March 6, 2015

Day 6

See you at the parade on Sunday!!  2:00 down Park Ave!!

The Irish family, often with many children, is a source of many stories.....

A Roman Catholic priest stood at the church door greeting the parishioners after Mass.
"Good mornin', Mr. and Mrs. O'Riley. I married you ten years ago but I never see any of your children in church."
"Deed you did, Father. We've not been blessed. My husband and I have tried but we've not been successful", said Mrs. O'Riley.
"I'm going to Rome for a few years sabbatical. I'll light a candle for you in the great basilica at the Vatican. Perhaps the Holy Mother will look kindly on you and your husband."

Several years later, back at the church door, greeting parishioners, the priest meets Mrs. O'Riley. "Mrs. O'Riley, did you ever have any children?
"Deed I did , Father," she said pointing to a family behind her.
"We've had a set of triplets, a set of twins and two singles since we last saw you.
"Praise be the Holy Mother. She's blessed you. But I don't see Mr.O'Riley. Is he here?
"No, Father, he's gone to Rome to blow out your candle."


O'Toole volunteered to take care of their 10 children so that Mom could have an evening out. At bedtime he sent the youngsters upstairs to bed and settled down to read. One child kept creeping down the stairs, but O'Toole kept sending him back up. 

At 10:00 the doorbell rang. It was the next door neighbor, Mrs. O’Hanlon. She asked if her son was there. O'Toole said no. Just then a little head appeared over the banister and a voice shouted,
"I'm here Mom, but he won't let me go home."


O'Malley's daughter was on her way home from work one night by bus and it was raining heavily.  When she reached her stop, she jumped off the bus and began to run to her house a couple of streets away.  She heard footsteps behind her and, looking around, she saw a man following her.  She reached home, hammered on the door and her mother let her in.
      She said, "Oh, mother, a man ran after me."
      Her mother said, "I know." as the man came in the gate.  "It was your father, he went to meet you with your raincoat and umbrella."

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