Lee Havens Tinneny
The plan was made; the
day was set; to Goladuff we'd go;
The Tinnenys and the 'Blow-ins' had roots to seek and show.
The grand appointed day
had come; our goals we soon would fix;
A Sunday afternoon, the ninth of June, of 1996.
We dressed the part of
adventurers and headed for the lough;
Across we'd go from Quivvy shore; at Gola we would dock.
Neilie rowed the Tinneny
boat; the course was very sure;
Twas Maisie, Josie, Richard and Lee who stepped on Gola's shore.
The wind it blew, no
rain came down so Neilie headed back;
To go and fetch the others; sure, Michael took the track.
Hubert rowed the second
time and Bunty swam beside;
Susanna, too, now made the trip; it was an easy ride.
We stepped and strode
way up the hill; we chattered all the way.
There was no doubt, no question asked, this was a special day!
Returning to the
Homeplace ground, our roots we knew would soon be found.
Up through the lane, before so clear, now covered by yews and
moss, so drear.
The shell of the house
before us arose with walls propped up; no thatch exposed.
The Homeplace, once fine as any around, seemed destined a death,
down to the ground.
The briars, the ivy, the
nettles too, all whispered to us...
"Stay away! Go! Shoo!"
We wouldn't relent, our
intentions were pure.
We'd dig up the ground and poke all around; the past it still
The bottles, the pots,
the locks and the hinges,
Gave out with memories, joys and sad twinges.
The history was there
down deep and on top.
We knew that our hunting would not stop.
photos and the like;
Set us moving toward our next strike.
There Francis' and
Patrick's wee houses not far;
But part of the Tinneny's historical star.
We trod in the muck, the
mud and the mire;
But never did mind it, nor did we tire.
We'd been with the past
on Goladuff hills;
We'd been with each other; such a joy...such a thrill!
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