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November • 2011 www.ianohio.com Stories from the Corner Bard: Books ... Page 2 History of the GAA in Cleveland ... Page 3 Meaning of “O’Donnell Abú”... Page 8 Connemara Pony; Photo by Harriette McMichael Majoros 2 ianOHIO www.ianohio.com irish american news • November 2011 adventure. Someone has Though Summer is my Pubs of Greater Cleveland been here be- favorite time of the year, Fall poster is continuing to do well, fore. And now is the prettiest. The cold turn the Greater Cleveland Irish it’s my turn. is tempered by the warmth Directory is completed and I love outdoor of Thanksgiving, and a blink slowly making its way around bookstalls with later, Christmas. Earth’s rain- our community, Cleveland Irish old classics be- bow seems to explode on us Cultural Festival prepares for its ing sold on them with the colors of changing 30th Anniversary and the Ohio for next to noth- leaves, crops and Halloween, Irish American News achieves Books ing; I will never pass one by if I see one on the Thanksgiving and Christmas. it’s 5th Anniversary next month. street, and I usually, after an hour’s browsing, Summer flies, winter creeps, My new book, 1st Generation It all started for me at the Navan library will pick up a volume or two before going on but I love the gatherings and will be out about the time you when I was a young gossun of about seven my way. Unfortunately, you see less and less the time with my peeps, that read this. It has been a year full or eight, this love of books. All those stories, of these outlets today. Like live music in pubs, this season nurtures. John O’Brien, Jr. of surprises and blessing; the waiting to be read, inside those paperback they are just not as tolerated any more as they The Gaelic Athletic Asso- unexpected often bringing the and hardback covers, protected by the plastic once were. They continue, but they are harder ciation (GAA) has a strong presence in Cleve- richest rewards for the mind and the soul. coverings put on by the library; stacked on to find. land and Akron. I grew up playing Gaelic Foot- We wish you and yours a Happy Thanks- shelves by the hundreds in the children’s sec- I’ve been a musician for the past several ball and Sundays with friends at Gunning and giving, filled with family, fun and many tion; inviting me personally on a journey; a years and have been on the road quite a lot, then at the meal afterwards, often at our house. blessings. Our Thanksgiving is offered every journey of discovery of new worlds that con- sometimes alone, sometimes with other musi- I am proud to say that my father has had an month in this column ~ where we thank you tinues to this day. cians. When we’d hit a town and had an hour impact on the wealth of experience available to for all of your support. Hope to see you at I don’t remember my first visit, or visits, to or two to spare before or after playing, the me and many others through his work with the iBAM! November 12th & 13th in Chicago; the Navan library, or who first took me to that guys in the band would make for the nearest GAA in Cleveland. It is too close to the vest the Irish Books, Art & Music showcase will important looking building on the far side of music store to check out gear, usually guitar for me to feel comfortable writing about in feature many great authors, musicians, cultur- the Fair Green heading out towards the Trim amps. Me, I’d make for the local Barnes And the OhIAN, but I got a nice surprise when I re- al presentations and so much more. Check out Road, but I’m sure my mother was involved. Noble or Borders bookstore, and would spend ceived Mark Owens Owens Sports column this the ad on page 11 or the website for details, She was a teacher herself in Saint Anne’s Pri- a good while browsing. month (page 3), where he writes of the birth and we hope you will stop by our table, pick mary School and of course believed in the Instead of reading Enid Blyton, I’ll go to and growth of the GAA in Cleveland. Dad, I up a copy of the new book and share a story value of introducing one’s children to books the classics shelf and pick out a Dostoyevsky had nothing to do with this story! or two. at an early age. or a Burgess or a Balzac (yes I like the older As year end nears, many projects that we Safe travels, I do remember though, once I got my taste stuff), but the basic excited feeling is still the started this year near end as well: Fine Irish John for books, becoming a daily visitor to the same as it was when I was a kid of seven. Al- library. I was obsessed with Enid Blyton’s right, I admit it, I still read Enid Blyton. * www.ianohio.com, www.facebook.com/OhioIrishAmericanNews, books. After reading my first Famous Five I got started young. I’m sure it was no bad www.twitter.com/jobjr, www.myspace.com/ohian, adventure, which I think was Five Go Off In thing that St Anne’s, my first school, was only http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ohioirishamericannews A Caravan, I had to get hold of them all, and across the road from the library. And even at sure enough they were all to be found in the that early age I was impressed that such a large, shown to the local history room, with the ex- “Well,” I says, approaching him shyly, “did Navan library. important looking building could be devoted cuse that I was doing a school project on local you read my poetry?” It was a thrill to lift these books into my to books; books that you could take home with ghost stories. That sounded more reasonable. “I did,” he said, in that cheerfully sardonic hand, and turn open the pages, pages that I you for free, and as often as you wanted. At that stage I wanted to be a writer of hor- tone of his. knew had been turned by other small pairs of Entering the teenage years, horror books ror stories myself, and what better place to “Well,” I says, “what did you think of it?” hands before me, pages that would be turned became my preferred reading. I was big into start looking for something original to write “It ain’t Shakespeare, son,” he answered, over after I handed the book back in to Mr. music at that stage, but books still had a hold about than one’s local library… I ended up looking at me from behind his sunglasses, his Daly at the check out desk on my way in to over me and I was still a frequent visitor to the writing a few articles on general local his- manner full of the assumption that at least I search for more stories. library. I was especially big into vampires and tory, the story of Newgrange or an account of would be in agreement with that. It is probably why I still almost prefer to- decided to do a little research into the possible the general historical landmarks of the Boyne “No,” says I, disappointed. “You’re right, day to buy secondhand books, and to browse existence of vampires in Meath. I did not ask Valley, as inspired by that Meath classic writ- it’s not Shakespeare.” through secondhand bookshops. That sense the librarians on duty for any books specifi- ten by Oscar Wilde’s Father, The Beauties Of “But I like the one about climbing the perhaps, from looking at and feeling the al- cally about “Vampires in Meath”—they might The Boyne And Blackwater. These articles of Twelve Pins in Connemara. That was good.” ready touched pages, that you’re on a shared start wondering about me—but I did ask to be mine were published in the Meath Chronicle, I didn’t ask him if he thought I could be and were my first taste of writing and publish- the John Keats of Ireland; after being put in ing. I knew that I wanted to be a writer. I had a running that was clearly below that of the known for a long time. great bard of Avon, I didn’t want to risk a sar- I brought my first poems to Father Rice, donic remark. His remarks could be biting the English teacher in Saint Patrick’s classi- sometimes. cal school. He graciously accepted to have a But he had said one poem was good. That look at them. I went back to him that summer was enough for me to go on with for a while… of 1985, after we had done the Leaving Cert And it was enough to send me back to the li- exam. brary looking for more poetry books. I knew I was fully convinced my teacher was go- I’d find them there. The library, we had been ing to be completely won over by these first told, had access to every book published in poems of this future giant of literature. I re- the English language. I don’t know if that was member he was sunbathing on a deckchair in true, but it sure felt like it, that summer before his garden immersed in a Brian Moore novel I started out on my own voyage of literary dis- when I cycled up to the priests’ house.