Some people

[john m]

Im down in Inchicore today and I bump into an old woman from Ring Street and she asks are you the Mc Grath from the top of the Green ?I smile and say yes .Well I wanted to talk to you for a long time ."Oh said I "? She said you know well what you did and I think your a cur there is no excuse for that ."What did I do! "? You robbed the crib " I bit the inside of me lip to stop me laughing .I wrote a story for a local web site years ago it was only a story but some people think it was true .

  .Im sorry it was me
For years I have hidden my secret .The shame of it .My mother always hoped that nobody would find out she wouldn’t be able to show her face in public if anybody ever knew .I didn’t see it as a big deal but I promised never to tell as it would embarrass her .Well here goes and I hope you can forgive me .In 1969 I stole the baby Jesus from the Oblates Crib .There was panic when it was noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from the Crib .Father Horan and Father Morrisey knocked all the doors in the Oblate estate while Father Breslin knocked all the CIE houses looking for the baby Jesus .I think something like that had happened around the time of his birth men in uniforms knocking on doors looking for him.The Gards were sent for and two policeman and a special branchman came knocking on our door .They said “Are you the boy who took the child “A woman down Ring Street had said she thought she saw a little blond haired boy with a baby on the crossbar of his bike peddling around the green .So the Gards knocked on the doors of all the kids with blond hair .When they knocked at our house I was out on my new bike that I had gotten from Santy ,my mother told them I was out playing and that she would ask me when I got in and let them know .About half three I came in to go to the toilet .I put my new bike in the sitting room so it wouldn’t get robbed .I was having a tinkle when I heard my mother scream .I ran out of the toilet wetting my leg to see if she was alright .As I ran into the kitchen I got the hardest larrap of a wooden spoon any child ever survived .”What do you think you are up to? “My Ma screamed at me “What is the Baby Jesus doing on the crossbar of your bike the priests and the police are looking everywhere for him ?.What sort of child are you stealing the baby Jesus from the crib ?.My mother was a very rational logical cool headed woman not prone to over exaggeration or embellishment .So when she said I could go to jail for kidnapping the baby Jesus from the Oblates Crib I was really scared .I said “ I was sorry” Sorry isn’t good enough you little brat you stole the figure of the baby Jesus “I was still crying from the slap of the wooden spoon while I tried to explain to my mother that I had been praying to God every night for nearly two months for a new bike for Christmas .I told him I would be good and share it with my sisters .I even promised that if he gave me a new bike for Christmas that I would give the baby Jesus a go.So when I went around to the Crib I remembered my promise and took the baby Jesus from the crib and put him on the crossbar and brought him for a go on my bike .Me Ma had to sneak the baby Jesus back into the Crib without being noticed .So if you were one of the people who visited the Oblates crib on 5th of January 1969  im sorry .

[Taxi driver42]

Rite



What happened next?

[john m]

I told her it was only a story I made up but she was certain she could remember that happening .So I ended up saying sorry and promising that I wont ever do anything like that again .She said what did my mother think I told her my mother was dead she just said "Well there you are" and walked off .You got to really love the Irish we are all nuts

[The Liffey Lip]

Im down in Inchicore today and I bump into an old woman from Ring Street and she asks are you the Mc Grath from the top of the Green ?I smile and say yes .Well I wanted to talk to you for a long time ."Oh said I "? She said you know well what you did and I think your a cur there is no excuse for that ."What did I do! "? You robbed the crib " I bit the inside of me lip to stop me laughing .I wrote a story for a local web site years ago it was only a story but some people think it was true .

  .Im sorry it was me
For years I have hidden my secret .The shame of it .My mother always hoped that nobody would find out she wouldn’t be able to show her face in public if anybody ever knew .I didn’t see it as a big deal but I promised never to tell as it would embarrass her .Well here goes and I hope you can forgive me .In 1969 I stole the baby Jesus from the Oblates Crib .There was panic when it was noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from the Crib .Father Horan and Father Morrisey knocked all the doors in the Oblate estate while Father Breslin knocked all the CIE houses looking for the baby Jesus .I think something like that had happened around the time of his birth men in uniforms knocking on doors looking for him.The Gards were sent for and two policeman and a special branchman came knocking on our door .They said “Are you the boy who took the child “A woman down Ring Street had said she thought she saw a little blond haired boy with a baby on the crossbar of his bike peddling around the green .So the Gards knocked on the doors of all the kids with blond hair .When they knocked at our house I was out on my new bike that I had gotten from Santy ,my mother told them I was out playing and that she would ask me when I got in and let them know .About half three I came in to go to the toilet .I put my new bike in the sitting room so it wouldn’t get robbed .I was having a tinkle when I heard my mother scream .I ran out of the toilet wetting my leg to see if she was alright .As I ran into the kitchen I got the hardest larrap of a wooden spoon any child ever survived .”What do you think you are up to? “My Ma screamed at me “What is the Baby Jesus doing on the crossbar of your bike the priests and the police are looking everywhere for him ?.What sort of child are you stealing the baby Jesus from the crib ?.My mother was a very rational logical cool headed woman not prone to over exaggeration or embellishment .So when she said I could go to jail for kidnapping the baby Jesus from the Oblates Crib I was really scared .I said “ I was sorry” Sorry isn’t good enough you little brat you stole the figure of the baby Jesus “I was still crying from the slap of the wooden spoon while I tried to explain to my mother that I had been praying to God every night for nearly two months for a new bike for Christmas .I told him I would be good and share it with my sisters .I even promised that if he gave me a new bike for Christmas that I would give the baby Jesus a go.So when I went around to the Crib I remembered my promise and took the baby Jesus from the crib and put him on the crossbar and brought him for a go on my bike .Me Ma had to sneak the baby Jesus back into the Crib without being noticed .So if you were one of the people who visited the Oblates crib on 5th of January 1969  im sorry .

The John Grisham of the Gresham.

[Belker]

Great story John M !

These days when young folk sit in to my cab and see my I.D. plate,
they often say; "OMG ! Are you the real 'Ken Cash', the Urban Legend ?", Etc....

At the moment I keep the story going, even though I'm retired from Bootlegging,
I know miz kidz get a lorra street cred from their Da's ex-exploits !

[Taxi driver42]

Great story John M !

These days when young folk sit in to my cab and see my I.D. plate,
they often say; "OMG ! Are you the real 'Ken Cash', the Urban Legend ?", Etc....

At the moment I keep the story going, even though I'm retired from Bootlegging,
I know miz kidz get a lorra street cred from their Da's ex-exploits !

Whens the next book