Rotor malfunction over Klamath. Hard landing, but I walked away. Oh, I scavenged it off a wreck in Klamath. Leo showed me how to make it all ready for chopping, didn't you, Leo? This ending is given if not getting 2 for any reason, e. Westin is dead or the reward picked up. Bishop she should move on. We ruled the Wastes, then, and called no man master.
Me and Andy got her all fixed up again last night, good as new. I'm Nova. New to Megaton, huh? Do yourself a favor and keep walking. Some of us stay for a few days It was here when the Fort was taken in Over one hundred men and women gave their lives on the Nevada soil to defend local civilians and the principles of the republic. May this humble stone be an enduring memorial to their valor and sacrifice. After I failed Caesar and he had me burned alive, thrown into the Grand Canyon. That was ten years ago. One of many things that led me to abandon my old life and seek out the Institute.
The first team's mission was a huge success. They came back with crates full of pre-war artifacts and historical documents. The second wasn't so fortunate. Shortly after they arrived, we lost contact with them and they haven't been heard from since. As far as my team goes, we've lost four good men to this godforsaken wasteland. We've been a target from the moment we arrived. New Canaan was destroyed, its citizens scattered. All because of the White Legs. And Caesar, of course. The White Legs want to join the Legion. Caesar's rite of passage is the destruction of the New Canaanites, almost assuredly because of me.
Maybe thirty of us. I'm fucking crippled, get it? So long Yes, yes, about that. Too long. My father Paddy Rafferty used to tell me that he took his parents to the Clare Mass by pony and trap. My father and his parents felt sure it was a ghost! Another story he told me was about a man named Tommy McCoy who lived in the house beside the chapel. My father was seated in the chapel waiting for Mass to begin when Tommy sat down beside him. Tommy then repeated his sentence and again my father had to question him. Eventually he discovered that his hens had begun to lay eggs!!
I remember they always had a special day trip every year. I remember leaving the chapel and at the gates met Anne Cairns. The children had to sit in the front row seats with all the girls wearing mantillas or hats. I remember thinking the missioners were very cross men because they always seemed to shout a lot! I can still hear my mother Anna's laughter as I walked up the hill home! My mother always remembered in the November dead list Father Willie Doyle who christened me and who died in his 30's after only a short time in Tullylish. I was eleven when Joe and Christine Fegan came to live beside the Clare Chapel with their first child Kieran when he was 3 months old.
The family grew and when I was home from boarding school I used to baby sit. Joe was full of life and a real prankster. I will always remember the day he was killed in a bomb explosion in at Newry customs post. This was to be the first of many tragedies to visit the Clare community. Two of my children Dervla and Oisin were christened in the Clare. The saddest memories of the Clare are when I buried my mother Anna in and my father Paddy in John, Dervla, Oisin and I still attend the Clare.
After marrying Vincent, Mrs Hendron came to live in the Clare. Mrs Hendron recalls a time when Mass on a Sunday was always packed. One event in particular she recalls was the introduction of the envelopes. Now a new system was being introduced and people had to sign a covenant for three years at a time. Canon Petit explained everything about this.
Just before the reopening the priest brought Mrs Hendron to see the newly renovated Chapel. She was very surprised at the layout and changes. Vincent deceased was very friendly with Fr. He used to visit Hendrons each Thursday evening after Mass and talk about his life as a Missionary Priest and all his travels. Two daughters Una and Catherine were married in the Clare Chapel.
Charlotte and Philip were also Altar Servers. For many generations the O'Dowd family have prayed in the Clare Chapel. The Mass was very different then with Latin prayers said by the Priest and Altar boys, preceding the Mass itself. The only way to learn the Latin was to listen and learn. Altar boys were never allowed into the main vestry with the Priest. Usually the Canon arrived on horse and trap some time before the start of Mass.
The people in the Chapel House had the fire lit in the main vestry. They un-harnessed the horse, put it in a stable and gave it something to eat while the Priest said Mass. The Altar Boys remained in the outer vestry and only on exceptional mornings were invited into the Priests vestry to warm themselves at the fire. Altar Boys were not allowed to touch the Chalices or Host. It was the Priest himself who attended to all these matters. Altar boys put out the wine and water carafes and lit the candles. There were no readers, Eucharistic Ministers, Collectors etc. Mass was much more solemn and a place for Prayer.
