Daffodils (Narcissus), usually among the first bulbs to appear in the Spring, are already appearing in gardens in Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Daffodil Bulbs Emerging Before Their Scheduled Time In Co. Tipperary. Pic: G. Willoughby. (October 22nd 2023).
Gardeners often worry when they see daffodils, and other spring bulbs emerge long before their scheduled time, but do not be overly alarmed as, fortunately, there needs be little cause for future concern.
If our weather is unusually warm, as it has been in Co. Tipperary this year, Daffodil sprouts may already appear above ground, showing a few inches of their green tipped stems.
Should weather become more volatile than is normal however, it is best to cover up these premature shoots with a layer of bark mulch, peat or straw, thus shielding them from future severe frost damage; latter which could result in the tips of the leaves turning brown.
Pre-deceased by his parents Denis and Ellen, his sister Eileen; Mr Keogh passed away peacefully, while in the care of staff at Ennis Road Care Facility, Two Mile Inn, Co. Limerick.
His passing is most sadly missed by his nieces Ann, Helen and Marie, nephew Tony and Domo, grandnieces, grandnephews, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mr Keogh, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.
The extended Keogh family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Lyrics: Singer-songwriter and political activist Annie Lennox. Vocals: American singer and actress, nicknamed “the Voice”, the late, great Ms Whitney Houston.
Step By Step.
Well, there’s a bridge and there’s a river, that I still must cross. As I’m going on my journey, oh, I might be lost, And there’s a road I have to follow, a place I have to go. Well, no one told me just how to get there, But when I get there I’ll know. ‘Cause I’m taking it, step by step, Bit by bit, stone by stone, (yeah), brick by brick, (oh yeah), Step by step, day by day, mile by mile, (ooh, ooh, ooh), And this old road is rough and ruined, so many dangers along the way. So many burdens might fall upon me, so many troubles that I have to face. Oh, but I won’t let my spirit fail me, oh, I won’t let my spirit go, Until I get to my destination, I’m gonna take it slow. Because I’m making it mine, step by step, (you know I’m taking it), Bit by bit (bit by bit, come move), stone by stone, (yeah), Brick by brick, (brick by brick by brick by brick, mmm), Step by step, (step by step, I’m gonna), day by day, (day by day), Mile by mile (ooh), go your way, go your way, say it, baby, don’t give up, You’ve got to hold on to what you got, oh, baby, don’t give up, You’ve got to keep on moving on, don’t stop, (yeah, yeah), I know you’re hurting, (I know you’re hurting), And I know you’re blue, (I know you’re blue), I know you’re hurting, (I know you’re hurting), But don’t let the bad things get to you. I’m taking it step by step, (oh, oh, oh, oh), Bit by bit, (bit by bit, come move), stone by stone, (stone by stone, yeah), Brick by brick, (brick by brick by brick by brick), Step by step, (I’m gonna take it now), day by day, (day by day), Mile by mile, (ooh), go your own way, go your own way, Bit by bit, (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), Stone by stone, (yeah, stone by stone), brick by brick, (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), Come on, baby, (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), Step by step keep on moving, day by day, (day by day-ee), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), (Come on, baby, got to keep moving), Mile by mile by mile by mile, go your own way. END
The man accused of a spate of bookmaker robberies in Co. Tipperary, before being arrested in west Co. Dublin, on Wednesday, October 18th last; who appeared before Judge Miriam Walsh at a sitting of Cashel District Court yesterday afternoon, October 20th, has now been named as Mr Declan Murphy.
Mr Murphy who gave an address at No. 7 Church View, Kilmeague, Naas, County Kildare, stands charged with stealing €3,500 in cash from Ladbrokes bookmakers in The Square, Fethard, Co. Tipperary on September 28th last. Mr Murphy also stands charged with an attempted robbery at Bar One Racing, Davis Road, Clonmel, Co Tipperary on October 7th last; the theft of €800 from Ladbrokes in Bailey Street, Killenaule, Co. Tipperary, on October 12th, together with the theft of €3,000 from Bar One Racing Unit 2, Ballylynch, Carrick-on-Suir, Co Tipperary, on October 15th last.
No application for bail was sought on behalf of Mr Murphy, who had remained unemployed since February this year, but had been working for 17 years prior to that occasion.
Mr Murphy was remanded in custody to appear before Clonmel District Court on Tuesday next, October 24th.
Poem by British poet, comedian, songwriter and presenter of radio and television programmes Ms Pam Ayres, MBE.
Picture: G. Willoughby.
Oh, I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth, And spotted the perils beneath, All the toffees I chewed, And the sweet sticky food, Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
I wish I’d been that much more willin’, When I had more tooth there than fillin’, To pass up gobstoppers, From respect to me choppers, And to buy something else with me shillin’.
When I think of the lollies I licked, And the liquorice allsorts I picked, Sherbet dabs, big and little, All that hard peanut brittle, My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Mother, she told me no end, “If you got a tooth, you got a friend” I was young then, and careless, My toothbrush was hairless, I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right, I flashed it about late at night, But up-and-down brushin’, And pokin’ and fussin’, Didn’t seem worth the time… I could bite!
If I’d known I was paving the way, To cavities, caps and decay, The murder of fillin’s, Injections and drillin’s, I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lay in the old dentist’s chair, And I gaze up his nose in despair, And his drill it do whine, In these molars of mine, “Two amalgum,” he’ll say, “for in there.”
How I laughed at my Mother’s false teeth, As they foamed in the waters beneath, But now comes the reckonin’ It’s me they are beckonin’ Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth. END
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