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Tales from Portlaw
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- No Need to Look for Love
- 'The Love Quartet' >
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The Priest's Calling Card
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- Chapter One - The Irish Custom
- Chapter Two - Patrick Duffy's Family Background
- Chapter Three - Patrick Duffy Junior's Vocation to Priesthood
- Chapter Four - The first years of the priesthood
- Chapter Five - Father Patrick Duffy in Seattle
- Chapter Six - Father Patrick Duffy, Portlaw Priest
- Chapter Seven - Patrick Duffy Priest Power
- Chapter Eight - Patrick Duffy Groundless Gossip
- Chapter Nine - Monsignor Duffy of Portlaw
- Chapter Ten - The Portlaw Inheritance of Patrick Duffy
- Bigger and Better >
- The Oldest Woman in the World >
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Sean and Sarah
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- Chapter 1 - 'Return of the Prodigal Son'
- Chapter 2 - 'The early years of sweet innocence in Portlaw'
- Chapter 3 - 'The Separation'
- Chapter 4 - 'Separation and Betrayal'
- Chapter 5 - 'Portlaw to Manchester'
- Chapter 6 - 'Salford Choices'
- Chapter 7 - 'Life inside Prison'
- Chapter 8 - 'The Aylesbury Pilgrimage'
- Chapter 9 - Sean's interest in stone masonary'
- Chapter 10 - 'Sean's and Tony's Partnership'
- Chapter 11 - 'Return of the Prodigal Son'
- The Alternative Christmas Party >
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The Life of Liam Lafferty
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- Chapter One: ' Liam Lafferty is born'
- Chapter Two : 'The Baptism of Liam Lafferty'
- Chapter Three: 'The early years of Liam Lafferty'
- Chapter Four : Early Manhood
- Chapter Five : Ned's Secret Past
- Chapter Six : Courtship and Marriage
- Chapter Seven : Liam and Trish marry
- Chapter Eight : Farley meets Ned
- Chapter Nine : 'Ned comes clean to Farley'
- Chapter Ten : Tragedy hits the family
- Chapter Eleven : The future is brighter
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The life and times of Joe Walsh
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- Chapter One : 'The marriage of Margaret Mawd and Thomas Walsh’
- Chapter Two 'The birth of Joe Walsh'
- Chapter Three 'Marriage breakup and betrayal'
- Chapter Four: ' The Walsh family breakup'
- Chapter Five : ' Liverpool Lodgings'
- Chapter Six: ' Settled times are established and tested'
- Chapter Seven : 'Haworth is heaven is a place on earth'
- Chapter Eight: 'Coming out'
- Chapter Nine: Portlaw revenge
- Chapter Ten: ' The murder trial of Paddy Groggy'
- Chapter Eleven: 'New beginnings'
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The Woman Who Hated Christmas
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- Chapter One: 'The Christmas Enigma'
- Chapter Two: ' The Breakup of Beth's Family''
- Chapter Three: From Teenager to Adulthood.'
- Chapter Four: 'The Mills of West Yorkshire.'
- Chapter Five: 'Harrison Garner Showdown.'
- Chapter Six : 'The Christmas Dance'
- Chapter Seven : 'The ballot for Shop Steward.'
- Chapter Eight: ' Leaving the Mill'
- Chapter Ten: ' Beth buries her Ghosts'
- Chapter Eleven: Beth and Dermot start off married life in Galway.
- Chapter Twelve: The Twin Tragedy of Christmas, 1992.'
- Chapter Thirteen: 'The Christmas star returns'
- Chapter Fourteen: ' Beth's future in Portlaw'
-
The Last Dance
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- Chapter One - ‘Nancy Swales becomes the Widow Swales’
- Chapter Two ‘The secret night life of Widow Swales’
- Chapter Three ‘Meeting Richard again’
- Chapter Four ‘Clancy’s Ballroom: March 1961’
- Chapter Five ‘The All Ireland Dancing Rounds’
- Chapter Six ‘James Mountford’
- Chapter Seven ‘The All Ireland Ballroom Latin American Dance Final.’
- Chapter Eight ‘The Final Arrives’
- Chapter Nine: 'Beth in Manchester.'
- 'Two Sisters' >
- Fourteen Days >
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‘The Postman Always Knocks Twice’
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- Author's Foreword
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
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Bill's Personal Development
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- Childhood Pain
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- 'Soldiering On'
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- Always wear clean shoes
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- 'Growing up with grandparents'
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'I Am Until I Am No More'
In the following scribbling may be found the ramblings and quiet reflections of a man in his late sixties who has seen much, travelled far and experienced the full range of unbridled emotions which many dream of and yet few ever truly understand. I am if nothing, one of life's hopeless 'romantics', who always wears his heart on his sleeve and seems to display the disposition of always selecting the softer centre variety in the 'pick and mix', as opposed to the one that sucks the sweetest, lasts the longest and is the 'mostest'.
I must confess to having an eye for a beautiful place, a beautiful woman and a beautiful gesture, such as bringing an umbrella to protect your woman from the splashes of the waterfall.
I must confess to having an eye for a beautiful place, a beautiful woman and a beautiful gesture, such as bringing an umbrella to protect your woman from the splashes of the waterfall.
I have cast my eyes far and wide, only to have allowed the world to run past me beneath my nose. I have travelled to strange lands and yet my own country continues to remain a mystery of foot. I have seen, touched, smelled, heard and spoken to all and sundry, yet the totality of what is capable of moving me to compassion is in my soul, not my senses. I am still able to be trapped by the haunting and unspoken image of the face of a lost child as much as the obvious distaste of having seen the corpse of a man who has been stoned to death. One can no longer be helped; the other cries out for immediate assistance and understanding.
I am what I am, yet what I am is no more than a speck amongst the shifting sands of the universe; no more than the electrical/chemical composition of mere muscle, skin and bone, assembled together to do the will of God himself. And though I be the smallest speck of light in the heavens above and but one grain of sand in a vast desert of mankind, or a single splash of water from the stormy sea, I shine for my Maker wherever I can.
And yet, though I be as nothing, I am everything and all that is sacred in God’s eyes. It is He who truly understands me at both my best and my worse. It is He who has the greatest cause of disappointment in me, and yet is the most forgiving. He is the one who guides me through my darkest hour and lights up my world of darkness, allowing my eyes to see the truth of what it is they gaze at. And when my senses hardens my heart to world want and my eyes no longer focus upon the starving children of the world, I know that it will be God who moors me tight once again to his cross of conviction.
God is and forever will be. I am until I am no more!
Copyright William Forde April, 2012