Damien McLellan, myself and Tomás Sullivan, who both were crucial in the project Photo via Eoin Nevins |
At this point I imagine the ex hurricane Ophelia is known worldwide. The run up was alarming with weather warnings, ships and fishing boats running for cover and a national emergency being declared. Monday 16th October started bright and fine, and initially the hopes was that the storm would skirt the west coast and leave us alone, if with a lot of egg on face. But alas by 11am we were feeling its first effects here, which was about low water in the harbour…always a change with the tides! We were delighted when Joel, our son, returned from fishing just about the same time. They had gone to Woodstown to try protect the Oyster crop, but the wind had prevented the tide from dropping to its normal level…another bad sign.
My daughter#1 holding the first copy |
The trip to Lettertec was a trial with driving rain and flooded roads. But the feeling of holding your first book was some thrill. Of course the problem then was trying to ensure you sold them, or at least enough to cover the costs and pay back the credit union loan. The launch was the essential part we were told, and at least now we could look forward.
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The Book is now available to buy off the shelf in the following shops
Ardkeen Quality Food Store Waterford
Irish National Heritage Park, Ferrycarraig, Co Wexford
Nolans Bookshop, New Ross, Co Wexford
Powers shop Cheekpoint
More outlets coming soon
But the forecast on Thursday evening has a weather warning, storm Brian. Friday 20th was a busy day, I was up at 5am as there was a blog to get out and then of course the last minute jobs. By 3pm I was starting to flag, unfortunately the storm was doing the opposite. Outside the wind started to howl and the rain started to come down hard. And then the messages started to arrive, messages of apology! The weather was too bad to travel. People were really disappointed, and it was totally understandable if not the safe thing to do. I even wondered was it fair to go ahead. By 6pm my mood and energy was on the floor, but Deena dragged me out the door. “The show”, she said, “must go on”.
Me with Michael Farrell Barony of Gaultier Historical Society wishing me well |
And then the door started to open and people flooded in. So many I became over-whelmed…not then, but now as I am writing this. People I knew all my life, people like my neighbour Bridgid Power, 92 our eldest resident in the village now. My old schoolmates from Faithlegg Brendan Foley and Michael Duffin, William and Ger Doherty. People like Michael Farrell of the Barony of Gaultier Historical Society who would walk through a block wall for you. And people who I don’t even know except from the blog, people such as John Myler who came along with his family and who up to then I only knew through the social media world. To be honest the time was brief with little opportunity to properly speak with people and soon it was time for our very capable, and village elder in his own right to call the evening to order, Tommy Sullivan.
Tommy Sullivan MC on the night |
A very dapper Damien Tiernan entertains the crowd |
Damien brought the house down with his talk. It was everything I had imagined it would be. He spoke of our traditions, the characters, the nicknames, the inter-village rivalry and the desolation that not being able to fish creates. But he also spoke of the importance of working together, of digging deep, and of trying to rise above the naysayers, individuals who go out of their way to undermine and destroy those who try their best to achieve something positive.
my God Mother, Elsie, my cousin Michael ‘Spud’ Murphy and my Mother Mary |
Ray McGrath stood in for Noel McDonagh and spoke on behalf of the SE FLAG who had agreed to provide a percentage of funds towards the printing costs, and my dear friend Damien McLellan said a few words on the editing process, underlining the fact that we all need support in realising our dreams.