Smorgasbord Cafe and Bookstore – #Free #Bookmarketing – New series – Share an Extract from your latest book.


Over the last few weeks I have been featuring authors and extracts from one of their previous books.

In this new series you can now share an extract of 500 words from your most recent book and it will be featured in a Saturday or Sunday post starting in the middle of June

The aim of the series

  1. To showcase your latest book and sell some more copies.
  2. Gain more reviews for the book.
  3. Promote a selection of other books that are available.

What will be in the post?

  • I will top and tail in the usual way with your other books and links, bio, photo and social media.
  • I will also select a review from Amazon or Goodreads that I feel has the best selling pitch for the book.
  • If your book is very recent and as yet has not received a review then I will share one from a previous book.
  • This series is open to all authors currently in the Cafe and Bookstore
  • I suggest an extract of approximately 500 words or a poem that you feel best reflects the theme of your collection.
  • If you have an illustration or images you can attach to the email for me to include. No need to send the cover as I will have that or will access from Amazon.
  • As an author in the Cafe and Bookstore I will already have all your details, links and covers of other books so need to send anything further.
  • Please send your extract and any accompanying images to sally.cronin@moyhill.com

To give you an idea of how it will look (and to give my latest book a plug)

Life’s Rich Tapestry : Woven in Words is a collection of verse, micro fiction and speculative short stories.

About Life’s Rich Tapestry

Life’s Rich Tapestry is a collection of verse, microfiction and short stories that explore many aspects of our human nature and the wonders of the natural world. Reflections on our earliest beginnings and what is yet to come, with characters as diverse as a French speaking elephant and a cyborg warrior.

Finding the right number of syllables for a Haiku, Tanka, Etheree or Cinquain focuses the mind; as does 99 word microfiction, bringing a different level of intensity to storytelling. You will find stories about the past, the present and the future told in 17 syllables to 2,000 words, all celebrating life.

This book is also recognition of the value to a writer, of being part of a generous and inspiring blogging community, where writing challenges encourage us to explore new styles and genres.

An extract from the book of 500 words – A selection of the 99 word Flash Fiction in the book.

A Close Match

Isobel held her mother’s hand tightly as the door to the café opened, and a man walked in and looked around. It had been an emotional few weeks since the DNA close match had been found on the genealogy database. Her mother, abandoned as a toddler on the doorstep of an orphanage, had no memories of her family, long giving up hope of finding them. The man looked over to their table and her mother gasped as she saw his shock of red hair and green eyes. His face lit up and smiling he hurried towards them, twins reunited.

Buried in the Snow

The elderly farmer and his dog stood at the base of the hillside and searched the snow covered slope for signs of the flock. His grandson, swaddled against the biting cold, reached out to tug on the old man’s sleeve.
‘Granddad, how are we going to find the sheep, they must all be buried under those drifts?’ The boy looked close to tears.
‘Just wait, lad, just wait.’ He patted the boys head.
Just then a dark shape moved amongst the white mounds and the farmer smiled.
‘That’s why you always have a black sheep in your flock boy.’

Following Elephants

The young boy raised the heavy tin bucket full of dusty liquid onto the rolled up shirt on his head. Both hands steadied the precious cargo as he watched the herd of elephants moving slowly off into the sunset. He had followed them all day from his village across the parched earth, knowing they were creatures capable of finding the most hidden of watering holes. They had led him to this ancient secret spring; a life-giving find for his village. He turned and retraced his steps homeward, cloaked in the dangerous predator filled dusk. Today his family would drink.

Life’s Greatest Gift

Thomas prowled the corridors of the care home as its residents slept. During the day he would jump from lap to lap, rubbing gnarled hands with his head, accepting tender touches and morsels of food, hoarded and saved for his visit. For many he became the family they no longer knew, and was adored.

 

The cat slipped through a door left ajar, and approaching the bed, he leapt onto the pillow. Thomas purred gently into the old woman’s ear. She sighed and gave one last gentle breath, accepting the greatest gift in life of being loved until its end.

My Mouse

I am extremely attached to my mouse, small and demanding at times, but I need a muse that is easy to maintain, and doesn’t demand three walks a day and half my dinner. It sits quietly by my side, observing my every move, and eager to be handled at every opportunity. I have owned several mice in my lifetime, but this one has a special place in my heart, as it has supported me thorough my latest book and editing process. But it is showing signs of burn out. Perhaps it will perk up if I change its battery.

