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Tales from Portlaw
- No Need to Look for Love
- 'The Love Quartet' >
The Priest's Calling Card
- 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 >
Sean and Sarah
- 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 >
The Life of Liam Lafferty
- 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
The life and times of Joe Walsh
- 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'
The Woman Who Hated Christmas
- 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
- 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 >
‘The Postman Always Knocks Twice’
- Author's Foreword
- 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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- 'Mother /Child Bond'
- Childhood Pain
- The Death of Lady
- 'Soldiering On'
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- 'On the roof'
- Always wear clean shoes
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Thought for today:
"I was watching a film on the television the other day and towards the end, I found myself crying. I have always been a crier, particularly when I see a child on the screen face hardship or death from some incurable illness. I have never been ashamed of crying because I know the process to be a safety valve.
There is a sacredness in tears that only the heart can touch; there is a saddness in loss that only the soul can feel. Stay constant to all source of goodness and close to your God and you shall endure the worst of days and experience the best of times.
Tears are often the morning's dew of sadness and carry more weight in their passage than speech ever could. Tears are conducted by the sadness of the soul and reflect the overflowing of a happy heart. They can contradict the mood of the moment, making one laugh over sad times past and cry over happier times experienced. They are most often seen at times of birth and death.
The tears I always found the hardest to bear were those shed by my mother, daughterand wife, Sheila.
I'll never forget the tears of my father (a man who genuinely thought it was unmanly to cry), when I first asked him to buy me a bycycle at the age of 6 years and financial circumstances wouldn't allow him to buy me a new bicycle. The one he did buy me from Cleckheaton Market Place was second hand and had no mudguards of brakes and cost him ten shillings; I loved it and I loved my dad a little bit more for his sacrifice.
As I lay dying in hospital at the age of 11 years after a horrific traffic accident and the doctor said, 'I'm afraid your son will be lucky to see the night through, Mrs Forde', I'll never lose that image of her crying bitterly at the end of my bed. I will never forget setting off to emmigrate to Canada at the age of 21 years in 1963. As the taxi pulled away, I looked around and literally saw my mother's tears fall onto the glass as she pressed her face up close to the frosted glass of the window pane as she wondered if she'd ever see me again. I cried when I frequently saw my mother spit up blood and I cried for a full week after her early death many years ago as I sorted through her personal belongings, as my father couldn't bear to.
I cried when I left my first love in Canada and flew back to England in 1965 knowing that we wouldn't see each other again. I cried after the birth of all my children and I cried for days when my wife told me unexpectedly that she didn't want to be married any longer and wanted a divorce. The longest period I cried was every night for two years before I went to sleep at a time when my ex and the mother to my first two children, in defiance of the Court Order to the contrary, wouldn't allow me any contact whatsoever with my children for two years. She wouldn't allow them to speak with me or I them. Eventually, the court lost its patience with her and threatened her with immediate imprisonment if she continued to obstruct the Order of Court.
I also cried at the death of our beautiful dog Lady in the October of 2016. She started to die when Shela was in Singapore and I asked her to hang on until the day after when Sheila returned home. Our very first act was to take Lady to the vet and have her put to sleep.
Tears I found unbearable were the ones from my daughter Becky after I told her I had a terminal illness. For weeks after, whenever she phoned me, I could her her stifled tears down the telephone line as they pierced my heart.
The time that also wounded me was to see the tears of my wife, Sheila, during moments of sadness she experienced. To see someone you love more than anyone else in the world cry uncontrollably, and to know that though your presence and support undoubtedly helps them, nothing you do can remove the hurt that they are then feeling, I find heartbreaking.
I have cried all the way through the writing of this morning's post as feelings for any big loss are never forgotten or ever die completely.
Never mistake tears as the mark of weakness; they are the true expression of love and concern and the main indicator that you 'feel'. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues and act more boldly than the bravest of hearts. Tears are messengers of the soul and are capable of conveying overwhelming grief, deep contrition, boundless love and all manner of human emotion that is better expressed in feeling than in the spoken word." William Forde: January 28th, 2018.
Thought for today:
"After five weeks of pneumonia, one hospital admission and three courses of antibiotics (none of which had any positive effect due to me having no effective immune system), during which my average daily temperature has been 38 degrees, I'm pleased to say that my temperature has now returned to normal and that after a check up with my doctor yesterday, I've seem to have shaken off pneumonia on this occasion. I am told that contracting pneumonia can be a regular feature and consequence of my terminal illness in the future and that it can also be fatal for me.
Today, however is a good day for me. We are due to have a brand new roof on the house next week which will take five weeks' work; then in mid April we are attending a wedding in Cumbria. It will also be nice to attend Mass on Easter Sunday. During early May, me, Sheila and two close friends will be going to see a good friend and one of my favourite singers perform. I have some complimentary tickets to see my friend, Chris De Burgh's concert up in Gateshead. My son William is visiting from Australia in mid May for a month and then in July, God willing, me, Sheila, son Adam and daughter Rebecca will rent a holiday cottage in the South of Ireland where I was born and spend a week there between my fortnightly blood transfusions.
