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    'Aw Ra Best'
    'Aw Ra Best'
    'Aw Ra Best'
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    'Aw Ra Best'

    By Mary Connolly

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    School motto “ Ex parvo magnus” (out of the little come the great )
    “Everything which is written is meant to please or to instruct , the second object is difficult to effect without attending to the first”

    Aw Ra Best ( All the best) Commonly used greeting to wish you well

    In the beginning was the word, and the word was with Dad, and the word was Dad.

    The foundations of my dad’s family life were based on a strong Catholic, Victorian-influenced background where children should be seen and not heard, and he adhered to a rigid belief in everything the church dictated—including the law on contraception, thus allowing nature to take its course to the tune of thirteen children at the final count, including two sets of twins.

    Lucky for some, you might say, but a real pain in the ass for my mother. I’m female and the eldest, and I used to think my siblings were attempts to improve on nature. Perhaps the first production was a disappointment?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBalboa Press UK
    Release dateMay 16, 2021
    ISBN9781982283506
    'Aw Ra Best'
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    Mary Connolly

    Born in Glasgow, 1937. Eldest of a large family. Grew up during the War. Developed an early interest in drawing. Career move led to working as an illustrator in advertising. Other work included painting murals in leisure centres, etc. Has a great love of theatre and realised a dream when she appeared in a play, at the Edinburgh Festival. Loves to travel. Has two sons. Spent three years in San Sebastian with her husband and sons. Now living in Scotland.

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      'Aw Ra Best' - Mary Connolly

      ‘Aw Ra Best’

      MARY CONNOLLY

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      Copyright © 2021 Mary Connolly.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by

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      recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system

      without the written permission of the author except in the case of

      brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Balboa Press

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      The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use

      of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical

      problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The

      intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help

      you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use

      any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional

      right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.

      ISBN: 978-1-9822-8349-0 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-9822-8351-3 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-9822-8350-6 (e)

      Balboa Press rev. date:  05/14/2021

      Contents

      The Beginning

      Dad’s Inventions and Creative Ideas

      Holidays

      Uncle John

      Childhood Memories

      The War Game (1917), Charles A. Connolly (1898–1969)

      How to ‘Patch’ up Your Troubles and Address Life through Vitality!

      Coincidences or God Instances

      My Double Life

      Life in Creissan, France

      Journal Entry, 18 October 2005

      Edin

      Forcalquier, Provence

      France

      Grizelda

      The Table

      The Faerie Man

      About the Author

      The Beginning

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      In the beginning was the word, and the word was with Dad, and the word was Dad.

      The foundations of family life were based on a strong Catholic, Victorian-influenced background where children should be seen and not heard, and he adhered to a rigid belief in everything the church dictated—including the law on contraception, thus allowing nature to take its course to the tune of thirteen children at the final count, including two sets of twins.

      Lucky for some, you might say, but a real pain in the ass for my mother. I’m female and the eldest, and I used to think my siblings were attempts to improve on nature. Perhaps the first production was a disappointment?

      There was great emphasis on chapel attendance, twice and sometimes three times on Sundays. One of the more prominent organizations for men was the CYMS (Catholic Young Men’s Society), which needed a new label; none of them were any younger than 60years of age! Communion was a must when we went to Mass. I remember one particular Sunday my sister Cath and I arrived at St Roch’s to find the house full and had to sit in the front row. When it came time for communion, members of the congregation got up and made their way to the altar rails—except the Connolly sisters. Why we sat there like a pair of numpties I don’t know, but after communion was over, the priest returned to the altar and put all the gear away, and at that moment we decided to go to the rails in full view of the congregation. The altar boy drew the priest’s attention to the ‘pilgrims’, and without further ado, he opened the door to the tabernacle, came down the steps, and gave us what we came for. Now you’d think that two shy kids would dream of going into a deserted arena in full view of a packed house, never mind having to make the embarrassing return journey. However, better that than having to face Dad trying to explain something that even we didn’t understand.

      The church episode reminds me of the story Dad told about his mother, Granny Connolly, who had gone to a late Mass one Sunday and was faced with a dilemma when someone in the congregation farted, and she was torn between leaving her seat and being seen as the culprit or simply fainting, which was the effect bad smells had on her.

      Dad’s Inventions and Creative Ideas

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      Dad was interested in many things and had an inventive turn of mind. One day he decided to make butter in the washing machine. This machine would be considered a museum piece nowadays, but back then it was a real luxury. Dad’s brother, Uncle John, happened to be selling washing machines at the time, and our rapidly growing numbers made it more of a necessity than a luxury (though I never figured out where the money came from).

      It was an upright model, the washing motion alternating in clockwise/anticlockwise movement, swishing the clothes around. I remember him paring slices from an industrial-size bar of cream-coloured soap into the machine, which churned up a lather. An electric wringer, through which the clothes were fed (not necessary for the butter experiment), was attached. Maybe it was the churning motion that gave him the idea for making butter. I watched as he emptied the buttermilk into the churn and started the power, and after what seemed a very long time, blobs began to form on the surface. I don’t think it was entirely successful, as the experiment was never repeated, and any ideas of going into the dairy business went down the plughole!

      Next came the cream cookies. He was given a recipe for synthetic cream by one of his customers and decided he’d have a go at making cream cookies. I was sent to Ure’s Dairy on Royston Road to buy the buns, and when I arrived back, Dad was in the process of making the cream. The buns were cut in half, and cream spread on them like a sandwich. What Dad didn’t know was that I had been doing some spreading of my own, having collected a following on my route, resulting in a queue of weans at the door all lined up for free cream cookies. As he handed each bun to me to put on the worktop, I passed them on to the waiting mob. When he realized what was happening, I have a hazy recollection he was, to put it mildly, anything but pleased, though I’m sure later on he saw the funny side.

      I can recall a number of incidents featuring my father, like the time my sister, Fran, was about 4 or 5 and recovering from a bout of sickness. She was lying in the top bunk of a two-tier twin cot, which had been moved into what was known as the kitchen (living room to you) so that she’d be in the company of others. I had been asked to give her custard and pears (no problem), except that in order to do this, I had to let down the side of the cot, which opened outwards and would be resting on Dad’s bald head while he was dozing peacefully directly

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