This very fine dancer was the man who thought James Cagney James Cagney and Bob Hope to dance of the tabletop in the film The Seven Little Foys, this old dancing man would put the great lord of the dance Michael Flatley to shame with his skills at his age. Dancing on tabletops and pub bars is a wonderful and very old ancient Irish tradition, it goes back to the time of Cú Chulainn, a dear uncle of mine passed away 2 years ago, at short notice we were told that our uncle did not have much time to live so we rushed to pay him one last visit, we were almost the last to arrive from overseas when we arrived at my uncle's house we were told that he had stopped drinking and eating also talking for the past two day and he was no longer responding to anyone, my 2 cousins along with my brother and I went into his room, we tried to see if our uncle would notice our voices when we spoke to him but there was no reaction. then I recalled that when I was just a little boy of about 6 years old I was living with my grandmother and her son (our uncle) who was a shepherd and who would climb the mountains heading and collecting his sheep most working days, he would never have any food or drink all during those working day, I recall several times especially during the very hot summers days in the late afternoons my uncles 2 sheepdogs would arrive home 5 or 10 minutes ahead of their master, then my uncle would arrive back home, he would kick off his turned down wellingtons, pull of his knitted woolen socks, wash his face and hands and crag his weary body into the kitchen then he ask his mother, Mama have you got any buttermilk for me to drink, she would get his a large jug of buttermilk from an earthenware jar, my uncle would though back he head and drink this horrible smelly butter milk in one go, a few moment later you could see the strength coming back into his body then he would leap up onto the kitchen table let out a few wild yelps and dance a cray war dance like a proud Red Indian, when I repeated this story at my Uncil bedside and as I finished he let out a very loud shout/laugh and I think he was telling us that he was not dancing like a red Indian but he was dancing to a rare old Irish tune, He did not say any more, he was brought to hospital shortly after, we stayed with him all of the time and we told hundreds of stories about our uncle, we also told tall tales to the hospital staff that our uncle had 9 children with 9 different women, we though that we would get thrown our off the hospital but all the nursing staff and doctors that came in to check on our uncle gave us full backing and told us that this was the property way to be at the end of uncles life, Uncil John Joe left us all behind the next morning on his way to Heavan, I am sure that as he walked thought the Golden Gates he was laughing with the greatest joy and fondest memories and is now resting in eternal pace
@@janet4021 Thank you Janet we are good and very best wishes to you and your family, Some of my jokes also have a strong strand of truth in them, I mix up my jokes with stories that did happen during my life, the story about my uncle is completely true.
How is Ireland “ruined” now? Because brown people exist and it is now “Africa” like you said in another video about a Mayo man returning? Do something better with your life than peddling your racist “Great Replacement” theory bullshit.
