that was
Saving our Irish heritage 🍀🌙🌘🌕🌖🌒🌔🌑🌑➕
This is what he mentioned in video
This was excellent 👌
The two brothers remind me of Maya from Halls pictorial weekly on RTE years ago. Memories. ✊☘️
Not at all boy!
the derby, the farming and the haggling, this is how we should be allowed to live
Salt of the earth. Hod bless them.
Ah geez ... I love this. ☺️🥰
He was only 59 but that that was supposedly old enough in them days.
Loved this.
"and away we go up into the sky"
This type of ireland is gone... mores the pity
Excellent, thank you. 👌💕
The priest at the races happily spending his parishioners money and no one bat's an eyelid says it all about the seventies
Times got good here in USA in 1965, they went downhill starting in 1975. But life was good those sweet ten years.
did you forget the vietnam war ?
@Imix Muan Welcome to Africa!! But with no money, and few drugs.
Wonderful Window into a bygone age, what would that man think of the way Ireland is today?
Long gone are the storytellers and the pisoeg, we have eastenders and coronation st, The sound of the scythe replaced by the diesel John deere.
Pony and trap overtaken by the land cruiser.
Progress??
Don't think so
I don't think he'd be allowed live such a simple life nowadays. Farming as become a business rather than way of life, with reams of paperwork and red tape. The house would have probably been ransacked once word got round they had money. They were lucky to live in the time they did. Pity they didn't get the esb, might have stuck it out a bit longer then, would have made a massive difference.
My Father who grew up w/o plumbing or lavatory - they had a “room with a path” - the quaint term for a outhouse, no electricity so coal oil/kerosene lamps & started working on my Grandfather’s Lobster Smack at the age of 4 ..... would say NOSTALGIA always paints the picture brighter
Now kids live in the world of computer games and virtual reality.
@@robertnewell4054 that's true about nostalgia,all we can do is make the best of the era we're born in. It is great to have these records of bygone eras but we shouldn't kid ourselves that it was paridse back then. One thing I thought was sad about this piece was despite such a large family and an arranged marriage there was nobody from the next generation to continue the farm.
@@gilactico ….. I’ve seen this scenario numerous times. Instead of following in the footsteps of their progenitors they end up selling the farms, which in turn becomes a strip mall or housing tract.
Nothing much has changed 😀❤️
There's so many black haired folks in these Irish videos that seem like they are straight out of Portugal or Spain. See the fella at 9:35 chuckling away as the old farmer tells his stories.
There's a legend that survivors from the Spanish armada washed ashore on the west coast in 1588 settled and integrated into Irish society, there's a lot of people like this in Galway in particular
“Farmers are the biggest humbuggers in the world” lol
The woman in the crash helmet 🤣
She had to keep it on cause she didn't know the men from the telly were coming so she didn't have time to get the hair done she would have been the talk of the place lol
Pre crash helmet: The Hills Have Eyes.
Post crash helmet: Father Ted.
My Poppy wore the black hat ❤️🍀☘️
The accent of Jamaica came from Irish folk that talk like this.
Donegal Ireland 🍀❤️
County Mayo 💚❤💚
If you hear that accent in Donegal it will be the Guard (policeman) from Galway!
@@KateBates22zabu on the border i know it well
Joe and Pat lived five miles south of Galway on the Clare border.
150 acres nice.
@7:38, he was doing no-till before it was cool.
back in the day when facial hair was illegal
And even small farmers wore a collar and tie!
True story, my dad may very well have been the first man in Iarnród Éireann, if not the whole of CIE, to sport a beard. It was 1968, I think, and he was a Londoner, not long married to my Irish mother. Anyway, for some reason, she came back here first with my baby sister and he followed on a few weeks later... It may have been 'on spec', or he may have heard they were a man short, but he rolled up to Kent Station in Cork (or the old Albert Rd. station, possibly?) and got an interview, which went well, the station manager basically telling him he could start him on Monday (or whatever) but there was one hitch, would he have any objection to losing the beard? Then, like now, beards were actually popular amongst young men and my dad had a particularly fine, leonine example. Unlike today though, they might as well have been pure strychnine in the world of work; a beard might have been viable if your chosen profession was 'folk singer' but were not seen on public servants, having as they did all sorts of unfortunate associations for employers - like dope smoker; Communist; troublemaker, and 'skiving poetry type'; and it has to be said, with the beard my dad looked like 50% firebrand imam and 50% the ghost of Karl Marx himself. In truth he was none of those things, but I think he liked the way it gave him an air of, as Billy Connolly would have said, being "Windswept and Interesting"; not to mention that my mum, in the parlance of the time, *"dug"* it! Nevertheless, here he was, not to put too fine a point on it, an immigrant, quite literally fresh off the boat (in fact it's quite possible he could _see_ the boat, the MV Inisfallen in it's Mk. II 'Rustbucket' iteration, tied up at the quays from the station manager's window!) Now he was White and English speaking, to be sure, which, let's be honest, can't have hurt his chances any; but he was also a _Sasanach,_ a _'Tan',_ or subject of