25-05-2021, 09:36 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by
spitfire
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We ALL wear the Crown.
Jack fell down and broke his crown.
Made me think of poor Jack Kennedy who couldn’t duck down and lost his crown, so tragic and such a young man too, very sad.
We used to have crowns on everything over here the time we were under British rule, but no more, we have harps on everything now, and the more strings you can pull the better off ya be, hooks and crooks the lot of them, ya gotta be a special type of Sleeveen to be a politician.
Lovely old Irish word that, tailor made to describe politicians. Me dear old granny always told the brother and me to never to trust a Sleeveen.
Collectively, “A Sleeveen of politicians had gathered to cast they’re votes” (from Micheal Rowan’s book “Who said you couldn’t be fooled all of the time?”)
“Sleeveen”
noun
Irish
a sly, obsequious, smooth-tongued person
Collins English Dictionary.
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I was presented with a beautiful pewter mug by my son and daughter for my 50th birthday, that was 25years ago, they had purchased it in a posh Grafton St. shop and I’m sure they paid quite a few bob for it, it was made in 1945, the year I was born, it was all hand chased and featured an Irish round tower, a Celtic cross, and an Irish wolfhound, I treasured it, but we had a house break in three years later and it was stolen along with the video recorder and the TV, they were the popular items to take back then.
I have a special hidden safe for jewellery and other small items of value, never thought of putting the pewter mug there, I always kept it on the mantlepiece to show it off, so much for pride.
Back in the early years of the last century there was a Jewish fella in Dublin who had a small shop in the centre of town.
His name was Saul Dorr and he specialised in pewter ware.
His missus was a very dominating woman, she used to say that he was easily lead, and he didn’t dispewter.
The fellow loved his work and was never more happier than when he was casting pewter mugs, fluxing them up from his flux can ready for soldering on the handles.
He was brilliant at soldering and all things pewter, but the demand for such beautiful objects weaned and he emigrated to the States where he formed a society for other members of his trade, he called it
“The Pew Flux Clan”
Oh God! I think I’ll just creep off for me shower now.