After having been confined to the house for over five weeks without being able to have any visitors, next week the shackles are removed and I am free once more to roam until I catch my next infection. I don't know about you, but I can distinctly feel summer in the air and I'm in the mood for dancing! https://youtu.be/RK8ZZIJLKms " William Forde. March 28th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"There are some in life who have not yet found true love whilst there are others like myself, who managed to find true love a number of times. Imagine therefore the dilemma of finding two people at the same time; each of whom want to be your suitor and each you truly love.
Such decisions of the heart must be the hardest of all decisions one is ever asked to make and yet, if one is to be true to oneself, it would be wrong to marry either while still holding as much love for the other. Far better to lose both loves, retain one's memories and keep one's heart intact. Either that or marry one and maintain a life-long affair with the other. Dilemmas....dilemmas!" William Forde: March 27th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"The very best thing that children can grow up with and shouldn't be without is a book and a pet. It matters not the content of the verse so long as it be wholesome, and both dragon or dog will suffice as close companion, whether their existence be real or imaginary. Provide the opportunity of these two stimulants in constant supply and your child's imagination will always thrive.
And lest you adults think that there is no such thing as dragons, allow me to put you wise. There lives within the heart of every man, woman and child, two dragons. One is the 'Dragon of Hate' and the other is the 'Dragon of Love.'
Each of these two dragons have but one aim; to gain control over the mind, feelings and actions of the human body they inhabit so that the human behavior can be controlled in the direction they wish. However, both dragons, being opposing forces on the scale of 'good' and 'evil' cannot co-exist within the same human heart and only one of them will go on to conquer while the other is dispelled and banished.
So if you want the 'Dragon of Love' to influence your child's thoughts, feelings, actions and overall behaviour, then simply place love in their heart, in the certain knowledge that it will cast out any anger harboured there. If you want your child to grow up with a healthy imagination, always make the listening of stories and the reading of books available to them. If you want your child to live their life happily while knowing that death of loved ones is a part of life, allow them their own pet.
Of all the books I ever wrote for children which were most popular and established me as an author in 1990, were the stories of 'Douglas the Dragon' which can be purchased as an e-book in omnibus edition or in hard copy as an omnibus edition from www.amazon and www.lulu.com, with all profits going to charity. The books are suitable for the 7-11 year old reader and the late Princess Diana used to read them to her children, William and Harry when they were aged nine years and seven years respectively.
'The Douglas Dragon Stories' can be freely downloaded in audio form from my website by accessing http://www.fordefables.co.uk/douglas-the-dragon.htm
For both young and older readers there is also a 'Douglas the Dragon Musical Play' which the National Lottery paid me to write and produce and which can also be freely downloaded from my website. http://www.fordefables.co.uk/audio-stories.html " William Forde: March 26th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"Life is for living and not to be wasted. Cherish every moment that you can, for eternity is such a long time and a moment today does not even merit a speck of significance within the span of life eternal. Life is beautiful once you free yourself from the trappings of material want and harness yourself to appreciating the truth that all that endures cannot be purchased; except by the currency of true love, friendship and respect.
From all your treasures, your family is more important to you than you could ever imagine as a young person, and the older you get, the more importance they will play in your life and well being. Your friends shall sustain you much more than any doctors medicines or herbal potions ever can if you are thrown into depression, ill health or dispair. Even the observant neighbour who notices the undrawn curtains of an old person's house can prove a life saver within a caring community!
Keep your mind therefore from all needless and negative matters pertaining to others, as concentration on their faults and misdeeds cannot improve your own life one jot. Instead, focus on all that is good and wholesome in life and allow the full experience of every beautiful moment to enter your mind, body and soul and always dwell within." William Forde: March 25th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"While the voice of conscience is so delicate that it can be easily stifled, it is nevertheless impossible to mistake it. It is a peace above all earthly dignities morally measured and is never far away from the good cause. Should you ever engage in the bad cause, it will stir you and leave you forever unsettled; making inner peace once more only possible after you have righted the initial wrong. " William Forde: March 24th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"This thing called 'failure' comes not about from falling down, but is born in the staying down and refusing to get up and face life anew. Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. To live one's life is to become familiar with many mistakes and to make bedfellows of chance and opportunity.
Many a confident player of plain voice will sing out loud while others of greater timidity and uncertainty will spend their days in hiding among the long grass as they waste their time stringing and unstringing their instrument while the song they came to sing remains unsung and any audience they once hoped to entertain has long departed.
So be not afraid to fail, for in every failure can be found the seeds of success. Besides, all action implies some risk and without learning to engage in such risk from time to time, you'll simply get eaten up by the world around you." William Forde: March 23rd, 2015.
Thought for today:
"Today is the first day of spring. It would have been my dad's birthday. He was a relatively uneducated man who left school before he'd reached his teens in order to start work. For most of his childhood, he lived in abject poverty in County Kilkenny, but he still rose to play soccer for his county and then prgressed to the Irish National squad. When he came to England he set up house for his family and went down the pits to work. I recall him once putting the welfare of his family first and being the only man to cross the miner's picket line, and yet despite this, he stayed in the pits for another five years and became a well respected man who feared neither man nor boss.