Mass could last over an hour. At Holy Communion the Altar boys turned the white cloth over the altar rails. The people then knelt down at the Altar and placed their hands below this when receiving the Eucharist.
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The window ledges were likewise draped in greenery and candles. On Christmas Eve the candles were lit and the Chapel was filled with people who marveled at its beauty. Many, many people would have come to see the Clare having heard of its beautiful decorations. Many people have noted going to midnight Mass on Christmas Eve as one of their favourite memories. There was also a tradition of men always sitting on the right hand side of the Chapel and women on the left. Sermons were long and rambling and at this time the Priest had power and would have told the people what was right and wrong and how to live their lives etc.
It was a household payment. Now in its th year Frank and his family like those before him continue to attend the Clare each Sunday. His wife Jean R. Jean R. P would have been so proud of the family on these occasions. As with many in his generation, Frank identifies the Clare as being at the heart of our rural Catholic community.
The O'Dowd family has formed a bond with the Clare Chapel that has been created over many generations. There we have worshipped, rejoiced and mourned with our neighbours for generations. I was married in the Clare in My eldest daughter Caoimhe chose to be married there last October and my second daughter, Niamh, just in May of this year My Mother Jean was devoted to the Clare throughout her life. She loved to sing in the choir and encouraged us as children to be part of the choir also. She used her dressmaking skills to provide albs for my brothers and cousins when they served on the altar.
My Mother was laid to rest in the Clare graveyard in October Although I have not lived in the parish since I married it is my fondness for the Clare and the significance of it in my childhood that brings my family and I back within its doors to worship at important times. In the early 's I joined Fr.
Frank Treanor's band of volunteers on the Clare Altar. I can remember the first Sunday I appeared in an oversized black and white outfit which my Mother made on her paddled Singer sewing machine and because of the work that went into it, it was made to last for your full term of service. After joining the Altar Boys the first task was to learn the Latin responses, for at that time the people stayed silent and the altar boys answered the Priest. This strange language was not learnt from a book, but from listening to the older Altar Boys as they chanted out a response to the Priest.
So it was Latin with a Ballydougan-Clare twang. After learning the responses you then progressed to ringing the bell at Mass, and next to lighting and using the thurible at Benediction. Looking back I now know why they called that decade the swinging 60's. We were not like the servers of today who stand like statues when holding the thurible, for we made it our job to swing that thing till at least the first three rows were overcome with smoke inhalation. My cousin Gabriel O'Dowd was indeed the master of that art. The reason for this was when you got to the head of your profession i.
For that was the perk of the job and on the altar the law of the jungle prevailed. But that was not always the case on the Clare alta,r for Fr. Frank once a year instilled his own brand of Catholic socialism in us. This happened on the Altar Boys day out to Cranfield beach. On arrival he would make every boy turn out his pockets and would collect all their coins with a promise to return them at the end of the day. Then he would dip into his purse and hand everyone a large half-crown for sweets 12 and a half pence by to-days money.
His reason was that every boy had the same and none felt left out. But to finish, although I could go on for hours on this subject, the old ones in the Clare used to have a joke at Mass being at least five minutes longer in the Clare than anywhere else. The reason being it took Fr. Frank five minutes to appear from the vestry, for there was a steady troupe of at least Altar Boys to precede him. Weren't we a Holy lot!!! Back to top.
On my first morning as an Altar Boy I was invited in to stand in front of the fire in the vestry by the Priest. It was a cold day and I gladly stood with my back to the fire gradually warming up. Then it was time to say the Mass. I followed the other boys onto the altar and watched their every move.
As we knelt in prayer I began to notice a strong burning smell.
Nudging the boy beside me I whispered to ask him if he could smell something burning. Then to my horror I glanced down to the tail of my alb where a big hole now appeared, smoldering and gradually growing larger. So on my great debut as a Clare Altar Boy, I had to get up and in embarrassment, leave the altar.
No doubt my Mother took over and with great skill and ease did a rescue job, and the same alb was ready for Mass the following Sunday. Doran later Canon. Doran used to collect me from the Primary School and after I climbed onto the back of his bike we proceeded to the Clare for First Friday Mass followed by visitation of the sick in their homes. After Mass we called at McStravick's for tea and homemade soda bread. In fact, the very next week when I called to McStravick's with Fr.
