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September 2007

News

Concert to Benefit Fallen Delco Firefighters

Delaware County firefighters have had their share of tragedy this year. In August, two young Parkside volunteers, Dan Brees, 20, Chase Frost , 21, were seriously injured in a townhouse fire at the Village of Green Tree. Brees suffered second and third degree burns and was released from the hospital; Frost remains in critical condition at Crozer Chester Medical Center.

Then, on September 26, 19-year-old Ridley Township resident Michael Reagan of the Sharon Hill Fire Company died as the result of injuries he sustained when part of a building collapsed and pinned him underneath. He was the first firefighter in the 101-year-old unit to die in the line of duty. A fireman’s funeral with full company honors is planned.

And this is where you come in.

This Sunday, the local Celtic band Blackthorn will headline a benefit for these fallen firefighters and their families from 2 to 8 PM at the Springfield Country Club, 400 West Sproul Road, Springfield. Tickets are $50 and can be purchased at the door or by calling 610-723-1798.

Columns, How to Be Irish in Philly

How To Be Irish in Philly This Week

There were three major Irish fetes in September. And there’s another coming up this weekend in Trenton, NJ. If you still have a little jig in you, head over to the little burg on the Delaware for the AOH Monsignor Crean Division #1 Irish Music Festival.

On tap: a pipe band championship on Saturday night, followed by music by McQ and Na’Bodach. And there’s more on Sunday, including Oliver McElhone, Celtic Cross, Jamie and the Quietmen, AOH Division #1 Pipe Band, and the DeNogla School of Irish Dance.

If you’re south of Philly, check out the 14th annual New Castle County Irish Society Festival which starts at noon on Sunday, with the McAleer Dancers and Dublin-born entertainer Willie Lynch.

See our calendar for more information.

Come Thursday, Albannach will be in town. This drum-centric Scottish band will be performing at McCoole’s at the Red Lion Inn in Quakertown.

And Martin McDonagh’s blackest of black comedies, “The Lonesome West” has been held over through next week. We’ve seen it and it’s an absolute hoot (see Marianne MacDonald’s review on the home page). We highly recommend it. We’d highly recommend any play in which an actor named Luigi Sottile plays such a convincing Irish priest.

This Lantern Theater production, directed by David O’Connor, is playing at St. Stephen’s Theater at 10th and Ludlow, part of St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church. There’s a parking garage directly across the street (and parking is only $1 on Wednesday nights!).

News

U2’s Bono Receives Liberty Medal

U2 front man Bono, his arm around Dr. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala of Nigeria, as they accept the Liberty Medal.

U2 front man Bono, his arm around Dr. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala of Nigeria, as they accept the Liberty Medal.

If he were American, U2’s front man could have a shot at becoming the first one-named president of the United States. The speech he gave after receiving the prestigious Liberty Medal at the National Constitution Center in Philadelphia Thursday night, September 27, almost made Barack Obama’s 2004 Democratic convention oration sound inarticulate and lacking in patriotism.

“This is my country,” proclaimed the rocker, wearing his trademark sunglasses. Then he proceeded to rattle off everything good about America–from Ben Franklin to Bob Dylan, from teaching “the Irish their value” to the Declaration of Independance, the first few lines he read, then declared author Thomas Jefferson ” a great lyricist.”

“It’s a great opening riff,” he said, to laughter.

Bono (born Paul Hewson, of Dublin) was selected to receive the medal jointly with DATA (Debt, AIDS, Trade, Africa), an organization he co-founded to help end AIDS and extreme poverty in Africa. The $100,000 prize will go directly into DATA’s coffers. Dr. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, former finance minister of Nigera and vice president of the World Bank, accepted the award on behalf of DATA, on whose advisory board she sits.

The Irish singer joins a distinguished group of recipients, including former President George Bush, who placed the medal around his neck at Thursday night’s ceremony; former Presidents Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter; South Africa’s Nelson Mandela and F. W. deKlerk; King Hussein and Shimon Peres; Hamid Karzai, president of Afghanistan; Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, and former Secretary of State Colin Powell.

