The Blight and the Blarney: Part 1 - The Story

By Rosemary J. Kind

Ireland has suffered from potato blight since 1845. Friends and neighbours have died, been evicted or given up what little land they have in search of alms. Michael Flynn is one of the lucky ones. His landlord has offered support.
Michael and his family have done all they can to help their immediate household, but as the famine and its aftermath continue, have their efforts been enough?
With the weakening brought about by hunger, there are some things he is powerless to protect his family from. Is it time for the great Michael Flynn to take his family in search of a better life?
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfie Dog Limited
• Release date: Jan 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463539552

Rosemary J. Kind

Rosemary J Kind writes because she has to. You could take almost anything away from her except her pen and paper. Failing to stop after the book that everyone has in them, she has gone on to publish books in both non-fiction and fiction, the latter including novels, humour, short stories and poetry. She also regularly produces magazine articles in a number of areas and writes regularly for the dog press.As a child she was desolate when at the age of 10 her then teacher would not believe that her poem based on ‘Stig in the Dump’ was her own work and she stopped writing poetry for several years as a result. She was persuaded to continue by the invitation to earn a little extra pocket money by ‘assisting’ others to produce the required poems for English homework!Always one to spot an opportunity, she started school newspapers and went on to begin providing paid copy to her local newspaper at the age of 16.For twenty years she followed a traditional business career, before seeing the error of her ways and leaving it all behind to pursue her writing full-time.She spends her life discussing her plots with the characters in her head and her faithful dogs, who always put the opposing arguments when there are choices to be made.Always willing to take on challenges that sensible people regard as impossible, she set up the short story download site Alfie Dog Fiction in 2012 and has built it to being one of the largest in the world, representing over 400 authors and carrying over 1700 short stories. Her hobby is developing the Entlebucher Mountain Dog in the UK and when she brought her beloved Alfie back from Belgium he was only the tenth in the country.She started writing Alfie’s Diary as an internet blog the day Alfie arrived to live with her, intending to continue for a year or two. Nine years later it goes from strength to strength and was named as one of the top ten dog blogs in the UK in 2015.She is currently working on a novel which is a departure from her work to date, being set both a hundred and fifty years ago and in a foreign country. It is involving a huge amount of research, which she is enjoying almost as much as the writing. If she can tear herself away from the research, she hopes to complete it early in 2016.For more details about the author please visit her website at www.rjkind.co.uk For more details about her dog then you’re better visiting www.alfiedog.me.uk

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The Blight and the Blarney

a

novella

by

Rosemary J. Kind

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

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Dedication

About the Author

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Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

1852 - Killarney, Eire

But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over

And neither have I the wings to fly

I wish I could meet a handsome boatsman

To ferry me over, to my love and die.

Carrickfergus – Traditional

Michael Flynn leaned against the twisted wooden frame of the low doorway. The thatch hanging only just above his head shielded him from the strong January breeze as he sang. Unlike the words of his song, he could hear his own sweet love moving about inside the cottage, and he was thankful that it was so.

For all that, he couldn’t get the offer of passage to a new life across the ocean out of his mind. It was a land of opportunity; he’d heard it said often enough. Sure, there would be a sea-crossing to contend with, but they were buffeted enough by the wind at the best of times. He was certain they could deal with that. Their landlord had offered to pay for them all, but with the blight all but behind them, Michael wondered if there was still any need to leave their homeland and their extended family. He’d turned the offer down and that was all there was to it. He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts and went back to singing.

Da…

He watched Daniel stumble as he ran toward him.

Da.

His son let out several heaving breaths between his shouts. Michael put his hands out to stop the boy, as he almost ran straight into his father in his blind haste to enter the cottage.

Michael rested his hands on the young boy’s arms. Days were, he’d have swung Daniel straight up onto his shoulders. He preferred to think the boy had grown, rather than that six years of hunger had left his own self weakened far beyond his age. Indeed, Daniel was born early in the Great Hunger, so of course he had grown, despite Michael having to forage for whatever scraps the hedgerows could still yield to feed them. Being born that first year of blight, it was a miracle Daniel had survived. Many around them hadn’t been so lucky. As Daniel caught his breath, Michael thought that once again, it was Mr O’Connor, their landlord, he was grateful to. Mr O’Connor was a good Catholic man and, as landlords went, that made him unusual around Killarney.

Da! Daniel pointed back along the lane the way he’d come. Uncle Seamus… was all the boy could say between ragged breaths.

Without need for more words, Michael could see there was trouble, by the look on his son’s face. As Daniel recovered his speech, Michael took his hat from its peg behind the door.

Eventually Daniel continued. There’s lots of bad men, so there are. They’re knocking the house down.

Michael Flynn’s face clouded and he took Daniel’s hand. Despite his own anxiety, Michael’s voice was gentle but urgent. Show me. Then, running into the wind, he followed the boy along the lane toward the small parcel of land which was farmed by his wife’s brother.

The sound greeted him long before the sight. The keening of the women carried eastward on the wind. Men were shouting. By the nature of the din, Michael knew the worst was happening.

You be fetching your ma there, Daniel. I’ll go on to them.

Daniel nodded and turned back the way they’d come. Michael watched him go, pausing to catch his breath again before continuing down the lane.

Michael knew what Eliza would want to do, but he also knew Seamus would take the offer of shelter from her and not from him. Seamus was a proud man and any charity, even from family, was hard to take. Michael continued until the turn in the lane, where he saw the battering ram already set up on its cradle and the bailiffs ready to act on the instructions they’d been given.

As he looked on, Michael realised the first strike had already occurred. Peat smoke still curled skyward through the chimney, but part of the wall of the cottage was missing. The table and chairs, the family’s only belongings, sat forlorn on the mossy ground to the side of the house.

Michael’s own brother, Patrick, was already standing on the opposite verge of the lane, with his hat in his hands as though he were watching a funeral procession.

It’s a fine day when a man’s thrown off the land that’s served him as badly as this has. Patrick kicked a clod of soil.

Patrick would know well enough how bad this soil was. His own land bordered Seamus’s, though, thank God, it was owned by another landlord. Michael nodded. Words were useless to stem the tide of injustice which had beset his people these last six years, and the centuries before that.

Jane? Michael asked.

Patrick nodded to a group of women comforting one of their own. Jane sat clutching a baby to her breast as she wept.

Even above the din, Seamus’s voice carried on the wind. "How can I feed me family when you drives us off