Doran we were given a slice of wedding cake to enjoy with our tea. Joe recalls that in his younger days the graveyard at the Clare Chapel was like a forest, a wooded area. As a boy he cut and collected the greenery and holly for the Christmas decorations. The married men and adults decorated the Chapel every Christmas. McCusker and Kate Morrow.
Joe himself served at the wedding of John Magee and Maggie Rafferty in Laurencetown Church and was given two shillings, a lot of money at that time. It does not seem that long ago since I first went to the Clare chapel but it was , 33 years ago. Having been well tested digging in the garden with Paddy and having tried hard to impress Anna with my manners, I was allow to stay overnight on Saturday night in the boys room, it was dangerous in the early 70's to be travelling at night and I could not drive. So on Sunday morning I got up to go to the Clare with the Rafferty family.
My first impression of the Clare Chapel was the unusual layout, the Rafferty's seat meant you sat facing the side of the altar and you could see other people's faces. Being used to going to large chapels where you were pretty much anonymous, it was a bit disconcerting to go to a small chapel where everyone knew everyone or if they did not they found out very quickly. Everyone was so friendly and it was easy to fit in. Being from Armagh I was an easy target of much taunting and humour from the many zealous Down supporters who gathered at the gate once the football championship had begun.
However as the saying goes what comes around goes around and standing at the gates during the football championship has been much more fun of late for Armagh supporters. There were many characters in the community of the Clare Chapel. I remember Christmas Jim McArdle, known for his dry wit remarked to Rosemary's Aunt that he saw Rosemary with her doctor boyfriend. I was never sure whether doctor referred to the fact I was a university student or that I had a huge head of curly hair just like the actor Tom Baker who was playing Doctor Who at the time. I remember arriving at the Clare for my wedding an hour early and standing nervously around in the grave yard, when Tom Gardner came along to wish me well, his mother was very ill that day and close to dying, I thought it so kind of him to come up and wish me well in such circumstances.
Although not a catholic, Tom was part of the Clare chapel community always ready to chat to mass goers and a great friend of Joe O'Dowd and Father Lynch. My most unusual memory of the Clare was having to help to dig Paddy Rafferty's grave, it had been so wet that the grave digger could not manage it on his own and called up to the house for help. Paddy still had me digging for him one final time!! My fondest memories of the Clare Chapel are the many beautiful Christmas midnight masses we attended as a family, the christenings of our two youngest children Dervla and Oisin in the Clare and of course our wedding.
Margaret remembers her father telling her that he carried her as a baby in his arms to the Clare Chapel. This was to a Christmas Mass which was celebrated at 6. As a child Margaret remembers the Chapel decorated for Christmas. In the old Chapel there were rafters, in these rings of ivy, holly and candles were suspended from the roof. The ivy and holly were collected from the graveyard. The choir stall was at the back of the Chapel and Margaret has a photograph of the choir at that time.
Margaret and Bridget cycled to Sunday Devotions and always went early so that they could listen to Canon Doran instructing the children who attended State Schools before the Devotions began. Canon Doran who liked to smoke always joined the men at the gate for a chat before the rosary and Benediction started. These Devotions were well attended. In the mid or late 50's Fr. Frank Treanor formed a committee to raise funds that bought new seats and stained glass windows which are still in the Church today. Isadore, a Passionate. After that when a Mission was held in the Parish it always included the Clare.
Miss Kennedy ordered the bus on a Saturday, collected the money and paid for it. At first it was a private bus, but later on the transport authority ran the bus and collected the money as the people entered the bus. The bus was so crowded that parents could only bring two of their children with them.
Having a bus helped the people of Bleary to attend the Clare and keep the Community together. Jim and Jacqueline, Josie's children were both Eucharistic Ministers in the Clare and Jim continues to lift the weekly collection. Dominic Toman used to gather a squad of men from the Bleary area in his lorry and bring them to the Clare to cut the graveyard. It was always a day's craic. Dominic also used to take us on the back of the lorry to Mass on a Saturday morning.
I also remember walking with friends and neighbours to the October devotions. It was probably the craic that made us go to devotions in the first place. We went to the Clare every Sunday on the bus. May McConville used to organise the bus and collect the money. We also went to the guest teas and concerts in Ballydougan Hall and of course Mass was held there when the church was being renovated.sibsedu.kspu.ru/includes/biologiya/okruzhayushiy-mir-pleshakov-rabochaya-tetrad-2-klass-reshebnik.html
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Cassie remembers the choir in the Clare from her early childhood. Around the start of the 's Mrs Lizzie Marr played the organ and trained the choir. There would have been a choir practice mid-week. The members either rode on bicycles or walked to attend. The hymns were in English and Latin for the Devotions. Cassie still remembers all these hymns and still prefers them to modern day hymns.
