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Sonny Curtis, Member Of ‘The Crickets’ Passes Away aged 88 Years.

Sonny Curtis, R.I.P.

Sonny Curtis, Celebrated Songwriter and Member Of ‘The Crickets, Passes Away Aged 88 years.

Sonny Curtis, acclaimed songwriter, guitarist, and long-time member of Buddy Holly’s band The Crickets, has passed away at the age of 88 years. His daughter, Sarah Curtis, confirmed his passing following a sudden illness. He was surrounded by family and passed peacefully.

Born in Texas, Curtis first performed with Buddy Holly in the mid-1950s, later joining ‘The Crickets’ in 1958, just shortly before Holly’s tragic death. As lead guitarist, and later lead singer, Curtis helped carry the band forward in the years that followed, leaving an indelible mark on American rock and country music.

Curtis’ songwriting career produced some of the most enduring hits of the era. Among his best-known works are “I Fought the Law,” “Walk Right Back,” “More Than I Can Say,” and “The Straight Life.”
In 1970, Curtis recorded “Love Is All Around,” which went on to become the beloved theme song for ‘The Mary Tyler Moore Show‘, running for seven seasons and cementing his place in popular culture.

Throughout his career, Curtis’ contributions spanned genres and generations, influencing countless artists and resonating with audiences worldwide.

In ár gcroíthe go deo.

I’m No Stranger To The Rain.

Lyrics: Multi-award winning BMI songwriter Ron Hellard and the late American singer and songwriter Sonny Curtis (1937-2025)
Vocals: American country music and bluegrass singer and songwriter the late Keith Whitley (1954-1989)

I’m No Stranger To The Rain.

I’m no stranger to the rain,
I’m a friend of thunder,
Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me?
I’ve fought with the devil,
Got down on his level,
But I never gave in, so he gave up on me.
I’m no stranger to the rain.
I can spot bad weather,
And I’m good at finding shelter in a downpour.
I’ve been sacrificed by brothers,
Crucified for lovers,
But through it all, I withstood the pain.
I’m no stranger to the rain.
When I get that foggy feeling,
The one I’m feeling now,
If I don’t keep my head up, I may drown,
But it’s hard to keep believing,
I’ll even come out even,
While the rain beats a hole in the ground,
And tonight, it’s really coming down,
I’m no stranger to the rain,
But there’ll always be tomorrow,
And I’ll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine,
And I’ll put this cloud behind me,
That’s how the man designed me,
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane,
I’m no stranger to the rain.
Oh, no, I’m no stranger to the rain.

END

Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary – “The Oldest Of Old Kriegies” Published.

Michael Dempsey.

A book, entitled “The Oldest Of Old Kriegies”, has now been published by Moycarkey-Borris, Littleton Men’s Shed History Group, under the guidence of Dr Pat McMahon.

The word “Kriegie” [pronounced kree-gee] is the German military slang for an Allied prisoner of war held in a German internment camp during World War II.

Local history researcher and member of Moycarkey-Borris Littleton History Group, Mr Michael Dempsey, now reports.

The new publication “The Oldest Of Old Kriegies”, is a well sourced publication which has researched, for the very first time and in greatest detail, the life of former Littleton, Thurles, Co. Tipperary resident Mr Lawerence (Larry) Slattery.
Before coming to Littleton, Mr Slattery was born on February 28th 1913, some 35km away in Rossacrow, Donohill, Co. Tipperary, of parents Mary Ann (nee Moran) and Michael Slattery, both primary school teachers.

On September 4th 1939, Mr Slattery’s aircraft was shot down over the sea at Wilhemshaven, west of Hamburg, latter a coastal town in Lower Saxony, Germany, while attempting to bomb 4 warships.

Picked up from the sea Mr Slattery would go on to become the longest detained British P.O.W of the entire War; not being finally freed until Allied troops reached his prisoner-of-war camp (stalag) in April of 1945.

Thurles.Info website, back in December 5th, 2017 previously briefly wrote about Larry Slattery, however the research details entered into in this new publication greatly exceeds anything previously printed heretofore.

The video above © remembers Mr Larry Slattery and his beloved locality one more time from the sky’s above, with music courtesy of the late, great English composer and conductor Mr Ron Goodwin (1925 – 2003).

Moycarkey-Borris History Group Littleton (MBL) would like to thank the National Archives of Ireland, Military Archives of Ireland, University College Dublin (UCD) Archives, Rockwell College Archives, Lincoln University Digital Archives, British National Archives, Tipperary Studies (at Thurles Library), and family descendants, from whence this extensive research now featured in this publication was gleaned.

This new publication can be purchased from Book Worm Bookshop & Cafe,Thurles, The Horse & Jokey Hotel, from all retail shops in Littleton and directly from members of the Moycarkey-Borris, Littleton Men’s Shed, History Group. Mobile Phone: 086-3648664.

A Song For A Sunday.

“Count Your Blessings”.

Welsh singer Aled Jones.

Lyrics: By Edith Temple with music by Reginald Morgan first published in 1946.
Vocals: By Welsh singer, radio and television presenter and actor Aled Jones.

“Count Your Blessings”.

Count your blessings one by one,
When dawn appears and day has just begun.
They will light your heart with happiness,
Make each hour bright and bring you gladness.

