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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
Thoughts and Musings
- Bereavement >
- Nature >
Bill's Personal Development
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- 'Early life at my Grandparents'
- Family Holidays
- 'Mother /Child Bond'
- Childhood Pain
- The Death of Lady
- 'Soldiering On'
- 'Romantic Holidays'
- 'On the roof'
- Always wear clean shoes
- 'Family Tree'
- The importance of poise
- 'Growing up with grandparents'
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Thought for today:
"Whom among us can ever forget that very first time we saw the seaside as a child and looked out in wonder across the vast horizon? Isn't it simply marvellous how a child not yet attending school, possesses the imagination to project their thoughts into the future in the most positive of ways, thinking about the things they may one day do and the places they hope to see, when we clever adults who think we know so much about the world cannot see beyond our nose ends nor dream beyond our everyday experiences. We are unfortunately educated beyond our understanding and generally become adults who know so little about so much.
There is so much we can learn from our young. We can learn about the value of having a close friend to whom we can talk to whenever worried.We can learn from their innate instinct to trust the people they love, their innocence of truth, their refusal to distinguish the worth of one person to that of another based on differences between the two and their instinctive gut reaction between what is just and unjust. We would do well to observe their imagination of all things being possible and most important of all, marvel at their ability to jump in puddles for no other reason that there is a puddle in front of them waiting to be jumped in! Children wait not for life's events to come along and take them down this road or that; they chose the path their heart dictates and more often than not they find pleasure and contentment along the way.
It behoves all adults therefore to preserve the purity of the child if we are to remain close to all that is good and wholesome. The ultimate measure of any worthwhile society is how it treats, respects and protects both its young and its old!" William Forde: October 30th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"What a wonderful day to meet the most beautiful person in the world; yourself! True happiness arises in the first instance from the enjoyment and respect of oneself. When we love self, everything else falls into line and our heart remains open to others. When we are at home with ourselves, there is nobody we are more suited to step out into the world with. When we are happy with what we have and are excited about what we want, we forget the chains of character we willingly wear throughout life. We learn that while forgiveness doesn't necessarily change the past, it does most definitely enlarge the future. Our home life, social life; even our work becomes a place we enjoy to be.
I recall as a young Probation Officer realising that while I was happy with myself, I would always remain happy within myself, my home and my work. Despite the sometimes heartbreak of my job, I quickly grew to love my daily work and would have done it for no wages had someone fed and housed me and my family. I discovered that once you do something you love, you never have to work again. Contentment follows when you gradually realise that you already have that which you seek." William Forde : October 29th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"It was Plato who said that, 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.' I must admit that throughout my life I have always been the fondest admirer of intelligence whenever looking for a mate. To me a perfectly framed thought or spoken word has always seemed more attractively fetching than the perfectly formed body; though to witness the combination can be a lethal barometer of temptation to one's sensibilities. You can keep your Barbie Dolls and Baywatch Babes and give me a lady who can think for herself and needs no man to define her in her womanhood or sense of worth.
The beauty of a woman lies not in her facial mode but is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives and the passion that she shows which attracts her to the discerning. She knows that the true value of a genuine smile possesses the power to disarm and is the most inexpensive way to improve one's looks. She can sense her beauty steal inwards as she ages gracefully, knowing that her true beauty grows, not fades with the passing of the years. Whereas wounded women travel the world armed with the cosmetic contents of their vanity case, the intelligent woman carries her beauty within the substance of her inner self.
To know the mind of a beautiful woman is to appreciate her body like no other can. It is to understand both the simplicity and sophistication of her adult thoughts whenever disguised in childlike ways of cruel innocence and harmless mischief.
The most foolish of men will allow beauty of face to attract their attention when seeking a lifelong mate, while the wisest will let her personality and character capture their heart. Women of substance have long known that beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes right down to the bone.
There can never be a sight more gladdening than to see truth, honesty, compassion and fun writ large across the face of the woman you love.You look and know that her beauty will always remain a joy to behold. What has taken me a lifetime to learn, my dear mother summed up in a few choice words before I'd reached the age of 8 years when she said, 'Billy, all people are beautiful in their own way.' Think of the ways that you are beautiful, express yourself sincerely and lovingly and know that ugliness will never touch your bone of contention
I had been due to go into hospital today for a blood transfusion to perk up my pretty features of face, but received a phone call last night saying that my blood count had improved enough to leave me another two weeks. I guess they thought I was pretty enough for my years!" William Forde: October 28th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"My dear late mother spent many of her childhood years in the town of Clonmel, which is the largest town in the county of Tipperary. She told me many tales of her childhood. There was the daily six mile return walk to fetch the milk before going to school as she was the eldest of seven children. If she was late back home, her mother would hit her with a brush. Then if she arrived at school later than roll call, the strict nuns would cane her with a partly curved twig that made a swishing sound as it cut into the palm of her hand. It used to be said by the other pupils that the canes which the nuns used were only considered to be broken in after they had broken the spirits of at least six pupils!
Being the eldest in our family of seven children, I was always best placed in the family hierarchy to hear mum's tales, which I would then retell to my sister Mary, the second eldest. It was her responsibility to pass it down the line and so forth, so if any sibling never heard any of mum's stories, someone obviously broke the chain of family communication and it is they who remain subject to blame!
