dedalus Posted February 17, 2010 Share Posted February 17, 2010 Well, me Mam was a Dublin girl and she was like all them girls at the time, gilly-gooley, y'know, and with no fuckin sense whatsoever and she'd no idea what a fine thing she was (this would be back in the 1940s) until the lad's'd be lookin long at her, and twas then me father came along with his little moustache and fine ways and made a great show of respect to herself and to the suspicious parents, and I'll show you now what it was that brought these young people, bright, lively and dying for it, together, the shape of the way things were. There's me Mam, do you see, before she became me Mam, of course, but ... she had this lovely little bum on her and I think it would be fair to say it had a few curves on it that a man might gaze upon with a certain degree of painful longing, tooth-sucking, chair-squirming, stifling groans, and with no jobs to be had, no banknotes, nor no coins in his pocket, so very little to be done it was a case of Lookin' Do Be Free, but Jesus Mary and Joseph, it's a hard thing to have to be poor and trodden down by beauty, never mind the bleedin' rich. Apart from the bum of course, she had shapely long legs to go along with the collection and there was two of them that could be found below often clad in stockings and looking awful sleek and lovely as far down as the knee ... Daddy (not then) on the other hand had buttons on his trousers and they'd be growing a little bit tight and uncomfortable, from time to time when he'd be "calling upon" the McCarthy girl who was so innocent and proper with her glowering tall ex-policeman father and her three strong athletic brothers not to mention her super-Catholic mother who thought the pope was ringed in roses, sending young Lily away with rosary beads which was not what he had in mind with this awful globular itch stretching the buttons of the before-mentioned trousers. Sweet words were secretly confided, opposition was slowly overcome; nature with society coincided, Dad ended up with Mammy's bum. Without this tale of young love past, so patient, calm, yet also daring, you could sit back lazily on this List and subtract one son of Eireann! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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