Kara's Story

Poems

When my mum was in school these are the poems that she learned in school.

Cat’s Sleep Anywhere

Cat’s sleep anywhere any table any chair
Top of piano window ledge
In the middle on the edge
Open drawer empty shoe
Anybody’s lap will do
Fit it in a cardboard box in the cupboard with you frock’s anywhere
Cat’s sleep anywhere

He Was As Old As Old Could Be

He was as old as old could be his little eyes could scarcely see his mouth was sunken in between his nose and chin and he was lean and twisted up and withered quite so that he couldn’t walk alright his pipe was always going out and then he would have to search about.
Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown
Tapping at the windows crying through the lock’s
Are all the children in bed for it is past eight o’clock.

When my mum was small there was different weather’s sayings back then like:
A red sky at night is a shepherd’s delight
When birds fly back and forth it is a sign of rainy weather.

Proverbs

A rolling stone gathers no moss.
A bird never flew on one wing.
You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

Sayings

Put 10 put 20 put 30 put 40 put 50 put 60 put 70 potato/put 80

Holy Wells

When my mum was small she used to go to the blessed well in Kilgeever. She used to go the blessed well with her mum and dad. She went there on a Sunday.

My Grandad

My Grandad and his family used to wash their feet in their river. My Grandad walked to school in his bare feet. My Grandad’s mum used to bake bread for them and they would have their own meat because they had sheep and pigs and they would have their own eggs from their chickens.

Yarn

My Grandad used to tell a yarn (a story told as if it were true but isn’t true) about two men walking down the road. They didn’t know how long they’d been in the pub and they were arguing over whether the light in the sky was the moon or the sun. They saw a stranger walking down the road and they went over to him. “Could you tell us whether that’s the moon or the sun?” one man asked. The stranger looked up at the sky and said, “sorry I couldn’t tell you I’m a stranger round here”. He then walked away.

Writer: Kara Gibbons Murray

Teller: Carol Gibbon

The original hand written story is available below

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This page was added by Brige Woodward on 29/05/2012.

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