Elmer B Fuddled
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Chit Chat and All That...
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Hahahaha...I'm may, but I feel like June, HAHA
I'm December!
What the heck is that? A Catopus?
RELEASE THE KRAKEN CAT!Hahahaha...
I'm December!
What the heck is that? A Catopus?
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Bahaha... hysterical!
I guess I am the Crakencat!
Just wanting to tear apart tinnitus!!! Ughhhhh
Careful, Once. It'll be your nickname till the end of time (or end of T).
Someone sent this too me and I really liked it. However, every time I see something with an owl now I think of this thread!! Ha-ha! Mainly @Labyrinthine
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December but most days feel like the whole damn year.
Now I'm off for a few days, to travel, wedding anniversary for this aul one.
But @OnceUponaTime I will write about the ancestors for you, I'm sure you will be astonished or what the hell?
Now I'm off for a few days, to travel, wedding anniversary for this aul one.
But @OnceUponaTime I will write about the ancestors for you, I'm sure you will be astonished or what the hell?
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Someone sent this too me and I really liked it. However, every time I see something with an owl now I think of this thread!! Ha-ha! Mainly @Labyrinthine
That's a pretty majestic kitty.
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I have been bitten by mosquitos this evening whilst out walking, I feel like this bird lol, I need a good scratch
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I thought he was making himself look skinny.
Look at the eyes... Diabolical!
Wow. Castlevania is amazing. The visuals, the voicework, the action, all of it is spectacular. I haven't even played the games and I'm hooked. Viewer discretion seriously advised, though.
Elmer B Fuddled
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Ok, @OnceUponaTime, here it is. My great grandfather came from Ireland during the famine of 1840s. He was Thomas Moore, from Dublin. After arriving he headed west via wagon train, travelling with, but not affiliated with Joseph Smith of Mormon faith who had been run out of town for to many wives and so forth. Thomas arrived in Idaho where he passed away leaving his wife and 2 sons. The oldest son with the same name, Thomas, became my grandfather, but only after he left Montana being dismissed by the Jesuits, as his mind was more focused on women and marriage. He moved to Idaho, and worked on the railroad. His brother came later to do the same, working on the railroad. The brother, James was his name, he must have been a bit on the wild side, where one night he got himself into a fight. He was accused of stabbing a man. To where he fled the country. My grandfather being upset by this he distanced himself from the family. He changed his name. He then met my mothers mother and her family came from a little place in Wicklow county called Dungunstown, where today I live 25 kilometres from. The only thing there is a Protestant church, built in the 1600s and an old remains of a castle. The community of people are farmers and Protestants. My moms mother her maiden name is D'Arcy. And they left Ireland in 1850 at about the end of the famine. His name was William Arthur D'Arcy. Him and his wife had to escape Ireland because his wife was Catholic which at that time was not allowed. They were married on a Sunday and boarded a ship for America on Monday. They eventually settled in Iowa, where after a number of children his wife passed. He sold his land then migrated to Washington, the state. That is where grandfather met grandmother, she was 14 when they married, producing 10 children, she passed away at the age of 33. So let's jump to the future. I lived in Montana and have a cousin who did all this genealogy your reading. It took 12 years of searching to find the D'Arcy side. So in 2000 I went to Ireland to try to find cousins who were living in Dungunstown. Which I did and after a week of phone calls they agreed to meet. But in the meantime I travelled to the area where they lived, and drove right to the church as if I had been doing it all the time.
To be continued.
To be continued.
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@OnceUponaTime, so here we go. Waiting for the so called relations to agree to a meeting, I searched the church graveyard. In it is a lot of D'Arcy graves. In old times names especially male they just turned the names around. Such as William Arthur, to Arthur William. It's a long process but it has to do with fathers both sides of family. Now my uncle, who was brother to my mothers mother was Arthur William he lived in Spokane Washington his wife her name was Marion, (now remember these names as they are going to shock you).
In the graveyard is Arthur William who passed in 1998. About the same time as uncle Arthur in Washington. So searching, and behind the church I found a headstone dated 1743. On it is the name William D'Arcy and buried later his wife Mary.
On Tuesday that week the cousins decided we could meet. You must understand the Irish play very close to their chest, and any outsider may have a skeleton hanging with them. I did not I only wanted to see if they would or could recognise any of the 50 pages of paper and pictures I brought with me. I was met at the church by the wife whom I followed to their home. Now this gentleman was silver haired and big, but I noticed he had the same chin as myself. He was very standoffish. But I talked with them and he became more relaxed. I pulled a paper from my stack and handed it to him, he glanced it over, stood up and left the room returning 5 minutes later then proceeded to hand my paper back, but he also handed me the a paper which was exactly the same as the one I gave him. "I guess, he said, we are cousins welcome."
