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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.

Sports

Field of Dreams

The local GAA hopes to have the field complete by late 2008 or early 2009.

The local GAA hopes to have the field complete by late 2008 or early 2009.

By Paul Schneider

It’s not much to look at at the moment, but for the Philadelphia Gaelic Athletic Association, it’s home.

Over the summer, the Philly division received a funding commitment from the GAA to assist in the development of an 11-acre parcel in Limerick Township, Montgomery County, to serve as the new home of the Philadelphia GAA. Sean Breen, vice chairman of the Philadelphia Division, said that the GAA president Nickey Brennan and overseas chair Sheamus Howlin were “very impressed with what they saw,” and had promised GAA support.

Pending final Limerick Township approval, Breen anticipates beginning work this fall on the complex, which will include two full-size football fields and a 7,000-square foot clubhouse with chaning rooms, a cafeteria and meeting rooms. The goal is to complete the complex by the end of 2008 or the early spring of 2009.

“It will be a place of our own,” said Breen, “not a place that we would have to lease or rent. It will be a place where we can promote Irish culture, hold hurling, football and camogie, and facilitate youth programs.”

Breen noted that the complex also would be a central part of future Philadelphia GAA proposals for hosting the North American GAA championships held annually over the Labor Day weekend.

Selected for its combination of size, affordability and accessibility, the site would replace Cardinal Dougherty High School as the site of all GAA events. The project is being executed under the auspices of the Greater Philadelphia Irish American Cultural Association, Inc. (“GPIACA”), a 501( c )3 tax-exempt organization.

“A lot of individuals have spent a lot of time to see this through,” said Breen. “This was something that all of the clubs agreed to pursue. We’re looking forward to getting this complex built and to having a permanent home.”

Music

The House I Was Reared In – Christy McNamara

By Frank Dalton

Christy McNamara’s new CD, “The House I Was Reared In,” took me by surprise. I’d known of his evocative photography since reading “The Living Note: the Heartbeat of Irish Music.” This 1996 book was a fictional narrative of a young traditional musician and his family. Accompanying and complementing the text by Peter Woods, your man Christy’s striking black-and-white images captured and displayed the essence of what Irish traditional music is all about—in session at the pub, at weddings and wakes, and in sundry other real-life circumstances. It’s great stuff and you should read the book if you can.

But I wasn’t hip to McNamara’s considerable prowess on the button accordion. Yes, Christy’s a musician, too. In the sleeve notes we read that “It’s always the music … sometimes it seems as if life happens between the notes of tunes”. Well, yeah, that’s true for you, Christy, I’m sure! Hailing from the parish of Crusheen in County Clare, as a kid he heard his grandfather Jim play the concertina. His father Joe and uncle Paddy played the accordion, while another uncle was the great fiddler P.J. Hayes, a founding member of the legendary and long-lived Tulla Ceili Band.

This collection of 17 reels, jigs, waltzes, and slow airs showcases these and many other musical influences. Joined by fiddler Martin Hayes (also a cousin), guitarist Denis Cahill, flute player Eamonn Cotter, and fiddlers Liam Lewis and Peadar O’Loughlin, Christy expertly renders a selection of familiar tunes like the reels “My Love is in America,” “The Copperplates” and “Toss the Feathers,” and jigs like “Scatter the Mud,” “The Kesh” and “Old Man Dillon.” A few less familiar pieces stand out: “I Ne’er Shall Win Her” is a lovely jig I’d never heard before, from Mrs. Murphy of Ballydesmond in County Kerry; “John Naughton’s Reel” is from a Kilclaran concertina player (sure it’s about halfway between Gortnamearacaun and Cloonusker); while “John McHugh’s” was learned from that tune’s namesake who learned it from his grandfather in County Mayo. Christy also treats us to a pair of his own compositions, the waltz “Tae Pot Wood” and a reel, “The Maid’s Lake.”

I forgot to mention that as well as knowing his way around the two-row button accordion Christy is a fine concertina player too (on “The Bunch of Roses,” and “Molly Put The Kettle On”). To top it all off, he sings on the slow air “May Morning Dew,” a moving song of emigration, sorrow and loss.

The CD comes in one of those environmentally conscious ‘digi-packs’ (no plastic jewel box to drop and break and toss into the trash) and contains a 24 page booklet filled mostly with some lovely photographs from the McNamara family archives and some of Christy’s own shots of other musicians, young and old. This is a very worthwhile addition to your collection, especially if you have a fondness for the lovely and unhurried music of County Clare, as I myself do.

Frank Dalton is the organizer of the Coatesville Traditional Irish Music Series.

Sports

Shamrock Hurlers Off to the Windy City

A stormy afternoon for Brian Boru.

A stormy afternoon for Brian Boru.

By Paul Schneider

OK, so there was a little bit of rain.  OK, make that a LOT of rain.  But for the Shamrocks and Brian Boru hurlers, that just didn’t seem to be enough reason to postpone last Sunday’s Joe Lyons Cup final.

One after another, Shamrocks coach and goalkeeper Eamonn Lyons dripped the reasons why:  “There was no lightning,” he said.  “The field was in good condition.”  And finally, “We’ve all played in worse conditions at home.”