One of the recent reviews for the collection

Amy M. Reade 5.0 out of 5 stars Sally Cronin talents transcend genres  Reviewed in the United States on April 26, 2020

Sally Cronin has both genius and wisdom when it comes to human nature and the human connection with our animal friends. In this delightful and heartwarming (and sometimes heart-wrenching) collection of verse, poems, short stories, and micro-fiction, the reader is treated to a look at everything from the natural world to the world inside the human heart, from junkyards to mansions, from a French-speaking elephant to faeries.

I loved this book, not only as a beautiful respite from the news of the world, but also as an inspiration to write and read in genres that are outside my normal range. I think readers have a lot to learn from Ms. Cronin and I recommend the book to anyone who is looking for inspiration and something extraordinary.

Read the reviews and buy the collection:Amazon UK

AndAmazon US

A selection of other books by Sally Cronin

Find all the books, reviews and buy the books: Amazon US

And: Amazon UK

More reviews can be found on Goodreads: Goodreads

About Sally Cronin

I have been a storyteller most of my life (my mother called them fibs!). Poetry, song lyrics and short stories were left behind when work and life intruded, but that all changed in 1996. My first book Size Matters was a health and weight loss book based on my own experiences of losing 70kilo. I have written another twelve books since then on health and also fiction, including four collections of short stories. My latest book is a collection of verse, micro fiction and speculative short stories titled Life’s Rich Tapestry: Woven in Words

I am an indie author and proud to be one. My greatest pleasure comes from those readers who enjoy my take on health, characters and twisted endings… and of course come back for more.

You can connect to me on the following sites.

Blog: Smorgasbord Invitation
Twitter: @sgc58
Facebook: Sally Cronin
LinkedIn: Sally Cronin

Look forward to hearing from you with your 500 word extract.. and look forward to sharing over a weekend soon

Smorgasbord Cafe and Bookstore – New book on the shelves – #Childrens – Hair Peace by Dawn Doig


Delighted to share a new book for children by Dawn Doig, illustrated by Savannah Horton – Hair Peace.

About the book

Johanita wants to have beautiful hair like the other girls at school. Johanita’s hair is very short. When her mother takes her to the hair salon, Johanita tries a series of wigs out each day at school, but she can’t decide which one makes her look beautiful.

After a new girl starts at school, Johanita discovers that beauty comes in many forms and it isn’t your hair that makes you beautiful.

One of the early reviews for the book

Tope 5.0 out of 5 stars Embracing the beauty of Hair  Reviewed in the United States on May 19, 2020

The story is centered around a girl of African descent who did not appreciate the beauty of her hair texture. Reminds me of growing up and how “chemically processed hair” was the way forward for many reasons ranging from being easier to manage to not liking the inability of my hair to flow in the breeze. In present times though more African descendants are now leaning towards embracing our hair textures and I am proud of that.

Read the other reviews and buy the book: Amazon US

And: Amazon UK

A selection of books by Dawn Doig

Head over and buy the books: Amazon US

And on Amazon UK: Amazon UK

Follow Dawn on: Goodreads

About Dawn Doig

Dawn Doig, M.Sc., M.Ed, is the author of several children’s picture books on a variety of topics including childhood hearing loss, bullying and forgiveness, dysgraphia, and learning English as an additional language. She has been blessed with two extremely rewarding careers working with children as an audiologist and as an English as an additional language teacher. Dawn has two grown children who live in Canada. She currently resides in Cameroon with her hubby Bruce and two very rambunctious but adorable female kitties. She gets her inspiration for her children’s books from her family, the children she has the pleasure of working with, general life experiences, and her feline friends. Dawn is a passionate baker who loves to share her homemade goodies with others. She is always ready to head out on the next thrilling adventure with Bruce and they never know where the wind will blow them to next.

Connect to Dawn

Website:   Dawn Doig
Twitter: @Shoebears
Facebook: Shoebears
LinkedIn: Dawn Doig

Thank you for dropping in today and I hope you will explore Dawn’s books further. Thanks Sally

CarolCooks2…weekly roundup 24th May-30th May 2020…Climate Change, Recipes, Whimsey, Vegan Coq Au Vin and Black Vinegar…

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Time to catch up with Carol Taylor’s week of climate change, recipes, Whimsy, vegan Coq au Vin and Black Vinegar.. intrigued then head over to enjoy.

