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Friday, 22 January 2016

Last Round up Instalment 6



Once again a Happy New Year to those who find little bits of interest from what I place before you in my blog. As I have mentioned before I tend to switch to items that appeal to me with the hope there is a few crumbs that may feed your interest.


This time I am going to give you a few pages from my book, A Walk With an Irishman.
In May 1989 I received a letter from my brother Ken asking me if I would come home to visit my remaining family in Dublin. He said ‘ you’ll have somewhere to stay, and we’ll give you some spending money.’ My brother Gerald had a three bedroom house with only himself living there. It It had been the family house, so Gerald could be classed as the last of the Mohicans. I could have said the Robinsons reign there, but that sounded a bit dull. This house had to be one out of the books. It was the only house we didn’t get kicked out of because my father was actually in the process of buying it it when he died. That’s a little bit of history the Robinsons will always relish.

And Now I have to tell you how this letter from Ken had its beginning. About four months earlier my sister Ann, by now living in Canada, came to see us for a quick qisit, She and Her husband Tom were on their way to a wedding in Australia so they decided to pay us a visit. It was wonderful after all those years to see my sister again. We never had any kind of a real family life with my father’s drinking, so this was something special. And Tom her husband was a real nice guy. Anyway Ann being a very astute woman spotted the weakness in my marriage. So when she got back to Canada she passed her feelings onto my family in Dublin. And that in turn brought this letter from my brother Ken which helped to turn my whole life around as you will see.


I talked to my daughter Rachel about Ken’s offer and she arranged for her husband-to-be to lend me the money for a one way airfare to Dublin. She said, Dad, this is just what you need. Rachel herself hadn’t long been home from visiting my family in Dublin, and she had the time of her life there. The family had fallen in love with her the moment she arrived for she is a true Irish Colleen with all the trimmings to go with it.


When I told my wife about Ken’s offer, she said ‘I won’t be going. I said to myself ‘how right you are! The only member of my family my wife had taken to was my mother, and even that was low key. Whenever I slipped down after work to have one of those lovely mother and son moments, and give her a few bob when I had it, I’d have to tell a few lies when I got home to explain why I was late.


I was now starting to get within reach of ending my drug addiction and was starting to feel quite proud of myself knowing I’d soon be completely in charge of my mind and body, to a degree I had never really been before.


Now the timing was about as perfect as one could get it. I’d been trying to wear my dentures but didn’t even give it a second thought. I don’t need them to tell me who I really am. If people have to put on an appearance to please others then I feel very sorry for them. In many circumstances we really only suffer because of the picture in our minds. So with the bit between my gums I flew back to the land I was born in.


On the first stage of the flight I fell into conversation with two women beside me, I said, don’t expect a big smile from me. Then I related a little of my bad experience with dentures. They both said they’d never have noticed it if I hadn’t mentioned it. That was a boost for my morale. Very discretely in the course of our conversation they asked me to share something of myself. I guess my new found sense of enthusiasm must have aroused their curiosity. I gave them an honest run down of where I was coming from. and all the excitement that was building up within me at the thought of seeing my Irish family in Dublin again. I can’t remember where they were bound for.


As we flew over the mainland of England memories of the days I spent in the R.A.F. began to circle through my mind. It was as though I was revisiting the past. What pleasant memories they were. It was a long time since I felt as happy as I did at that moment. And what made it so worthwhile was the fact I was no longer under orders from anyone. I was now a free agent only responsible to God and myself. Nothing but death or some kind of immobilization could stop me now, Jesus had already paid the price for my freedom. All I had to do was gather it in and lay the results at His Feet.


I do hope all of you who feel the need to find some sort of challenge in your lives and will find something as fortunate as I did to help you make life just that little more worthwhile.
Terry