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Our Good Friend Criostoir<br />
Dar le Darach<br />
It's a generation ago since I first met Criost6ir 6 Cearnaigh. The place: The Tara<br />
Irish Club the city-London. The hungry thirties had blown in with hunger<br />
marches, unemployment, and low wages when you did have work. I was one of the<br />
lucky ones; I had brothers there before me when I arrived in the big city.<br />
The cflance of getting a job depended<br />
on the good word in the right place.<br />
When the day's work was done and the<br />
worry of tomorrow was years ahead , the<br />
only place was the "Tara." The Tara<br />
was situated over Burtons, the drapers<br />
in King Street, Hammersmith. It was<br />
the Mecca of anyone with Irish blood<br />
in their veins. There you would meet all<br />
your friends and exchange the news<br />
from home and give any news you had.<br />
It was really home from home , and<br />
many a tear was shed when long lost<br />
brothers and sisters met, maybe for the<br />
first time in years. The atmosphere was<br />
truly Irish; there was no denying it.<br />
You saw fine strapping fellows there<br />
that only Irish blood could produce,<br />
and as for the girls- well, you could bet<br />
that there were no finer girls in Britain.<br />
There was a Ceili every Saturday<br />
night ; also one on Sunday evening. The<br />
band on the rostrum was the one and<br />
only Frank Lee's Tara Ceilf Band. I<br />
think he was one of the first in England<br />
to produce a Ceili record. I had all the<br />
records he produced and right good<br />
ones they are. When I left England I<br />
left them all behind me , and sorry I am<br />
that I did. The make up of the Band<br />
was as follows at the piano was Frank<br />
himself, and his signature tune, "The<br />
Harp that once," was played by him on<br />
all his records. The fiddles- Richie<br />
and Paddy Tarrant from Cork . On the<br />
piano accordeon was Jimmy Madigan,<br />
who had a shop where you could buy all<br />
Irish goods. Joe Hann on the piccolo<br />
and Criost6ir helped sometimes on the<br />
piccolo. I can't remember who played<br />
the drums. It was the first cell{ band I<br />
ever heard and I was delighted at the<br />
way Irish music was presented to the<br />
pUblic. I had been used to the strolling<br />
fiddler or the odd melodeon player at<br />
our ceilithe at home and the variety of<br />
instruments playing together really took<br />
my fancy. I could listen all night to the<br />
harmony produced by them. Cr{ost6ir<br />
really took my fancy with his trills and<br />
triplets on the piccolo . Paddy Taylor<br />
was there also with his concert flute and<br />
on meeting him again at the Fleadh in<br />
Thurles, I was delighted that he had<br />
passed on to his son the gift that God<br />
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gave him.<br />
HOLIDAY CAMP<br />
But I am digressing. I meant to talk<br />
about Criost6ir. I remember Good<br />
Friday, 1937. A party of us Irish folk<br />
took up walk ing sticks and headed for<br />
the open road. We took a bus to Hemel<br />
Hempstead, de-bussed and headed for<br />
the Holiday camp in Flonden. I did not<br />
know where it was but I followed the<br />
leader. It was in March and right cold it<br />
was too, and snow began to fall as we<br />
arrived at our destination. We had a<br />
goodly spate of musicians in the group<br />
which consisted of 14 or 15 , both boys<br />
and girls. We had a meal, then entered<br />
the recreation room and Criost6ir was<br />
elected Fear a 'T!. J im Magill took over<br />
the piano, one of the girls borrowed a<br />
fiddle from the resident band and the<br />
music started.<br />
Reels, jigs and hornpipes were the<br />
order of the day. Criost6ir directed<br />
that each Irish boy would take out an<br />
English girl and each Irish girl would<br />
take out an English boy . All of us knew<br />
the figures and we put our English partners<br />
through them and right well they<br />
entered into the spirit of the dance. Before<br />
we left they were well able to do<br />
the dances.<br />
As I said , it was Good Friday and we<br />
started out for the local Church to do<br />
the Stations of the Cross. I'm sure the<br />
priest did not know what was happening<br />
to see such a crowd arriving in the little<br />
Church that could only hold a few<br />
dozen . After leaving the Church we<br />
headed for the local tavern , not for a<br />
drink- I think most of us were nondrinkers-<br />
but for a little diversion.<br />
We arrived at the "Green Dragon"<br />
and Criost6ir took out the piccolo and<br />
started on the reels. The place was full<br />
of the usual country yokels and when I<br />
say yokels I mean it. They never head<br />
such music in their miserable lives and<br />
listened with awe to Criost6ir's rendering<br />
of good Irish traditional music.<br />
The music ·took over and the yokels forgot<br />
their drinking so much that the publican<br />
suggested to me that Criost6ir<br />
would have to stop playing as he was<br />
interfering with his trade. When Crlos-<br />
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CRIOSTOIR 0 CEARNAIGH<br />
t6ir had finished with the piece I told<br />
him what the publican had requested.<br />
"As the place is dead ," said Crlost6ir,<br />
" I think I'll play the Dead March in<br />
Saul," which he did. Before we left we<br />
all joined in si!1ging "0 ro se do bheatha<br />
abhaile" and as it was the year in which<br />
Hitler was making all the demands over<br />
Europe they all thought we were<br />
Germans. But we left no doubts in their<br />
minds as to our nationality.<br />
LITTLE IRISH OUTPOST<br />
Criost6ir marshalled his little Irish<br />
outpost and made for the Holiday<br />
camp . It was a glorious night , the snow<br />
crisp under our feet and I felt I could<br />
walk for ever. The English holiday<br />
makers were waiting with impatience to<br />
start again on the Irish dancing and as<br />
we got down to it the young hours of<br />
the morning saw us hard at it. As I already<br />
said , the weather was cold and<br />
snow lay all around. The camps were<br />
like snow houses and we shivered in our<br />
bunks 'till morning. Billy Butler, from<br />
Clonmel, said that he would leave on<br />
his collar and tie to keep his tonsils<br />
warm. When we were leaving the<br />
English folk were genuinely sorry and<br />
asked us to make reservations for the<br />
coming Summer- they enjoyed the stay<br />
so much that they , too , would book for<br />
the same time.<br />
Alas for our hopes. War loomed<br />
ahead and in a short time all the world<br />
was standing to armS. I had to return to<br />
Ireland and left my dear friends under<br />
the rain of bombs.<br />
FLEADH IN CA V AN<br />
Many years passed ; millions of men<br />
died , but the love of Irish music still was<br />
with me and my friends. How surprised<br />
I was when one day at a Fleadh in<br />
Cavan town I saw my bold Crlost6ir.<br />
He was where I expected him to be- in<br />
the vanguard of the traditionalists. He<br />
had matured . When I say that I do not<br />
mean that he had aged ; he had not.<br />
Men like him do not age they die<br />
young. There was a sort of mellowness<br />
around him that lent him dignity . I<br />
would have picked him out in any<br />
crowd. " How are you, Crlost6ir?" I<br />
enquired , as he threw his arms aro und<br />
me and hugged me . He cou ld not speak<br />
for emotion. The years had fled<br />
backwards for both of us and we were<br />
young again , striding in the crisp snow<br />
of the soft Hertfordshire hills, planning<br />
to put Irish traditional music where it is<br />
now- in the hearts and minds of each<br />
young Irish boy and girl.