Among that group, even Bono expressed some surprise that the award was given to “an Irish punk rocker.”

But the awards committee had its reasons–and good ones.  While other artist-activists have raised funds for Africa with their music, Bono used his fame to take his message to the halls of power. He has lobbied US presidents, including the current one; congressional leaders, and heads of other G8 nations, first to convince them to forgive Africa’s debt (done) and to provide money to buy AIDS drugs for people in Africa who can’t afford them (done).

ONE, the organization he launched  in Philadelphia during Live 8 two years to “make poverty history,” has enrolled 2.4 million American activists in the fight against AIDS and conditions on the African continent. He and partner Bobby Shriver last year also launched Product (RED) to raise money from businesses to purchases AIDS drugs for Africans. Many of the audience on Thursday night were wearing “RED” t-shirts from the GAP, which donates part of the proceeds from the sale to the program. Only a year old, Product (RED) has already raised $45 million, $30 million of which has been distributed to AIDS programs in Ghana, Swaziland, and Rwanda.

Most important, said  Dr. Okonjo-Iweala, is that the singer and his group, DATA, don’t offer handouts. “They recognize the essential wish of Africans to help themselves. Africans want to support themselves. Africans do not want to be objects of pity or to be seen as victims,” she told the crowd.

 “We can’t fix every problem,” Bono said. “But the ones we can, we must.”

News

Having a Hot Time, Wish You Were Here

Not as long as we're around it doesn't.

Not as long as we're around it doesn't.

The unofficial theme of the annual Cape May AOH Irish Fall Festival in North Wildwood was global warming.

Well, actually, it was Wildwood warming.

It was so hot on Saturday, September 21, a crowd gathered and enviously watched a trainer give the Annheuser Busch Clydesdale horses their daily shower. “I wish he’d shoot some my way,” said one woman, sweat making rivulets from her hairline to her cheeks.

But that didn’t stop thousands of people from strolling up and down Old New Jersey Avenue in this small seaside town last weekend, looking for the best t-shirt slogan and bargain, buying curlicue mountains of butterfly fries (ruined with squirts of processed orange cheese liquid), green plastic glasses of Bud (a sponsor of the event), and ducking inside the music tent (which at least was opened on one side to entertain any wandering sea breezes) to hear some of the best Celtic bands on the east coast, including Paddy’s Well, the Bogside Rogues, Searson, Scythian, and Derek Warfield.

Local Celtic rockers Blackthorn hold a complementary event in Wildwood, the next town over and just a shuttle bus ride away, that kept the music rocking with electrifying fiddler Eileen Ivers, Albany, NY’s Jimmy Kelly Band, Black 47, Timlin and Kane, Raymond McGroary, 5 Quid, and Random Blond.

So what if all the performers left the stage looking like they’d just gotten out of the shower. So it was hot. No one really seemed to mind. It sure didn’t keep anybody home in the air conditioning, including the pipe and drum bands–one which came down from Binghamton, NY–to show their stuff (in those really warm costumes, hugging those bags of hot air) to honor the late piper Brian Riley, who died of a massive heart attack several years ago. On Saturday, his family donated a defibrillator in his name to the Wildwood Recreation Center.

Though one T-shirt promised, “What happens here, stays here,” www.irishphiladelphia.com  was there for the entire weekend. Since a picture is worth 1,000 words, check out the photographic evidence of what happened there, right here.

News

Was It Fun in Wildwood? Shore ‘Nuff!

Paul Moore pours it on.

Paul Moore pours it on.

Exactly how Irish are you?

In North Wildwood, it came down to a true test of loyalty.

On stage in the main music tent at the annual Cape May County AOH Irish Fall Festival, Paul Moore and Paddy’s Well were pounding out all the standards. As usual, they sounded pretty wonderful.