Perfidious Albion, just coming of the half - centennial of 1916, and with a palpable sense of dark storm clouds building in the 'Six Counties'... and while his interviewer seemed like a fair and open - minded fellow, jobless as he was, and trying to keep his wife and child in a rabbit - hutch flat and having another sprog (yours truly) on the way, my pops said the only thing he _could_ sensibly say; much as he liked the beard, well, a job was a job and if necessary he would invest in a scissors, a razor and some blades (no five~blade razor technology with streamlining fins and lubricating comfort strips in _them_ days!!) before even going home for his dinner, and happy to do so... "Give me a moment", said the station manager, "I have to make a phone call..." >klik< "Dympna, get me Heuston [Station, Dublin, CIE HQ] there on the phone, would you? Thanks... (OK, technology in Ireland - and, possibly, office relations - had probably reached the stage in the late '60's that the Guv'nor placed the call himself, but I'm trying to preserve the sense of it being _a different time_ here; not to mention that, unfortunately, I've never told a short story yet if I could make it a long one! I digress...) "Hello, Mr ______ ? It's _______ here down in Cork. You know that position for porter we've been looking to fill down here in Kent Station? Well, I've a young man here, and he's ready to start. Only thing is, he's got a beard... always been the company's policy... No, he says he's happy to shave it off, but I have to say, it _is_ quite magnificent! ...Well, yes, we _are_ quite short - handed... That's true, he did... (Laughs)Well, he did, you're right! Thank you, Sir, yes, I'll tell him that... Yes, we'll definitely have to go for a pint the next time you're in Cork... On you, yes... Grand job. Bye. Bye." He puts down the phone and turns again to my father. "So", he says, darkly, "I've just talked to Mr. ______ up in Dublin, he's the head of the rail division for the whole country; and what he said was 'Karl Marx wore a beard'... (and here he pauses for effect) 'but so did our Lord; and that's good enough for him!' Come in tomorrow morning and we'll sort you out for a uniform and a timecard, we'll start you on the 8 to 4 Monday morning". And so with that, the mold had been broken and this, as yet unborn, commenter's future had suddenly become a little brighter.
Of course, under the immutable law of "You make an exception for one..." It wasn't long before a shunter had decided that what was good enough for "Jerry the 'Pagan' " (ie, Englishman) was good enough for him; and next thing there were reports that beards were breaking out all over on the Cork buses. The rot had set in inexorably, such that by the 1980's, guide books reported that Irish bus drivers were engaged in an in~house sport known as "Who can make their uniform look least like a uniform", and that the fleet was emblazoned inside and out with graffiti... Of course, those great days have passed, and of course my father can't claim credit for the graffiti; but as to the rest, well it all started in Cork, on the railways, with my Old Man. Fair makes ya proud, so it does!
Our. HEAD. IS. OUR. BOOK, :: DOWN TO. EARTH. PEOPLE ,, NOT LIKE-THE. WET WOKE,S OF TODAY. Couldn’t,t. Run a Bath &. Would. Never survive : IF TIMES. GOT TUFF,
D aul head is the book
Is this a repeat of the previous video?
Fantastic documentary but being from Belfast I had trouble trying to make out the accent.
I think we all did.
@@thatssamhesgreat im from Galway i could add subtitles for ye lol
As a non native speaker, I'm happy it's not just me... :-)
Watch out for the poor craters 🤣
The old brothers stand for De Valera's comatose dream of Holy Ireland: piety and poverty. Maybe its peak was 1979, when one-third of the population turned out to see the Pope in remote Mayo. How many could His Holiness draw in 2021?
Behind the facade Lemass and Whitaker had been hard at it for some years trying to staunch the terrible loss of human capital through emigration. They sought a new sugar daddy in the EU after relying on Britain and America had almost run the Republic into insolvency. They tried to renew its creaking infrastructure, neglected since the Cosgrave administration of the 1930s had brought off projects such as the Shannon hydropower scheme.
But what was to follow the moment of this documentary was a febrile series of booms and busts, in which inequality widened and speculators waxed and waned. Corruption of public life by gombeens followed its vitiation by ex-gunmen turned politicians. Old enmities and issues such as the Border and Church interference faded; but was Ireland better for being jerked around by Brussels bureaucrats, looted by local swindlers and flooded by cheap-labor immigrants with no roots in the country?
Are Pride processions and easier abortion the proudest precipitate of what the IRB fought for, or just part of the business of making Ireland one more small region of consumerized GloboWorld Inc.? 'Modern' Ireland is becoming like everywhere else: prosperous on paper and in the trappings of everyday life, but full of vaguely dissatisfied, insecure people who fear they are losing their identity.
You forgot to mention the Catholic Church abusing children, trafficking babies, and the slavery of the Magdalene Laundries. Male family members impregnating their young female family members and having them banished by the Church. The biggest stain on Ireland’s history.
@@davinathorne5215 It is interesting that a documentary about rural Ireland made in 1971 should omit the role of the Church. A kind of silent protest?