This was Sunday afternoon, some time after the Shamrocks broke a 4-4 deadlock midway through the first half to romp to a 2-11 to 0-4 victory, and minutes after Philadelphia GAA chairman Eamonn Tohill had awarded them the Joe Lyons Cup.

On a day that seemed to favor slower, heavier teams, it was the fleet of foot who came through.  Bobby Rea, a whippet on the front line, alternately was picking himself up off the turf or scoring points.  He finished with the Shamrocks’ two goals and placed another four through the uprights.

Frank O’Meara added another three for the winners, who also got strong midfield play from Benny Landers, whom Lyons dubbed the day’s MVP.  Lyons himself provided key goalkeeping, particularly in the critical early going. 

When Landers, netminder on last year’s Shamrock squad, opted to play in the field this season, Lyons stepped in to fill the nets on a temporary basis.  “I kept waiting for someone to take the position, but nobody wanted to, so I stayed,” he said.

Next stop for the Shamrocks are the North American GAA Championships in Chicago over Labor Day weekend.  With any luck, maybe there’ll be a little rain?

History

Are You A Coal Miner’s Granddaughter?

Members of the Cass Township AOH take Finnegan to his final resting place.

Members of the Cass Township AOH take Finnegan to his final resting place.

By Tom Slattery

If you’re like many Philadelphians, your  forefathers came from the coal regions of Schuylkill County to escape the mines. If you’re a descendant of a miner–or a Molly Maguire–I may have seen you a few weeks ago in Heckshersville for the 20th annual Clover Fire Company Irish Festival.  Every year at the end of July, descendants of Irish coal miners from the five-county Philly area come to this remote valley (where cell phones are useless unless they have an extendable antenna) to celebrate their heritage.

Heckshersville is a town so small (how small is it?) that it doesn’t have a post office and the name on the highway sign  is spelled one way entering from the east and another if you’re coming in from the west. Remote, yes. Small, yes. But one of the friendliest places to spend a weekend, whether camping out or staying in one of the nearby (10-15 miles) motels ($50 including continental breakfast).

The festival starts Friday night with a concert and runs from 1 PM both Saturday and Sunday. No matter who else is performing, you can always count on seeing the Irish Balladeers and the Irish Lads, local groups that have been playing Irish traditional music for over 25 years (actually the Balladeers are closing in on 40 years). This year, the Balladeers played to an overflow crowd, lounging in beach chairs under a huge canopy, and they kept it going from 1PM to 6PM on Saturday with breaks featuring Irish dancers, awards ceremonies, and a Finnegan’s Wake put on by the Cass Township AOH. What an afternoon! Hearing “The Sons of Molly Maguire” sung by the group that wrote it was worth the price of admission ($4).

Then there was the Wake! Jaysus, you never heard so much keenin’ and yowling in your life, and such accolades heaped on the well-dressed figure in the coffin. Actually he looked much better than he did in his life, bum that he was. All this and they were only able to collect $1.81 to help defray the funeral expenses, an amount so small that the “priest” pocketed it himself.
 Birnam Wood, a Celtic Rock group from New Jersey, closed out the evening. There was plenty of “picnic” food available  – hot dogs, hamburgers, French fries, colcannon, bleenies – water, sodas, a lots of sudsy stuff at $1.25 a glass and $6 a pitcher. A man has got to be very careful, ‘cause for less than $10 them mountain roads can become mighty curvy.  They’re that way even before you imbibe. Best to have a designated driver, a position well respected in this remote area.

On Sunday they serve an Irish breakfast from 7AM and then around 11AM there is a parade to the old St. Kiernan’s Church for an Irish Mass. Charlie Zahm, one of the Philadelphia area’s best known Celtic singers, entertained the crowd from 1PM until 4PM. Then another Wake! Somebody shoot the keeners, please.
 
Then, as they have since the Festival started 20 years ago, the Irish Lads closed out the entertainment. They were scheduled from 4 to 8, but about 5:15 the mighty rumbles started, and the weather Heckshersille had escaped all weekend announced its arrival in no uncertain terms – boom ditty boom boom. Of course, the Irish Lads said there was nothing to worry about, that is, until the third time lightning took out the sound system.

I just managed to load my car as the rains started. I pondered having a few with some friends. However, the idea of a fully loaded down Lincoln Town Car getting stuck in what quickly would become a swamp, unpondered me quickly, and wasn’t  I but two miles down the road when the torrents started. Boy, somebody must have really ticked Him off, because He must have had the whole holy crowd throwing down bucketsful. Ah, but I will be back there next year on the last weekend in July – back to one of the friendliest festivals around, listening to great music, eating food guaranteed to keep you from blowing away and hearing the stories of life in the mines.

Sports

Irish Eyes on the Prize

By Paul Schneider

It’s not time to load the bus to Chicago, but you can’t blame the Brian Boru hurling club if they’re looking ahead.

Two years after winning the North American Gaelic Athletic Association Junior A hurling finals – and less than a year after finishing out of the money in the wind and rain of Ernesto last September – the Brian Boru hurlers are pointing once again toward the North American league’s Labor Day playoff marathon.