Count your blessings one by one,
When twilight falls and toil of day is done,
And in sweet dreams they’ll come again to you,
If you will count your blessings each day through.

Count your blessings while you may,
For we are here but little time to stay.
All around are hearts sincere and true,
Lovely things abound just waiting for you.

Count your blessings while you may,
The big or small, whichever comes your way.
For then you’ll find this world a place of love,
If you will count your blessings from above.

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EPA Intervention Sparks Token Clean-Up Of River Suir In Thurles.

Residents shrug, visitors horrified, as Thurles river turns into an open sewer.

  • LAWPRO scientists warn Suir is ‘dying rapidly’ while Tipperary Council fails to act.
  • Twelve years of neglect and denial leave one of Ireland’s great rivers in crisis.
  • Officials accused of hiding 28 sewage outlets behind unchecked weed growth.

Yesterday afternoon, as a heavy downpour swept across Thurles Town, I took shelter beneath the trees on the banks of the River Suir and waited. As predicted at 3:00pm, as the bells from Thurles Cathedral struck the hour, the rain eased just long enough for me to capture a series of photographs and a short video, the evidence of which, now speaks for itself.

Video above shows sewage flowing openly in the River Suir, in Thurles Town centre.
The Fountain, once gifted to the Thurles Tidy Town Committee and stolen from the river Suir by council officials, with the knowledge of current serving local councillors, must now be returned.

What the footage show above is undeniable: Tipperary County Council officials, aided by Thurles Municipal District officials and supported by local councillors, are not only failing in their duty to protect the River Suir; they are directly contributing to its pollution and decline.

The reason the rampant weed growth along the riverbank is left uncontrolled is now obvious. These weeds serve as a natural curtain, concealing the 28 outlets discharging their contents directly into the river; a river which LAWPRO (Local Authority Waters Programme) scientists confirm is dying rapidly.

Yes, in response to an EPA memo last week, Council officials, who had deliberately ignored our warnings, made a token gesture. Two pallets, two plastic bollards, a pile of discarded clothing, and six supermarket trolleys were finally removed. But beyond that, little has changed. As my video above shows, bottles dumped into the river during this summer’s Town Park Music Festival still remain. The blame here cannot rest entirely with festival-goers; when public seating is installed by a river, litter bins must also be provided. Yet councillors and their officials continue to ignore this most basic of facts.

I spent over an hour yesterday in that putrid stretch of riverbank, speaking with those passing along the walkway near the Swinging Gates at the junction of Emmett Street and Thomond Road. After the downpour, one covered drain was spewing raw sewage; another carried foul runoff from the southern end of town. Spanish students and Ukrainian refugees were horrified by what they saw. Local residents, on the other hand, merely shrugged, “nothing new,” they said.
Even the ducks, same introduced years ago by the late Wilbert Houben, Thurles Gun Club and myself, paddled eagerly in the filth, feeding on its floating debris.

Meanwhile, on 11th September, (a full 13 days after I had contacted the EPA in Wexford), our local newspaper finally ran a piece on the issue. Disappointingly, the image used was a long outdated archive photo, showing a river that looked nothing like its current choked and dying state. The article itself read more like a promotion for a local politician, than an exposé of the environmental crisis being ignored for the past 12 years.

And so, the buck-passing continues. LAWPRO; Uisce Éireann; Inland Fisheries Ireland, etc. none are willing or able to take legal action against Tipperary County Council. Instead, information shuffles endlessly from one desk to another, while the river suffers in silence and our government runs around like a headless chicken, believing, like the two genetically enhanced mice, ‘Pinkey and the Brain’, that their hyper-intelligence is slowly taking over the world.

But let it be clear: as the video shows, this is ‘Not The End’.

A Song For A Sunday.

God’s Coloring Book.

Ms Dolly Parton.

Lyrics: American singer, songwriter, actress, philanthropist, and businesswoman Dolly Parton.
Vocals: The late American country singer Charley Pride (1934-2020) and the aforementioned Dolly Parton.

God’s Coloring Book.

Today as I was walking,
In the fields just down the way.
I sat down on a fallen log,
To pass the time away,
And as I looked around me,
The more that I did look,
The more I realize that I was viewing,
God’s coloring book.
I saw a golden ray of sunlight,
A silver drop of dew,
A soft, white floating cloud,
Sailing cross the sky of blue,
A yellow dandelion,
A pretty evergreen,
And some red and orange flowers,
Growing wild along the stream,
And the more I look around me,
And the more that I do look,
The more I realize that I was viewing,
God’s coloring book.
The greyness in an old man’s hair,
The pink in baby’s cheeks,
The blackness in a stormy sky,
The brown in fallen leaves,
And the multicolored rainbow,
Stretched across the sky,
And the purple haze at sunset,
Just before the night.
And the more I look around me,
The more that I do look,
The more I realize that I am viewing,
God’s coloring book.
Then I turn my face toward the sky,
And say a silent prayer.
And though God doesn’t speak to me,
I see him everywhere,
He is all around me.
He’s everywhere I look,
And each new day is but a new page,
In God’s coloring book.
Yes, each new day is but a new page
In God’s coloring book
.

END