Now since that time we have visited many weekends with them.
Now this piece is the most strangest part of it all. Sit down it's going to be brain clogging.
I left back to Montana after 5 weeks of travelling Ireland but at the last became very very I'll so booked to go home earlier than planned. After arriving I seen my own dr. He had no idea what I had picked up but boy was I sick. He handed me a bunch of meds if you don't get better in a week come back. So I did the meds with whiskey chasers and after feeling better went to town and managed to consume a lot of whiskey then drove home. At which point I turned on the computer and drunkenly joined some damn dating site, wondering if there were any lovely lasses wanting to chat. Nope. But 4 days later an email appeared from a lady from Wicklow county who lived in a village. Which I had passed through on my first visit. Well we visited for a while back and forth. I had planned to return to Ireland to do more searching on grandfather side. Planning to go in March of 2002. My mother had just been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer so I postponed my trip. I wrote to this lady in Ireland explaining why I wouldn't be coming. She being the lovely person she is sent back asking how my mother was doing. "Well now, I said to myself, that's the only person who has questioned about my mom, I want to meet her."
Which we did finally and it was the greatest thing to happen with my life at that time. After 3 years of going to and from Ireland and her coming to Montana, after 4 attempts at asking her to marry, she agreed.
Now her Maiden name is Larkin, remember where my moms mom came from. In America many irish were arriving, and in 1850 the Iowa census was being done. In my grandmother's home at that time they had 2 families staying with them, and yes one family was Larkin.
Now we must go back to that headstone in Dungunstown dated 1743. My birth name is William my wife's birth name is Mary, but she goes by Marion because of 1954 the year of the Marian. It's some religious thing.
I always wondered why that every time I stepped into that graveyard and that headstone what made me drop to my knees and cry, and the eery feeling that comes over me. I truly am questioning that. Now Mary has learned that her past relatives the Larkins lived less than 10 miles from the D'Arcy farm.
We were married 200 some years ago.
How's that? Who knows.
In the graveyard is Arthur William who passed in 1998. About the same time as uncle Arthur in Washington. So searching, and behind the church I found a headstone dated 1743. On it is the name William D'Arcy and buried later his wife Mary.
On Tuesday that week the cousins decided we could meet. You must understand the Irish play very close to their chest, and any outsider may have a skeleton hanging with them. I did not I only wanted to see if they would or could recognise any of the 50 pages of paper and pictures I brought with me. I was met at the church by the wife whom I followed to their home. Now this gentleman was silver haired and big, but I noticed he had the same chin as myself. He was very standoffish. But I talked with them and he became more relaxed. I pulled a paper from my stack and handed it to him, he glanced it over, stood up and left the room returning 5 minutes later then proceeded to hand my paper back, but he also handed me the a paper which was exactly the same as the one I gave him. "I guess, he said, we are cousins welcome."
Now since that time we have visited many weekends with them.
Now this piece is the most strangest part of it all. Sit down it's going to be brain clogging.
I left back to Montana after 5 weeks of travelling Ireland but at the last became very very I'll so booked to go home earlier than planned. After arriving I seen my own dr. He had no idea what I had picked up but boy was I sick. He handed me a bunch of meds if you don't get better in a week come back. So I did the meds with whiskey chasers and after feeling better went to town and managed to consume a lot of whiskey then drove home. At which point I turned on the computer and drunkenly joined some damn dating site, wondering if there were any lovely lasses wanting to chat. Nope. But 4 days later an email appeared from a lady from Wicklow county who lived in a village. Which I had passed through on my first visit. Well we visited for a while back and forth. I had planned to return to Ireland to do more searching on grandfather side. Planning to go in March of 2002. My mother had just been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer so I postponed my trip. I wrote to this lady in Ireland explaining why I wouldn't be coming. She being the lovely person she is sent back asking how my mother was doing. "Well now, I said to myself, that's the only person who has questioned about my mom, I want to meet her."
Which we did finally and it was the greatest thing to happen with my life at that time. After 3 years of going to and from Ireland and her coming to Montana, after 4 attempts at asking her to marry, she agreed.
Now her Maiden name is Larkin, remember where my moms mom came from. In America many irish were arriving, and in 1850 the Iowa census was being done. In my grandmother's home at that time they had 2 families staying with them, and yes one family was Larkin.
Now we must go back to that headstone in Dungunstown dated 1743. My birth name is William my wife's birth name is Mary, but she goes by Marion because of 1954 the year of the Marian. It's some religious thing.
I always wondered why that every time I stepped into that graveyard and that headstone what made me drop to my knees and cry, and the eery feeling that comes over me. I truly am questioning that. Now Mary has learned that her past relatives the Larkins lived less than 10 miles from the D'Arcy farm.
We were married 200 some years ago.
How's that? Who knows.
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