“They’ve come on since the start of the season,” said head coach and sponsor Colm McNally, whose “C. McNally Construction” plug is emblazoned across the front of the team’s jerseys.  “We started the season with a strong base of players; the guys who’ve come over from Ireland have strengthened the squad.  As the season has gone on, they’ve been getting used to playing with each other.”

Bolstered by the addition of recent arrivals Arron Hater, Eamonn Keley and Cahill O’Keane, and with strong performances by Barry Hasson (three goals), Derek Glennon and Luke Coyle (one goal each), the Upper Darby-based squad boosted its season record to 3-1 last Sunday with a 5-18 to 2-5 romp over the Washington, DC Gaels.  The Brian Boru side also got strong performances by brother Brendan and Paul McCarthy, Noel Doherty and Patrick McAnn in net.

Next up:  The hurling final on Sunday, August 19, at Cardinal Dougherty High School.  “Our guys want to get back into the championships,” said McNally.  “That’s our ultimate goal:  To win Philadelphia and then to get out to Chicago and win the American League finals.”

People

R.I.P., Kathleen Gambon Erdei

Just posted on the Philadelphia Ceili Group Membership list:

Kathleen Gambon Erdei passed away Tuesday evening, July 31, after a two-week battle with what was diagnosed “raging cancer” at the Central Montgomery Medical Center in Lansdale, one month shy of her 72nd birthday. She had come down with Lyme disease two years earlier, and her system suffered greatly as a result.

Beloved in Philadelphia’s Irish-American community for her work toward peace in Northern Ireland since the 1970s, Kathleen turned on two generations of young folks to the music of Ireland, and often partied with people a third her age in places like Fergie’s or The Plough and the Stars. Her friend and Oak Lane neighbor Maryanne Devine said, “With the British troops beginning to leave Northern Ireland right now, Kathleen’s work here is done.”

Before his own death, Philadelphia Daily News columnist Jack McKinney once said of Kathleen, “Spending an afternoon with her is like stepping into a James Joyce novel – fascinating, deep, and layered with complicated characters”.

Raised on farmland in Camden County, NJ, Kathleen attended Camden Catholic High School, then explored California and the West Coast as a young woman, before settling down to raise a family in the 1960s.

A former parishioner of St. Genevieve’s Parish in Flourtown, PA, Kathleen’s home there overlooked the sheep farm of Fitz Eugene Dixon. She was a devout Catholic who never toed the party line, which was manifested in her many demonstrations against the Vietnam War, protests for clean air, water and lower utility fees for poor and working people, for peace in Northern Ireland, and against the closing of poor parishes in Philadelphia. She once participated in a public rite of exorcism in front of the Basilica of Sts. Peter and Paul to root out, she said, “the corrupt practices of the Archdiocese’s policy regarding those parish closings.”

But her public persona belied her gentle touch with everyone she met. In her neighborhood of Philly’s Oak Lane, to which she moved in the 1980s, she helped organize neighbors in their Arbor Day celebrations and tree-plantings. She gathered local children to treat them to outings they might not otherwise afford, she volunteered at radio station WXPN, and was an exceptional afficionado of culture and literature.

“Kathleen knew the lyrics to 100-year old operettas, to songs of the Great Depression, folk tunes from here to Europe and South Africa. Her mind was all-encompassing, and she never stopped learning. And as big as her brain was, her heart was even bigger. She read several newspapers daily, and listened to people with their problems the whole world over, whether face-to-face, on the BBC or NPR”, said close friend Marybeth Phillips.

For the past dozen years, Kathleen lived in Center City Philadelphia (Wash-West), and rode a bike all over town while working for PennPIRG, the Pennsylvania Public Interest Research Group. With them, she found a career already in line with her causes, and fought hard from Philly’s City Council to Harrisburg to D.C.

She often had her bicycle stolen when she parked it at a train station, but taking a Zen approach to everything, refused to worry.
She would find it on another occasion and steal it back. She was an avid urban gardener, planting in every inch of soil she could find on Lombard or South Streets, and once turned down a week’s vacation in Florida so as “not to miss anything that begins to bud in Philly”.

In addition to PennPIRG, Kathleen also worked for the Dominican Sisters in Elkins Park, helping sick nuns recover or pass through to the next life, at St. Katherine’s Hall.

Ms. Erdei is survived by her former husband Abdon Erdei, daughter Stephanie Scintilla, and sons A. Andrew, Daniel, and James, and her first grandchild, Daphne Erdei.

In her always-altruistic fashion, Kathleen donated her body to Jefferson Medical College. A memorial service is scheduled for her at The Irish Center/Commodore Barry Club, Carpenter Lane and Emlen Streets, Philadelphia, on Saturday, September 15, at 5 p.m. Donations in her memory may be sent to the non-profit Heart of Camden Housing Corporation, Broadway and Ferry, Camden, NJ 08104.

For more information, please call daughter Stephanie Erdei Scintilla at 215-350-5412, or Marybeth Phillips at 610-436-4134.