Jerome's Journey

Two of my sisters along with Jerome and our cousin Margaret (the Cross) were to go to the USA.  About a month before their departure, my sister Phil had to have her appendix removed so she had to postpone her trip.  The other three did all the necessary preparation and were all set to go.

Sheila and Margaret went to Castletownbere the night before so as to get Mrs Donoghue’s bus in the morning.  Jerome opted to wait until the morning; after all it was the month of June.  Big mistake!

When morning came there was a northwest gale blowing.  John Coughlan came to pick us up and we headed west to Jim Maheesh.  Jim was our ‘go to guy’ in those days if we needed to get to across to the mainland.  We got Jim out of bed, but we knew that Jim’s little boat would never make it.  I went and rousted John McGrath and then we went to Frank Harrington who had a big four-oar boat and we started out.  Frank, John McGrath and John Coughlan had an oar each; Jerome and I were on the other one.  I truly believe we pulled for about five minutes to gain one foot.  We knew we didn’t have a prayer of getting to Castletownbere so we headed towards the hospital pier.  We arrived there with minutes to spare and with aching arms.  The remainder of Jerome’s journey was going to be a piece of cake after a harrowing morning.  Our return trip to the island was also a piece of cake with the wind behind us.

The crew of that boat are all long gone but I will never forget them.  Go dtabharaidh Dia suamhnas siorrai d’a Anamnacha Dhilis

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