I still recall those Sunday family outings that me and my two older sisters, Mary and Eileen enjoyed in our youth. Every Sunday morning we would walk one and a half miles from Windbank Estate down the New Road to Cleckheaton Church with dad. My mother would set off five minutes before the service and freewheel all the way down hill; usually arriving a few minutes late. After church, it would be my task to push the bicyle up hill all the way home.
When we got back from the church service, my mother would make up some sandwiches from whatever we had left in the pantry (no fridges in the common English household in those years of the 1950's). Then off we would go with each sibling holding onto the next one in line while my parents made sweet talk at the rear and no doubt thought about the next newcomer to our household. I was eventually to finish up the eldest of seven children.
After walking a nice three and a half miles across the fields to Brighouse Park, we would usually arrive too late to get a bandstand seat for the open-air brass-band concert that played there between 2.00pm and 4.00pm every Sunday.
It would be around 6.00pm when we arrived home, tired out from running around, playing on the swings and the ten-mile Sunday walking. After tea, it would be bath and early night, ready for school tomorrow. Dad, who was always up and out to work in the pit by 5.30am daily would also be in bed by 10.00pm while my mother would get all the school clothes and packed lunches ready for her husband and the children's next day, put out their clothes, iron a few shirts and even darn any socks that required repair. I recall that bread and jam was the usual snack that most miners found in their snap boxes for their mid-day meal.
My dad once told me that one of his comrades whose wife they thought made him up bread and jam sandwiches every day of the year would eat them in secret and pretend to relish them. His comrades suspected what was between his slices of bread apart from what he told them, but despite him deceiving them day in and day out, none could know for sure. One day he'd open his box and say loudly 'Smashing! My lass has given me a lovely bit of cheese and ham today. God only knows where she got that ham on ration.' Another day it might be corn beef and Branson Pickle. One day this particular romancer had a serious accident at work and when he was in the ambulance all he could say was, 'Get my snap box! Get my snap box!' His comrade complied with his wishes, retrieved his snap box and looked inside before he handed it back to the injured owner. Between the slices of bread wasn't butter and jam, but the more common fare of bread and dripping. They never let on they knew what he was daily eating and he simply carried on romancing the stone whilever he remained a miner.
When I consider how hard a life my parents had in relation to the lives we live today, I'm not amazed that so many parents of their time died so early on in their lives. Often when I hear someone talk about their hardships today, I simply think, 'You don't know you're born mate! You don't understand the true meaning of hardship! My mum and dad could have told you about real hardship, as could any parent who learned to live and make do during the 1940s and 50s!'
From all the books I've ever written, the one I enjoyed writing the most was 'Tales from the Allotment'. The story tells of the closure of the town pit and the worker's enforced redundancy. When they can no longer stand their daily idleness, the ex-miners start putting their efforts and miner's ways into the allotments. When this book was first produced, it was read by the tv presenter Michael Parkinson in a Barnsley school. It is avilable in e-book format from www.smashwords.com or in hard copy from www.amazon and www.lulu.com. As with the sales of all my books, all profit goes to charity to join the two hundred thousand pounds (£2,00,0000) my books have already made for charity. Enjoy. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/387105
I love you dad xxx" William Forde: March 21st, 2015.
Thought for today:
"In the world of the modern-day family where each new technological gadget is instantly demanded by the youngsters of the household as soon as it hits the high street, there is always one loser; poor, old dad! Fortunately for me, apart from computer games, the children had grown up before every child had the latest telephone/computer gadget.
I came to the world of technology late in life and to tell the truth, I needed to be dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century by my children's and employer's attempts for me to embrace it.
I retired at the age of fifty two on the grounds of ill health, and got out of the Probation Service just at the time when records and documents had to be typed into a word processor instead of being dictated to a personal secretary like I'd done for the previous twenty five years. Even when I started writing books, the first fifty books I got published had been written in longhand by me before they went to the printers for typing and producing. It has only been since I met Sheila five years ago that I now write my stories on computer.
I recall each time I have changed my mobile phone since the new models could do new things each time one upgraded and the stand up arguments I have had with the salesmen who have insisted,'But this model has this and that and the latest....bla bla blar.' On each occasion I have replied,' I just want a mobile that phones out and receives calls in. I'm not bothered about anyone on the planet being able to precisely pin point my whereabouts each time I move. In fact, I'd really prefer folks not to know where I am or what I'm eating and who with. No.... I'm not too bothered about sat nav either or top-of-the-range photography and internet access."
My mobile contract runs out this month and once again I face the dreaded experience of getting used to some other smart gadget. I swear that it's taken me the best part of the past two years to get used to the phone I presently have. I am quite proud of myself being able to at last use skype over the past year, particularly being able to see my son Will in Australia and my daughter Becky down South.
My ideal preference would be to not use phones again and to get Sheila to vet all my calls as my personal secretary, which she is effectively anyway." William Forde: March 20th, 2015.