From all the tales my mother used to tell me, not all were about hard times. I remember the one about the priest's walking stick which would be left outside a parishioner's house whenever the parish priest visited their home. The waking stick was seemingly a signal for anyone else in the village not to disturb the priest in his churchly duties by visiting their neighbour if they saw his walking stick propped up by the wall outside the front door! My mother also told me that there was one particular priest who should never have joined the priesthood as chastity was never a virtue with him. He was said only to visit widows and good looking female parishioners during early afternoon hours when the man of the house would be at his work and he never called on ugly ones!
Her sweetest tales however, was obviously her unvarnished ones. She told me that Clonmel derives from the Irish Cluain Meala which means 'Honey Vale' and if anyone should ever doubt that, all they need do was to look at the season of Autumn in Clonmel which endorsed its Irish name.
For anyone who is interested in Irish folklore, the section on my website entitled, 'Tales from Portlaw' include the germ of some of my mother's stories about her homeland (freely accessably), which I have used my writing skills and imagination to elaborate. The stories can also be bought in e-book format from www.smashwords.com or in hard copy from amazon and www.lulu.com with all profit going to charity." William Forde: October 27th, 2015.
Thought for today:
'If only one wish' by William Forde:
"If only one wish was granted to me,
to save spring meadows for all to see
would be my wish, my heart's desire
to see spectacular poppy fields fire
icy hearts, stagnant thoughts and sorry souls
back into life where only Nature holds
within its ground, eternity.'
Copyright William Forde: October 26th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"When I first took up post as a new Probation Officer in Huddersfield in 1971, the world was a much different place than it is today. Within a few years in the job, I started to specialise in working with aggressive and sexually deviant behaviour, as these type of offences were largely involuntary at the point of commission and were usually committed on impulse. As a Behaviourist, I had become very interested in all manner of impulsive behaviour which led to offending as it represented a form of action that was beyond the control of the individual at the precise point of commission.
Between 1970 and 1975, the overwhelming majority of sexual offences committed were ones of indecent exposure by dirty old men on buses and those of stealing knickers off a washing line and peeping toms. Indecent assaults were less frequent than they are today and the offence of rape was rare to encounter and made national front page news whenever it happened.
By the 1990s, it seemed that society had gone mad in the type of offences one person was prepared to commit against another, along with their changing pattern, extent and frequency. Society became more aggressive as a whole and offenders became more depraved and sexually exploitative in their offending pattern of behaviour. There was a rapid increase in offences of rape and violence, and for the first time in my working experience, the age range of both victim and offender was becoming simultaneously younger and older. There were more younger offenders who were prepared to commit sexual and aggressive offences against older victims and more older offenders committing sexual offences against young children. Many of the offences could only be described as being abominable acts of depravity; some involving mere infants and children aged 3 years and 4 years old.
Offending patterns were invariably worsened by an increase in alcohol and drug addiction, but it had been a gradual desensitisation in society and an overall loosening of moral constraint which had proved equally responsible for the sexual landslide into the tacit acceptance of lifestyles and behaviour which in 1971 and before, would never have been tolerated.
By my retirement from the Probation Service in 1995, I would have willingly welcomed the return of the dirty old man in a mackintosh who exposed himself in public on the Holmfirth bus out of Huddersfield or from behind the bushes of Greenhead Park, along with the occasional washing-line knicker nicker and the Peeping Tom, if it meant that the clock could be put back to 1971.
So often I hear the term 'It's progress' being used as an explanation for change as opposed to an excuse for regression. Based upon my twenty five years experience as a former Probation Officer, and believing that the world was a better place to live in before 1971 than after 1971, I would have to conclude that, in the area of sexual offences, 'Progress' is a false assumption, promoted largely by that great heresy of degenerates!" William Forde: October 25th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"Chill out man and relax. There's no point getting your knickers in a twist. All that'll do is make you walk funny and some might think you're funny enough without adding to nature. Just lie back and think of................ well think of whatever floats your boat. It works for me. Get that tea on Sheila, I'm starving and I can hear my tummy rumbling!" William Forde: October 24th, 2015.
Thought for today:
"'Me? Are you sure it's me you're wanting to play out with? I'm only seven years old!'
Putting lipstick on your child's face and making her look an adult before she has had the chance of living a proper childhood is the ultimate crushing of innocence and the biggest illustration of parental neglect. No need to tell her not to talk to strange men, as they'll be sure to talk to her." William Forde:October 23rd, 2015.
Thought for today:
"I must admit to liking things of antiquity in my house, but even precious artefacts can never bring as much pleasure to one's eyes as the smile of a happy and healthy child. So as far as the things I own go, if it pains too much to experience them broken in an accident, then better they not be part of my possessions at all has been my motto for many years.
Consider: you are visited by your neighbour and her child. During the visit, the child accidentally knocks over and breaks a much-treasured item on a table. The apologies of the child's mother is profuse as the shocked child begins to appreciate the enormity of their boisterous behaviour. At his precise moment, it is far better for the owner of the broken item to remember that however precious in sentimental value the artifact was, the objects of the accidental collision was an ornament on one side and a child on the other.
The host should realise that in the grand scale of things, the feelings of the small child matters far more and is of much greater importance than the beautiful broken ornament. No price can ever be placed upon the hurt feeling of an individual nor any amount of wealth purchase the comfort of a friendly visitor to your home. I would sooner break a Ming vase or some other valuable artefact than break the wings of a butterfly or stir hurt and guilt in an innocent child." William Forde: October 22nd, 2015.