Telefis Eireann had been going for ten years, and was suspected by many in the Hierarchy of harboring dangerous young radicals and subversives. De Valera, who left frontline politics in 1959, had delayed the service's introduction bc he feared its corrupting tendencies: the Republic was the last state in Europe to get its own channel. O'Shannon was RTE's star reporter after his spell in the Congo with Irish UN peacekeepers, but he was considered unsound bc he had enlisted in the Royal Air Force during World War Two. Perhaps it is hindsight, but to my eyes this film plays like a subtle critique of the Ireland Fianna Fail was so proud of, as much as an elegy for the old days and ways.
@@esmeephillips5888 very well said.
Sean lemass started the economic war with England in the 1930s and almost single handedly ruined the irish economy. The" letter "from America was irelands saviour not lemass .
@@michaelodonnell7970 Lemass was doing Dev's business. He spent a long time waiting for dead Taoiseach's shoes- he was Tanaiste on and off for 14 years after WW2- but he was not played out by the time he got them, unlike Anthony Eden as heir apparent to Churchill.
You can say that Lemass learned from his prewar mistakes. The Economic War had been mainly his doing- Dev knew little about economics- and the parastatal bodies Lemass set up such as Bord na Mona did little to stimulate entreprenurship. This was the economic counterpart of FF's cultural isolationism, with autarky in both areas accentuated by neutrality. The trouble with Lemass's turn to glasnost was that it was flimsily rooted: inward industrial investment ebbed and flowed with the relative cheapness of labor, technical education was neglected and emigration never really stopped, far less reversed. Moreover, the gap in living stzndards between the Pale and the rest of the country widened, bequeathing social problems which persist half a century after this documentary came out.
Lemass stopped the rot but did not cure it. His inheritors were distracted by the Troubles.
What was the point of harassing the horse (16.40). Didn’t understand that
I think they're trying to break it in
@@hotdogtrainer5359 never seen it done like that before
@@dmvzfdac they were ringing the 🐎, the first step in breaking a wild horse after catching him ,they'll get him going clockwise then anticlockwise ,no harassment there ,we have the height or respect foe all animals
Times got good when hit.ler invaded poland, never has that phrase been used before.... LOL
These men had their own analysis of the world. Articulate and wise. They were more contemplative and reflective.
Quote of the programme that was. Had to rewind it a couple of times just to be sure of the context.
He was probably spot on.
The Economic war with UK ended....
From the outset of these talks, which began in London on Jan 17, 1938, Chamberlain was ready to hand over the Irish ports and renounce Britain’s other rights under the 1921 treaty. He also indicated that Britain would drop her claim to land annuities, but he warned there could be no partition settlement, without the support of the majority in Northern Ireland.
10:04 l would like to know why doesn't he have electricity.
Oh my dA people from Tipperary Ireland ✔️ Irish old Catholic 🍀 get dressed up for Catholic mass in Latin ✔️
We can still find it in Latin in London but you have to look very hard.
If we turned up bareheaded the nuns would put a Kleenex on our heads (we'd go to Mass from school)
@@janesmith9024 Latin mass in saint Johns church Waterford every Saturday morning @11.00
Can anyone explain why there is a woman wearing a helmet in Egans Bar ?
I'd say she drove to the pub with her partner on a moter bike and left it on for reasons unknown, maybe she was getting ready to leave, it does stick out though, it was popular back then for young adults to get mobeds/moter bikes. My mother and father use to buzz around the place on one as a couple in the seventies.
Tiocfaidh ár lá.
Did they sell up and move to Tipperary to a smaller holding
They moved to Crinkle, Birr Co Offaly to be near their brother John who lived near Roscrea Co Tipperary.. (my father)
Crinkle, Birr, Co Offaly..
Thank you so much for getting back to me. I was fascinated by the two gentlemen.
@@damianflanagan7359 can i ask what happened to there farm it was very large. Did they sell it in the end. Are they burried in Tipperary
@@liamanderson1960
Liam,
Hello,
I did not expect you to respond so soon..
I prefer to share the details in private
Email please? I’ll be happy to give info…
😅🚜🐴🐖👍
16:40 what exactly are they trying to achieve here?
Break in the horse (to make him more domesticated). still done today
❤️➕☘️🍀🌙
59 years old??
they had extremely hard lives
A Celtic witch 🍀☘️❤️➕🌑🌔👍🔫😭🐞✔️😮👍
Subtitles, anyone?
tf is this
IF THATS A GALWAY accent then Im a moldovan.sounds very very like a KERRY brogue to me-def not Galway
Next time you visit ireland listen to the Galway accent
Its near Gort, that's the accent round there, bit of influence from Tipperary and Clare
Gerry,
Joe and Pat came from the Galway side of Clare..part of the land was in Clare..
According to the 1901 and 1911 Census they spoke both Irish and English growing up…I know this because they are my uncles and my father (their brother) had great Irish..the Galway accent has softened since..
Very Flann O'Brien...Wonderful stuff.
"We make a good aul blasht o money here" Some boy, Joe!