At the same time, the Eagles game  was playing on a big screen off in a corner. You know, the thrilling blowout in which the Birds smacked the Lions around and sent them mewling like cowed little kittens back to Detroit?

Paddy’s Well or the Eagles? Irish music or football? Hmmmmmmmmm ….

Seriously? It was no contest. I won’t pretend that some people weren’t paying attention to the on-field heroics of Donovan McNabb and company. (And what was with those nightmarish uniforms? They looked like Mr. Blackwell’s LSD nightmare.) But it was way too hard to resist Moore’s bunch. So hardly anyone bothered. Instead, they crowded ‘round the stage, slurped their beers, sang along, and danced. I seem to remember a lot of unrestrained smiling, too.

Sunday was also the day of the big festival parade, this year with young singer Timmy Kelly as the grand marshal, along with a visit by those imposing feathery-hooved Budweiser Clydesales. With temps in the mid-80s, a cool offshore breeze and a brilliant blue sky, it was pretty much perfect parade-watching weather. So Surf Avenue was lined with kids and grannies, all decked out in their neon green fuzzy hats and shamrock-shaped sunglasses, and all of them obviously enjoying the pipe bands, the multiple leprechauns, and one of the last, best days at the shore.

Weren’t there? (Watching the game??? What kind of Mick are you?)

Check out our photos.

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  • Sports

    Huge Wins for Philly-Area Footballers

    By Paul Schneider

    In the emotional world of Gaelic football, it would be easy to draw the conclusions from a highly-charged championship match, a flurry of police activity and a quick exit out of town.  But if you believe that all of the above added up to an on-field donnybrook in last Sunday’s New York Senior Championships, you’d be wrong.

    Philadelphia’s Donegal Football Club dumped Leitrim, of New York, 2-13 to 2-9 for the championship Sunday afternoon at Gaelic Park in the Bronx.  The victory had been preceded by a 1-13 to 1-10 win over Cavan, and was followed by a police escort across the George Washington Bridge.

    “It was a sign of respect,” said Seamus Sweeney, the Upper Darby resident who managed the Donegal footballers to their first New York Senior Championship title in only the second season for the club.  “This was a mighty achievement.”

    The second football championship in a month for Philadelphia – the Kevin Barrys captured the Intermediate national crown over the Labor Day Weekend in Chicago – the Donegal win avenged the club’s only loss of the season, a one-pointer against Leitrim earlier in the summer.

    Team captain Liam McGroarty and center half forward Michael Hagan scored Donegal’s two goals in the final; Hagan registered the only three-pointer for the Philly club in the semi-final against Cavan.  Donegal also got strong play from attacker Dean O’Neill, as well as Liam Moore, Patsy Moore and Liam O’Donnell.

    Arts

    Two Homicidal Brothers, a Drunken Priest, Poteen, Dead Bodies …

    Anthony Lawton and Ross Beschler as the two homicidal bachelor brothers.

    Anthony Lawton and Ross Beschler as the two homicidal bachelor brothers.

    By Marianne MacDonald

    It’s fortunate that Martin McDonagh chose to become a playwright and not a travel writer, otherwise he would have singlehandedly killed the Irish tourist trade. Like the other two plays in his trilogy, “The Beauty Queen of Leenane” and “A Skull in Connemara,” his work, “The Lonesome West,” now playing in a Lantern Theater production at St. Stephen’s Theater in Philadelphia, is set in a small town called Leenane on the west coast of Ireland.
     
    His is not the romantic Irish vision of quaint thatched cottages, colorful town characters, and cute colleens. In his portrayal of small-town Ireland, McDonagh is merciless, mining the pettiness, gossip-mongering, back-stabbing and barely contained malevolence characteristic of rural places everywhere, where a tiny population becomes too close, too familiar, and too stifled to grow emotionally. This is not the Ireland of the travel poster. It is a vicious black comedy that makes light of the dark.

