" In a week and a half I shall be holidaying in County Kerry, Ireland with my wife Sheila and my daughter Rebecca. During my break there I shall make sure that I have a day travelling back to the village of my birth in Portlaw, County Waterford where I intend to meet up with friends old and new. Being one of the few authors to have come out of Portlaw, I am always welcomed home graciously by the folk there and made a fuss of. While there, I also intend to look up a new face book contact, Margaret Archer.
Facebook has the capacity to widen one's range of contacts in a way that ten years ago I would never have thought possible. It has made the entire world accessible for all of us who use this social media. Margaret Archer, who lives in County Waterford, Ireland messaged me the other week and the upshot was that her mother's best friend (Doonie Quinn) who has since sadly passed away, lived in the house next door to where I was born. The coincidence did not stop there, but during my teenage years when I often returned to holiday in Ireland at my grandparents' house in William Street, Doonie was a constant visitor. She used to come around on the pretence of cadging a cigarette from my uncle Willie, but I think it was to check me out. Indeed, my very first Irish girlfriend was Doonie Quinn. Doonie was older then me and much bolder, but she always made my holidays back home more memorable.
My memories of those holidays long ago will always remain with me and it was Doonie who first introduced me to skinny dipping in the river up Curraghmore one summer when I was aged seventeen. I suppose when I think about it, I could say that she was the one who taught me how to jump in puddles in my birthday suit for the sheer hell of it. God bless you Doonie. Please note that as a 'fatty' these days, I shall not be going skinny dipping again with any Irish colleen." William Forde: June 25th, 2015.