Turas Siar 395 - Micí Joe Ó Conghóile as Ros Dumhach/Ceathrú na gCloch, suaimhneas Dé dá anam, ag caint le Máirtín Mac Donnchadha, RnaG: ag cur síos ar a shaol pósta.

Thug mé cuairt ar Ros Dumhach aréir le súil labhairt le Micí Joe Ó Conghaile agus lena bhean aoibhe atá leathchéad bliain pósta le seachtain anois chuaigh muid bog agus crua ar íomhá le go labhródh sí linn ar an téip agus cé gur cainteoir breá í a bhfuil neart le rá aici go deimhin deireann sí nach dtaitníonn a glór féin léi agus ní dhearna muid aon mhaith ach lena cheart a thabhairt dó ní raibh aon leisce ar Mhicí Joe cuntas a thabhairt ar gach ar tharla thosaigh sé leis an dáta ar phós siad.

I visited Ros Dumhach last night hoping to speak with Micí Joe Ó Conghaile and his cheerful wife who have been married for fifty years as of last week. We went gently and firmly about getting her to speak to us on tape, and although she is a fine speaker with plenty to say, indeed, she says she does not like her own voice, and we did no good except to give her her due. Micí Joe, for his part, had no hesitation in giving an account of everything that happened; he started with the date they got married.

An séú lá déag go Aibreán.

The sixteenth day of April.

Agus cén sórt lá a bhí ann, an cuimhneach leat?

And what sort of day was it, do you remember?

Níl 'fhios a'm i gceart cén sórt lá a bhí dheireanach ach

I don't really know what kind of day it was last, though.

Níl Annie anseo thall a' pósadh muid.

Annie isn't over here marrying us.

Agus ara ní bhí an oiread gaolta ann, a' bhfuil 'fhios agat, á dtabhairt uilig linn a thabharfadh ceithre hocht ar a ar a dinnéir iad?

And besides, there weren't that many relations, you know, bringing them all with us that would make up four eights at their dinner, would they?

Ach bhí timpeall scór ar iad siúd.

But there were about twenty of those.

Agus i ndiaidh sin na searmanais chuaigh muid go Béal an Átha agus bhí dinnéar againn i gceangal le óstáin mhóra ansin sa la.

And after the ceremony we went to Ballina and we had dinner in connection with big hotels there that day.

Agus i ndiaidh scaitheamh, ansin crest ar an bliain a chlog.

And after a while, then a mark on the year’s clock...

D'imigh muid beirt ar an traein go Baile Átha Cliath.

The two of us went on the train to Dublin.

As sin bhuel rugadh muid i mBaile Átha Cliath an oíche sin. D'fhan muid i mBaile Átha Cliath anois.

So then, well, we were born in Dublin that night. We stayed in Dublin now.

Lá arna mhárach an onóir.

The honour the following day.

Ar an mbád bán.

On the white boat..

Go Sasana.

To England..

ar ar eh

on on eh.