    “The Lonesome West” opens with a bang–a front door is slammed by Coleman, played by long-time local actor Anthony Lawton, who is returning from the funeral of his father, whom he has shot and killed “accidentally.” In fact, homicide, fratricide, suicide, even mutilation are practically local sports in Leenane. Coleman is at perpetually war with his brother, Valene (Ross Beschler), over everything from poteen, bags of crisps, Valene’s holy statue collection, and a laundry list of grievances that includes Valene’s prize possession, the felt tip marker which he uses to engrave all of his household possession with a large V.
     
    Wandering through the town is the local parish priest, Father Welsh (Luigi Sottile), a lost soul with a penchant for a drop of drink, who attempts to calm the bachelor brothers while decrying the state of his parish which he calls “the murder capital of feckin’ Europe.” Then there is Girleen (Genevieve Perrier), a flirt who delivers quick comebacks to all in her path along with the mail and bottles of poteen she has nabbed from her own Da. She is also the conduit for the currents of unspoken emotions and heartaches of the town’s lonely souls, two of whom come to a tragic end. 

    Having spent some time in a small town in the west of Ireland, I recognized some of the citizens of Leenane. McDonagh may have turned them into cartoons, but every small town has them and you will find them both funny and disturbing.

    The play, directed by David O’Connor, is not for the faint of heart nor the sentimental. It dares to ask us the tough questions: “Is there such a thing as redemption?  Can we forgive our childhood mistakes?  Can siblings live together in harmony?  Who drank my poteen?”

    Be prepared for more than a biteen of raw anger and violence.  But also be prepared to laugh at one moment and gasp at the very next.

     “The Lonesome West” runs through October 14 (extended from October 6). There are other events being run in conjunction with the play, including a Meet the Artists post-show discussion to be held this Wednesday, September 26  after the matinee show. For information go to www.lanterntheater.org.

    Marianne MacDonald is host of “Come West Along the Road,” on WTMR-AM 800 every Sunday.

    Genealogy

    Drop In on Your Ancestors’ Place Online

    When amateur genealogists aren’t bent over a microfiche machine or trying to decipher chicken-scratch names in the front of a bible, they’re looking for maps and photographs of the places where the Riley side of the family was born or where the McNamaras had their farm. The lucky travel to Ireland to take their own pictures. I have wonderful photos of the house where my great-great grandparents raised their nine children–with my Donegal relatives standing in front of it. It’s a real treasure to me.

    But if you can’t get to Ireland any time soon you’ll want to take a look at www.geograph.org.uk, an ambitious project to collect geographically representative photos and information for every square kilometer of the United Kingdom and the Republic of Ireland. There’s a map with a grid comprising 330,175 kilometer squares that you can click on and view photos. There are an average of 2.7 photos per square, though a finished square (there are a few–click on “Explore” then “List Fully Geographed Hectads” ) may have 100 photos. You can also upload your own photos to the appropriate squares.

    There are now more than half a million geographs posted to the site and a searchable database of pictures of Irish county capitals (eight are still missing, including Galway. Surely someone out there has photos of Galway!).

    I found a photo of the Culdaff town center where we stayed, ate, and listened to music every night when we were in Inishowen, County Donegal, the home of my maternal great-grandparents, the McDaids. There was another of the road to Tremone Bay, not far from where my family lives.
     
    There are some rules for submitting geographs. A photo should be of a place, not people. While your family can be in the shot, they shouldn’t be the focal point. The idea is to allow folks like you and me to literally see the lay of the land. Supplemental shots, like closeups of flora and fauna, are accepted, but what they call “geographs” are photos of the landscape and get first priority.
     
    Another good idea: Get rid of those auto dates that appear at the edge of the photo. Very distracting. And follow the rules for labeling your photo.

    The site is simple to navigate and a lot of fun to peruse. Not only does it bring your genealogy search alive, it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, “armchair travel.”