
More than a pub name, Seanchai storytelling is an art form and a way of life.
When I ‘made a face’ (a scowl or was talking tripe) as a kid, which unfortunately adults had to put up with (apologies in advance), I, and many others were spun the old Irish saying; ‘If the wind changed, your face will stay like that.’
So, the years preceding youthful innocent wisdom, (which beset my young mind at the tender age of ten years or so, can’t be sure) I believed naively that very Gaelic tale. Yes, I actually believed that my face, when infused by sin and riddled with Catholic guilt, would remain fixed in place like a statue, forever unchanged, until a time, should the Heavenly Father (God forbid) decide to pardon my petulance and arrogance and allow my face to move a muscle to grimace, let alone, asking too much of Him and perchance to smile. Continue reading “A Grand Tale of Seanchai Folklore: A Tribute to Little Gran” →
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