CarolCooks2…weekly roundup 24th May-30th May 2020…Climate Change, Recipes, Whimsey, Vegan Coq Au Vin and Black Vinegar…

Welcome to this weeks edition of my weekly roundup…I hope you are all staying safe and well…Let’s take a pew and have a read I hope you enjoy!

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If you are snacking while you are reading…popcorn is a good low-calorie snack ..depending of course what is on it! Choose wisely…x

Monday: Recycling and Climate Change…25th May 2020…and Covid-19…

After the Covid-19 crisis will we get a greener world? I am sure this is a question many people are asking… the cleaner air, burgeoning urban wildlife, and our sudden, dramatic shift to a less carbon-intensive lifestyle reveal the scope of what we can achieve in just days. This is something to cling to as we navigate the twin storms of Covid-19 and climate. We know that the climate crisis will not wait for a more convenient time; we must deal with it and the pandemic crisis concurrently.

 

Head over to read the post in full…full of great stuff.

via CarolCooks2…weekly roundup 24th May-30th May 2020…Climate Change, Recipes, Whimsey, Vegan Coq Au Vin and Black Vinegar…

Smorgasbord Coffee Time Haiku – Urban Foxes by Sally Cronin


As I go through my images from our travels and in the archives, I am going to share some that I have published with the addition of a Haiku over the last few years. Sometimes it is possible  to capture wildlife in an urban environment such as these two foxes in deep conversation.

I hope you have enjoyed.. thanks for dropping in Sally.

Smorgasbord Short Stories – #Spain – Tales from the Garden Chapter Four – Pearly Girl and the Dwarves Stone Band by Sally Cronin


It is over two years since I share the stories from Tales from The Garden that I wrote in tribute to our home in the mountains to the north of Madrid from 1999 to 2016. I went back and forth from Ireland for the first three years as I had my diet advisory clinic here, but finally sold our house, put the dog in the car and ferried and drove across the UK and Europe to live permanently. We inherited a number of statues from the previous owners that were too big to take with them, and I also found some discarded around the garden. Perfect characters for stories, some of whom moved on with us to Ireland and appeared in Tales from the Irish Garden. I hope that you will enjoy.

About Tales from the Garden

Tales from the Garden reveals the secrets that are hidden beneath hedges and trees. You will discover what really happens at night as you sleep unaware in your bed. Stone statues and those hidden worlds within the earth are about to share their stories. The guardians who have kept the sanctuary safe for over fifty years will allow you to peek behind the scenes of this magical place. They will take you on a journey through time and expand your horizons as they transport you to the land of fairies, butterflies and lost souls who have found a home here.

Fairy Stories for children of all ages from five to ninety-five that will change the way you look at your garden forever.

Tales from the Garden – Chapter Four – Pearly Girl and the Dwarves Stone Band

Pearly Girl and the Dwarves is a stone band that plays at all the fairy balls, weddings and birthday celebrations. To the human inhabitants of the villa, they were also playthings for the children who have grown up over the last fifty years and were loved by many.

Unfortunately, like many of the stoned rock bands of the past, the dwarves had not always behaved well. There were a couple of incidences when one or two of the band, who will remain nameless, sniffed a little too much of the pollen of the sneezeweed that grew at the bottom of the garden. They had been banned from playing at any of the fairy events in the fairy kingdom of Magia, beneath the old magnolia tree, for the last fifteen years.

The children of the house had also grown up and left and the band found themselves huddled on the windswept ledge on the back side of the house gathering moss and covered in swallow poop as the birds used them for target practice.

Finally in the late 90s the new owners discovered them in their isolated outcrop and decided to relocate the group to the top of the garden under a large shady tree where they could resume their musical endeavours without disturbing the household or the neighbours. The fairy queen, seeing that they had returned to human favour, decided to give them another chance with a dire warning of consequences should there be further unacceptable behaviour.

Although the band was tucked away in a quiet part of the garden, the abundant wildlife that had made a home in this serene spot soon began to move out. Unfortunately the dwarves were all a bit out of practice, particularly Thrifty with his kettle drum who had gone a bit deaf and drowned out the rest of the band and was asked to stand in the corner.

Shifty was on the fiddle but the others kept their eyes on the expenses. Nifty was on the saxophone, Hefty on the base drum and cymbals and Ditzy blows his own trumpet.

Wiffy tuned up his guitar and that just left Sniffy the male vocalist of the group who insisted on being accompanied by his best friend Buck the rabbit. Buck was okay as a backup singer but Sniffy failed to realise that his BFF was in fact the cause of his allergies. I know that I said that I would not reveal the names of the culprits behind the banishment from fairyland but you can probably guess that Sniffy was not blameless!

