When first I was hauled unwillingly to the Foresters’ Hall in
No way was I for continuing at this carry-on!! Imagine wasting a Thursday afternoon stuck in this hall. Never mind EVERY Thursday afternoon.
All I wanted was to be back in the Meadow or ‘Medda’ with the prospect of street football – or indeed anything but this dancing lark.
Yet I was about to get involved in a great, life-changing experience.
Irish Dancing has given me memories to treasure.
So it was Thursdays with Arthur Burns. No problem.
Dancing? Big problem! Dancing with girls, bigger problem still! And then thee problem, the wearing of a kilt. At times I looked at my mother and seriously wondered about her and the direction of my life. Football was easier to understand, even playing out in the street was easier, but this lark? It was to push me to consider, ever so slightly, leaving home, the great
When I look back I am amazed at the number of families that I was privileged to get to know, from my participation with Ceilidhe Dancing. So if I leave any out, please feel free to add your names (via Guestbook here) because I certainly have damaged some brain cells over the years.
This is my generation because there were ones before and after me. From the ‘Medda’ the Allen, Ruddy,
The Sweeneys from Carrivemaclone. The McNally family from Rostrevor. The
So to my memories. I hated Newry Feis, but for one reason only. The chance of being seen by mates, school or otherwise, wearing a kilt. I distinctly remember the day my mother took us outside the Town hall for a photograph and she wondered why I would not smile! The fear of God was in me of being caught with a kilt on.
I loved being encamped in the hall though and the buzz and tension of competition. Newry had that edge in competitions.
My first trip to the
For some unknown reason I stayed because the Irish dancing had the craic element that I enjoyed as I grew older. The sense of enjoyment was tempered by the sheer nerve-wrecking ordeal of dancing ‘solo’, – all too much for me. I loved the team dancing. As I got older I was to dance in the big teams. The Sword of Light, the Rose among the Heather and my favourite, the Four Winds. We danced these Three Tunes so often, even I got sick of it.