It’s not every day iGoogle Reader brings me such shocking news, but this morning I discovered my namesake has passed away and even more interestingly in Clonmel Tipperary where my branch of the family came from in the late 1800s. This is probably good enough for one of Snowy’s Friday Night Philosophy blogs. The [...]
The family history on my side is a somewhat tortured one. Coming from a long line of musicians, broken relationships abound and one or two have had an inclination to self medicate their problems with alcohol. A practice that would seem to have a very low success rate especially in relationship sustaining terms. One of [...]
In the Good Ol’ Days my Mum remarried when I had reached the dizzy heights of maturity at 12 years of age. They were interesting times because the marriage crossed the dreaded religious boundary between Roman Catholicism and the C of E. These days it wouldn’t crack a mention because those esteemed bodies have nothing [...]