Anyway after a few weeks the band was in fine fettle and eagerly awaited the arrival of their lead singer Pearly Girl.

The fairies were holding a birthday party, and tonight was the band’s first performance of the summer and the first in fifteen years. Their future as a band and their chance of staying out in the garden instead of in exile on the poop covered ledge, was dependent on their performance and behaviour.

Buck, as he tended to move a lot faster than the rest of the band, went off in search of Pearly Girl.

He looked everywhere and even asked the resident hippie if he had seen her. The hippie had heard that Pearly Girl and Buck’s cousin Fizzy, had been on the town the night before, and might have got themselves arrested. This was not good news and Hippie and Buck hurried over to the garden’s naughty corner to see if he could find out more.

They found Fizzy almost immediately, obviously still plastered from the night before and they spent precious minutes trying to get some sense out of him. Even Hippie had a go and finally they were told that Pearly Girl was the other side of the holding area in a dreadful state.

Buck and Hippie had their work cut out for them if they were going to get Pearly Girl in shape in time for the performance. Buck got the rest of the fairy juice off her and Hippie raced around getting her clothes and make-up organised. With just minutes to go and as the audience and the photographers arrived they got their star act ready.

The stage was set, the sun shone and the band began to play their first song. ‘One Day my Prince will Come’ and Pearly Girl walked through the garden to join them. As she began to sing the audience broke into rounds of applause.

The fairy queen and her court were duly impressed with the two hour performance and signed a contract with the stoned band to perform at their mid-summer ball the following week.

Happy to be off the poop laden ledge for good, the band wandered off in search of the sneezeweed and a jug or two of organic rosewater laced with some fermented bee pollen.

©sallycronin Tales from the Garden 2015

I hope you have enjoyed the start to the Tales from the Garden and as always your comments are much appreciated. Thanks Sally

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May Book Reviews


If by a slim chance your TBR is looking depleted, then look no further than the wonderful selection of books for all tastes in this months compilation of reviews by Diana Wallace Peach.. Poetry, The Fair folk, a thriller, limbo, YA and fantasy… not to be missed.

Myths of the Mirror

This is an upsetting time in the US with virus deaths reaching 100k, and the 9-minute public murder of an African American man by police. My heart is broken. Reading continues to be a release.

This month my offering of reviews includes beautiful poetry, fantasy, sci-fi, and a short story. I hope you enjoy browsing my 4 and 5-star reviews. There are some lovely reads here.

Click on the covers for Amazon global links.

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Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings by Gabriela Marie Milton

There are poetry books where the words feel like chocolates that melt on your tongue, where the imagery seduces you into a timeless place of mystery or lays out a universe of emotion, the crux of a life in a few perfect lines. I love free verse that’s evocative, where the sounds and rhythms sweep me off my feet. Gabriela Marie Milton’s poetry is and…

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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Weekly Round Up – 24th – 30th May 2020 – ABBA, Jelly Beans, San Francisco, Resilience and Laughter


Welcome to the weekly round up of posts on Smorgasbord that you might have missed during the week.

I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying any slight lifting of restrictions. I notice a couple of people missing from social media this week and hope they are okay and I will follow up with them offline if I can. It has been a drastic change to our normal routine and so very much more difficult for those with children or who are separated from their families and close friends.

Everything here is becoming the new norm… nothing new to report except for the new book marketing series starting Monday.

There are over 150 authors in the Cafe and Bookstore and I wanted to keep it to key pieces of information such as buying links, recent review, website and covers. However, I know that readers also like to know more about the background of authors.

In this series during June and July I will share the bios of all the authors in the cafe in a random selection. I hope that this will introduce you to the authors in more depth and encourage you to check out their books and follow them on their blog and Twitter. If you are in the Cafe and Bookstore then you will automatically be featured over the next few weeks.

The posts for next week are all ready scheduled and the first authors on Monday are John Howell, Judith Barrow and Mary Crowley.. I hope you will join us to discover more about them and their books.

As always my thanks to those who contribute to the blog and this week columns by William Price King and Carol Taylor.

Thanks to you too for keep showing up and your support…here are the posts from the week.

ABBA Part Four 1980s Gimme Gimme more hits.

