He would talk about a logical fallacy called the fallacy of the anti-reformist.

Upon complaining about the roads in Scotland & saying they need to be improved, someone else mentions that the roads in England are worse and that the Scottish roads do not need to be improved. The person mentioning the condition of the English roads are committing the mistake of the fallacy of the anti-reformist because the condition of the roads in England are not relevant to the issue of whether or not the roads in Scotland need to be improved.

He would sometimes open the blinds in a room saying “let there be light” to wake people up. He would sometimes lay in a dark room saying he wanted to be left alone because of “black moods”.

My maternal grandfather sang this song to my grandmother at a wedding they were attending together, not their own.

Song Song Girl. The lyrics start about halfway through the video.

He stood and sang it to her during the wedding, she was so proud of him she started crying.

A song he would sing when he was younger at his household to family was a song called “The Home I Left Behind”, his parents were immigrants from Ireland.

I was born on the hillside by yonder flowing stream.
And deeply pictured in my mind, fond memories, thoughts and dreams.
It oft-times nearly breaks my heart and gives me a troubled mind,
When I think of dear old Ireland and the home I left behind.

It was early next morning with a sad and broken heart.
I stood upon my father’s floor saying ’tis sad we both must part.
With my mother’s arms around my neck as the tears from her eyes did blind,
As I tore out from her arms in the home I left behind.

As I drove along through Ireland, till I came to Queenstown Bay.
It was there I saw a steamer, bound for Americay.
It was there I saw a steamer bound for a foreign clime,
And ’twas there I took a fond good look on the home I left behind.

And since I landed in New York strange faces I have known.
But there’s none so fair or dear to me as the ones I left at home.
And when I’m filled with shining gold and a girl to be my bride,
I’ll roll her in my arms in the home I left behind.

This is a ballad about my mother and father.

The Ballad Of Patsy And The Red Fox

There was a woman from Watertown
Patsy to her family she was known
She married The Red Fox
And they gained a business for their own
And when she was pregnant with her son
The doctors said premature he would be
That is if the birth could be even done
But Patsy was a woman
Whose will was strong
So she put in the work
That would be long
So added to the emotional toil Of being a wife
She added to that breathing exercises
That saved her babies life
Because of this heroic deed
I was born
My mother is a hero
Even though a uniform she has not worn
My mother is a hero

This I know is true
I know it with my whole heart
Just as I know the sky is blue
The Red Fox she called him
For the color of his hair
And if a person was rude to her
My fathers temper did flare
Upon a train in Europe, some time ago
A Moroccan stole her purse
But The Running Moroccan was chased by The Red Fox
And this fox was the Moroccans’ curse
The purse my father regained
And everything went grand
All the Moroccans in Europe now know
Around Patsy at a distance they should stand
And to my Mother I give the highest respect For her noble act
And The Moroccans
They too respect Patsy, because with a red fox she made a pact

This is a ballad about my mothers grandfather

Ballad Of Thomas Kiely

In early 1900’s America
A girl was born called Alice
In the place where Mary gave birth to her
Was hidden some malice
This place was Massachusetts
And the hospital said Alice had downs syndrome
And to her father Thomas Kiely
They said she couldn’t go home
They wanted to put her in an institution
For the mentally impaired
But when he heard this news
He was not despaired
They wanted to put her there
For her whole life
But good Thomas knew
She would not suffer that strife
He was a man from Ireland, County Waterford
He could be stern as a pine
So he told the people at that place
She belongs to me, I love her and she’s mine
He said: I’m taking her back to Ireland
If you don’t give her to me to have here
And with those words he spoke
He caught them by the ear
Stone hearts are faint

And can easily be pushed around
That is why Thomas Kiely
Was right to stand his ground
Little Alice spent her days
At home with Mom and Dad
Sisters and brothers were there too
And the times they were glad
They sang songs together
Often with Alice holding fathers hand
This was a family
Living upon their land

ballad of patsy and the red fox

ballad of thomas kiely

 

 

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