We absolutely need to protect it, it’s our heritage. It’s a precious gift which gives life to stories and poetry and music, and not something that should ever be dismissed as unimportant, or not newsworthy. And it’s from living in this place, on this island, that has highlighted to me how important our beautiful language is. Immersed in the traditional ways of the island, changing with the new ways and more importantly not only learning the language, but using it on a daily basis. Mullins rolling in the aisles, that as an adult I would end up not only living in the Gaeltacht, but surviving there. I could never have imagined back then, and I’m sure the thought would have had Ms. So when the option came up every year for a trip to the Gaeltacht – 3 weeks living in an Irish speaking community, with a Bean an Tí making scones for you every day, ceili dances in the local halls, ceol agus craic (music and fun) making new friends – maybe even meeting boys (i went to an all girls catholic school) – while all the time improving your Irish by speaking it on a daily basis – I used to keep my head down, because not only was it always very expensive for your parents, if I couldn’t even get my tenses right, how would I have managed for three whole weeks. Mullins telling my mam at a parent-teacher meeting, that “Paula would be very good at Irish if she could only grasp her tenses!” (I used the Aimsir Chaite – past tense – A LOT…) Yeah, if only! So this is a little recap of my experience of Irish in secondary school. The bloody Modh Coinníollach! Seriously, the ‘Conditional Mood’ which is used for describing events that did not or may not happen’! I hated that ‘Mood’! I remember my Irish teacher Ms. Irish was hard, and now thanks to Peig, depressing, but it was pushed in school as SO very important, and that your whole life and career would depend on it. I’m not intending on taking one bit from the woman herself, or her story of hardship on the Blasket Islands throughout a very harsh period of time, but what I am trying to do is show how it was not really the best introduction to a language that is fairly hard enough to learn even with the basics, especially if you had grown up speaking English as your first language. And the rest of the book didn’t get much more chipper let me tell you. ‘I am an old woman now, with one foot in the grave and the other on its edge.’Ĭheery, eh. Now in fairness to gaeilge, it was quite possibly the story that did that – I mean that first line translates into this : I’ve vague recollections of reading simple Irish books and doing spelling tests when I was very young, but this is the book that made me decide that not only did I not like the language, I wasn’t any good at it. Peig Sayers was my first real introduction to the Irish language. Yes, this is the opening line of Peig, and this one line has quite possibly sent shivers down the backs of many. Ó Múrchú (Eagarthóirí), An Sagart, an Daingean, 1998) ‘Seanabhean is ea mise anois go bhfuil cos léi insan uaigh is an chos eile ar a bruach.‘(( Peig: A Scéal Féin, Máire Ní MhainnÍn & Liam P. So let us step back in time and take a little read of this:
Because it was something that Ms.Feehily had said in her piece that resonated with me, and quite possibly with the majority of people who had read the piece, and that was “I was force fed Irish as a child.” Feehily, even the ‘gaeilgeoiri with a grudge’, life’s hardships are not just restricted to the people who speak English as their first language in this country.’- And where I felt I could have easily broken down many aspects of the article and argued the lack of merits in the points being made, and offered various valid statistics until the cows had come home, that is not what I ended up wanting to do. However it was the content of it that stuck in my craw, because it was, quite simply, blatantly patronising and more than a little bit arse about face! I stopped short of shouting at the screen – ‘We are ALL in a recession Ms. Feehily’s personal opinion’, which of course we are all entitled to, and I pondered that as a piece of writing in itself, in my own opinion, it flowed perfectly fine.
I noted that firstly it was published under the heading of ‘OPINION’, which I thought to myself, ‘ok, this is just Ms.
Then I decided I’d read it again – trying to keep my irritation at bay. So I sat down and had a little read of it. Last week, I came across an article published by the Limerick Leader written by Patricia Feehily, titled ‘ Our next storm is coming from the Gaeltacht‘.
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