Carol Taylor – A – Z of Food – ‘J’ for Jelly Beans, Jalapenos, Jack Fruit and Jerky all with a little Jus

Letters from America 1985-1987 – April 1985 – Beverly Hills Cop, Sleepless Nights in San Francisco!

Chapter Three The Last Emperor

The Financier and the Farmer’s Wife

#Historical #Mystery – A Girl Like You (A Henrietta and Inspector Howard Novel Book 1) by Michelle Cox

Lanzarote Plants Cling to Life

New Zealand, Queenstown Bridges

Butterfly Cinquain – Random Acts of Kindness

Project 101 – Resilience – Chronic Inflammation and the Immune System and Musical therapy

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Weight Loss, Heart function and Immune System – Musical Therapy

Resilience – #Sleep Strategies and Music Therapy – Sally Cronin

Food Therapy – Mushrooms – The Egyptians believed they granted immortality

A Year in the Life of Andrea Coe: A Psychological Thriller (In the life of …. Book 2) by Lucinda E. Clarke

#Fantasy #Shortstories The Butterfly Tree & other stories (Dragonscale Diffusions Book 2) by Freya Pickard

Pre-order for June 2nd – Cape Menace: A Cape May #Historical Mystery by Amy M. Reade

Pre-Order – #YAFantasy -The Green Door (The Eternal Artifacts Book 1) by Heather Kindt

#Shortstories Cathy Cade, #Science Fiction A.C. Flory, #Historical Apple Gidley

#Reviews #YAFantasy Jean Lee, #Humour Geoff Le Pard, #Poetry M.J. Mallon

#Romance #Suspense – Backstage by Harmony Kent

#Memoir #Drama – Miedo 2: A Reckoning With Fear by Kevin Cooper

May 26th 2020 – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin

May 28th 2020 – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin

Really Bad Dad Jokes and a few funnies

Thank you for dropping in today and for your support during the week.. I hope you have enjoyed and will join me again. Thanks Sally.

Smorgasbord Poetry – Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Challenge – Random Acts of Kindness by Sally Cronin


This week Colleen Chesebro Tanka Tuesday Poetry No 179 – Theme Prompt features a theme from Merrill D. Smith…

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Here is my Butterfly Cinquain

Random Acts of Kindness.

Like light
piercing the dark,
random acts of kindness
ripple through our community
outwards.
Touching hearts and minds of strangers
who absorb the message
and pass it on
with love

©Sally Cronin 2020

If you would like to participate in this week’s challenge here is the link again: Colleen Chesebro Tanka Tuesday Poetry No 179 – Theme Prompt 

You can find recent reviews for my latest release and other books: Sally’s books and reviews 2019/2020

Thank you for dropping by and I hope you enjoyed.. thanks Sally.

 

Smorgasbord Posts from My Archives -#Memoir #Waterford #Ireland 1930s – The Colour of Life 1936 – #Waterford – The Financier and The Farmer’s Wife by Geoff Cronin


My father-in-law, Geoff Cronin was a raconteur with a encyclopedic memory spanning his 93 years. He sadly died in 2017 but not before he had been persuaded to commit these memories of his childhood and young adulthood in Waterford in the 1920s to the 1940s.

The books are now out of print, but I know he would love to know that his stories are still being enjoyed, and so I am repeating the original series of his books that I posted in 2017. I hope those who have already read will enjoy again and that new readers will discover the wonderful colour of life in Ireland nearly 100 years ago.

The Financier and The Farmer’s Wife 1936

Smullian was a Jew who lived in Parnell Street when I was a boy. His wife was by way of being a very good singer and featured in the Wallace Grand Opera Society which had been thriving there in my father’s time.

Smullian had a brass plate on the outside of his front door which glittered and said “J. SMULLIAN. FINANCIER”. In fact, he had a money lending business and he also bought and sold “job” lots of groceries and salvage from marine claims which arose in the port from time to time – there was a considerable cargo trade in and out of Waterford Port in those years.

The money-borrowing clients, mostly poor people, would not necessarily be in the market to buy salvage goods from Smullian, but he was well known among the farming people of the outlying areas who came to town once a week to sell their butter and eggs and were always on the lookout for a bargain of any kind.

Cute farmers, and the equally cute wives of these cute farmers, were known to have dealings with Mr. Smullian from time to time, and it was generally agreed that “he’d have the odd bargain, alright”.

One such lady from the agricultural community dropped in to Smullian’s office about mid-day on a Saturday, after selling her butter in High Street Market. It was a casual visit to see if he had anything interesting to sell, or rather to see if he had anything at all useful at an interesting price.