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Brian was an Altar Boy in the Clare from age nine to fourteen during the time of Fr. Frank Treanor. The boys also went to retreats in St. Clements in Belfast and attended sports days. One particular sports day was held in a field on the Sugar Island Road belonging to the Laverys and another at the Clare belonging to Joey Moore. Danny Toland, Frank Greene R. P and Micky Greene dug the graves at the Clare for twenty five years until the mechanical digger was introduced. Just a few memories I have gladly collected from my dear Mother Hannah who lived until she was 92 years old and who was with us until She was blessed with a great memory and had a great love for the Clare Chapel.
Over ninety years ago Mass was celebrated at On Saturday night special preparations were made including the polishing of shoes and laying out your Sunday best. Sunday morning came and you met friends and family and chatted all the way to the Clare. We were a close community. Canon Doyle was the parish Priest who travelled from Laurencetown by horse and trap to say Mass.
Sam Bodell looked after the horse during Mass and fed it carrots and food from a bag. Robert McEvoy and his wife Elizabeth lived in the Clare house. They gave great assistance to everything that was needed and had a breakfast awaiting the Priest after Mass. Another special memory was of my Mothers Great Grandparents telling her about the consecrating of the Clare graveyard. All our ancestors stood around the graveyard with lighted candles while the ground was blessed. There would have been people from the Clare and all the surrounding districts and it was a very moving experience from what I am told.
I imagine that would have been nearly years ago. I am sure all those people who stood in the graveyard with lighted candles could never have imagined what was to come. But their prayers along with those of parishioners today will still have that bonding which brings a caring towards the Clare Chapel and to the graveyard where it all began all those years ago. I remember too all the happy occasions of Baptisms, Weddings, also Golden Weddings when all the families gathered to celebrate along with the Priests of the Parish.
Such togetherness is bound to unite the people of yesteryear to the people of today. Now that we have reached the Two Hundred years milestone we appreciate the great work our own Canon Knowles has brought to us, such as the thought and effort towards the feelings of people who have lost their loved ones.
There is now a special Mass in November to remember our loved ones, a ceremony with many lighted candles which is of great importance. Through difficult times a personal touch brings home the true meaning of sharing and caring. A final memory I heard from two old friends who were talking about things their parents had told them. Around the year of the late 's and just a few hundred yards from the Clare Chapel there was a house where now stands the red telephone box.
He loved people calling in to visit him and never let them go without letting them hear a tune. You could imagine people walking to Mass especially Christmas Eve Midnight Mass while Matt would be sitting by the firelight playing his violin. The people then would arrive at the chapel to find it decorated with holly and alight with oil lamps and candles.
Surely a beautiful scene. Such is the Clare Chapel in so many people's memories. Canon Doran would arrive at the Glen on his bicycle and pick me up. I stood on two small bars or spikes on the wheels and together we proceeded to the Clare for Mass. Mass was said on a First Friday and Sunday morning so twice a week we went together to the Clare.
I said the responses to the Priest in Latin. We were taught great reverence towards the Church and everything in it. For instance an Altar Boy never put his back to the Tabernacle and definitely never touched the Host. Just before the Consecration I went down into the isles of the Church and the congregation raised their hands. I counted the number and whispered this to the Priest. He then counted out the corresponding number of Hosts and these were blessed and given out at Holy Communion. There weren't many people took Holy Communion.
Back then it was necessary to have been to Confession the night before and also to have fasted for 24 hours in order to receive Holy Communion. I also remember the Dues being read aloud at Mass once a month and wedding bands being read three months in advance of a wedding. Being an Altar Boy was a very responsible job and many people thought you might go on to be a Priest.!! The original altar was a wooden platform raised on three steps.
Presumably, when the original altar was installed, the cat had been in the Church, probably overnight and when the workers returned the following morning the floorboards were nailed down, not knowing a cat was sleeping under them. They trained Michael and Dermot Drainey. The Monaghan boys loved this as Fr.