Smullian treated his client with the utmost deference, he informed her that he had a consignment of Dutch matches, which he fully recommended and she could have a packet of twelve boxes for ninepence, saving a massive 33⅓ percent on shop prices. She looked at the open sample box carefully. She knew, of course, that anything coming from a foreign place could be suspect, but they had good strong stems and fat round heads and she plunged.

“Ninepence it is” she said counting out three coppers and a sixpenny bit and she put the packet in her basket, covering it carefully with newspaper so that “nobody would know her business”.

Now, threepence may not sound much of a saving to you, my dear reader, but you should know that at that time, potatoes sold for sixpence a stone (14 pounds), a seat in the cinema was fourpence, and you could buy five Woodbine cigarettes for two pence, or four apples for a penny. So, a woman who saved threepence on one transaction, could well feel pleased with herself.

This particular lady was well pleased as she drove home to her little farmhouse with her husband in their pony and trap. She had already decided to buy another dozen boxes of these matches next Saturday, and that would see her through the winter months. She had also decided to say nothing to her neighbour ’till the week after, when maybe they’d be all gone.

Eight o’clock mass that Sunday morning was in a cold church, two and a half miles drive from the farm, and it was near ten o’clock by the time they got home, and she knelt at the hearth to light the fire and put on the kettle for the tea. “Himself” was coming in after unyoking the pony when he heard his wife fervently cursing on her knees by the hearth.

“The divil blast that bloody Jewman for a swindlin’ bastard” she ranted.

“Hauld on there girl” said himself, “what’s wrong at all?”

“These God cursed Dutch matches won’t light,” she said, tears of rage and shame rolling down her face, for she had boasted of her bargain to her husband on the way home.

He picked up the box and tried to strike one. No good – another, the head crumpled – one more, not a spark. He put down the box, smiled indulgently at her, and said “you were codded girl” and handed her his own box of “decent” matches.

She lit the fire, got the breakfast, and life proceeded in the house. After the breakfast, she took the dozen packets of Dutch matches and placed them carefully on the chimney-breast, beside the picture of the Sacred Heart, and thought about next Saturday and her anger simmered.

When next Saturday came, she went to town as usual and on arrival she marched with resolute step to the door with the brass place which said J. Smullian, Financier. She went in and rapped on the little office counter.

As Smullian appeared, greeting her graciously, she slammed down the matches, which incidentally had dried off to perfection after spending the week on the chimney piece.

“Them matches are useless,” she snapped. “They won’t light and I wants me ninepence back, and I may say you have a neck to be coddin’ decent people out of their hard earned money.”

“Just a minute Ma’am” he said, totally ignoring the insult. “Let me see.” He took up the nearest box and opened it taking out a match. He looked at it carefully, and then, lifting up his knee in front of him, he reached behind and swished the match swiftly along the underside of his buttock, the friction causing the match to light perfectly. He blew it out and took out another, and repeated the process, and again it lit. As he extinguished the third match, he closed the packet and moved it towards her with a smile.

“There’s nothing whatever wrong with these matches, dear lady,” he said “They light perfectly.”

She reddened with anger and replied “It’s all very well for you to say that Mr. Smullian, but where the hell do ye think I’m going to find a Jewman’s arse at seven o’clock in the morning when I want to light a fire?”

I leave it to you to guess whether or not she recovered her ninepence!

***

Mikey was a very short man who rode a very old, very high bike. He was described by one of his colleagues as being –
“Like a cat up on a pair of scissors.”

©Geoff Cronin 2005

About Geoff Cronin

I was born at tea time at number 12 John Street, Waterford on September 23rd 1923. My father was Richard Cronin and my mother was Claire Spencer of John Street Waterford. They were married in St John’s Church in 1919.

Things are moving so fast in this day and age – and people are so absorbed, and necessarily so, with here and now – that things of the past tend to get buried deeper and deeper. Also, people’s memories seem to be shorter now and they cannot remember the little things – day to day pictures which make up the larger canvas of life.

It seems to me that soon there may be little or no detailed knowledge of what life was really like in the 1930s in a town – sorry, I should have said City, in accordance with its ancient charter – like Waterford. So I shall attempt to provide some of these little cameos as much for the fun of telling as for the benefit of posterity.

Thank you for visiting today and I hope you have enjoyed this glimpse of Waterford in the 1930s courtesy of Geoff Cronin. As always your feedback is very welcome. thanks Sally.