Fegan lent them his new bike to ride to the Clare and back. During Fr Lennon's time, new windows were bought and installed. Charlie Monaghan's joiners made the extra seats to match the existing seats. The slates for the roof came from Belgium. I can remember receiving Holy Communion at the Clare, also my sister Veronica and my brother John and I assume we were all baptised in the Clare. I married Michael Maguire on Saturday 3 rd March at 9. The flower girl was Vivienne McCoy.
I remember Friday 2 nd March being a beautiful day but when we woke on the Saturday morning there were 12 inches of snow on the ground. He managed to drive the taxi right up to the Chapel door but then needed to get a tractor to pull the car out again. We were married by Fr. On our way to Portadown to have our photographs taken, Johnny had to stop the taxi and help pull a car out of a ditch. I still remember going to Mass at 6.
We travelled on the back of Dominic Toman's lorry. I remember the extreme cold and chatting to everyone. At the Mission stall I bought a little prayer book which I still use today. An amusing memory from the Clare is going to Confessions with my brother. We were blessed with six sons and three daughters. Vincent and Bernie and their family still live in the area. My late husband Vincent's remains were laid to rest in the Clare graveyard close to the Chapel on the 29 th July I still go the Clare from time to time to visit the grave and join in Mass and other occasions with my family.
The Clare Chapel has always been important in the life of our family. After we married Tommy and I attended the Clare with our young family. He tended the graveyard for many years and took great pride in having it in good shape for Cemetery Sunday. Our son Liam was an Altar Boy around I was a Church cleaner for many years together with my daughters Carole and Mary.
In recent years I have attended many weddings in the Clare. The bus brought us to the Mission in the Clare each year too as very few people had cars. Dominic Toman brought many young men from Bleary on the back of his lorry to the Mission morning and night. Tommy is now deceased and laid to rest in the Clare graveyard. I continue to attend Mass in the Clare. For me, the Clare Chapel means everything! My earliest memory of going to Mass in the Clare is of misbehaving! I remember walking up and down the side aisle during Mass, much to the amusement of Leo McEvoy who encouraged me and being sent straight to bed on my return home!
My three brothers were altar boys and Noel and myself used to walk to Mass every Saturday morning. I was always fascinated by Maggie's bicycle. We all loved Tommy and Maggie. I remember a raffle being held there and I won first prize of a beautiful doll in a pink cot, but my father was on the committee and he said, because of that, I had to hand it back! Political correctness to the extreme! I remember Father Sinnott and Canon Pettit saying Mass there in the hall when the chapel was closed for renovations in One of the sad memories was the death of Marian Prentice.
I didn't know Marian well but remembered her from going to Mass and it was a very sad time. The re-opening of the chapel was great. I was at boarding school at the time and as Ascension Thursday was a Holy Day, I was home for the day, but was allowed to stay at home an extra night because of the opening! My mother always had the mistaken notion that I would some day be able to play the organ in the Clare! Father Lynch also had that mistaken notion! He said that as long as I could use one finger on each hand, it was good enough!
So, at the age of 15, I was drafted in to play and a choir was formed. Then, one Christmas Eve, the air bag burst on the organ and a sound close to the strangling of a cat ensued. We met every Sunday in the church and, at times, up to 50 primary school age children would come along and draw, paint, act and do various exercises based on religion and the parish.
Mary and I went to Bleary every Sunday to collect and return the children. When Orla learnt a new chord, we learnt a new hymn! As the years passed I witnessed the changes in the church and the official presence of women in the sanctuary. Murphy roped Imelda Moore and myself into serving benediction one Sunday evening! Fortunately for us, very few people attended Benediction, as we were not the best role models for any budding server! Years later, I became a reluctant reader and a Eucharistic Minister which, due to ill health, was short-lived.
In being able to help grieving families with funeral arrangements, for example, is both a privilege and a humbling experience. I remember also Joe Fegan, who lived in the Clare House with his wife Christine and children, at the time he was killed. Toal, Frank Greene, Kitty Toman and so many others. Whenever I look back to growing up as a boy in the Clare, I have only good memories. I was lucky to have grown up, knowing so many characters. It was a close-knit community that cared about each other and the people were all interested in what was going on.
It would have been great to tape many of the conversations that went on outside the chapel gates after Mass. No one was ever in a hurry home as this was the highlight of the week when people touched base and reference was made to all the important things in the community such as the price of hay and, of course, births, deaths, weddings, funerals and recent courtships, particularly neighbouring ones if land was involved! A lot of bills would have been paid outside the gate.