Two Walls and a Roof

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Two Walls and a Roof

 

Ireland
born
America
bound

A book about Hope and Adventure

By John Michael Cahill

 

 
                                             

 

 

 
     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published b
y
Rivermistmedia

29 Avondale Pk. Mallow. Cork. Ireland.

Email:
[email protected]

Blog:
http://johnmichaelcahill.com/wordpress/

Website
:
http://johnmichaelcahill.com/

Website:
http://www.twowallsandaroof.com/

http://www.facebook.com/john.m.cahill.9

Copyright

 

Copyright © 2012  John Michael Cahill

Cover  drawing
©
2012
Kyrle Cahill

Cover design
©
Rivermistmedia

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced  in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information  storage and retrieval systems – except in the case of brief quotations in articles or reviews – without the permission in writin
g from it’s publisher,
.
Rivermistmedia or John Michael Cahill
.

All brand names and product names used in this book are trademarks, registered trademarks, or trade names of their respective holders. We are not associated with any product or vendor in this book.

Table o
f Contents

 

Two Walls and a Roof
             
1

Copyright
             
4

Table of Contents
             
5

Dedication
             
7

Forward
             
8

Introduction
             
9

The beginning.
             
10

My Nannie.
             
16

Three blind children.
             
21

Becoming a young salesman.
             
24

Christmas times
             
30

House fire.
             
33

The lost train set.
             
36

Our mother, none like her.
             
41

Two walls and a roof.
             
47

Lill’s eel snake
             
52

Joe Hurley my best friend
             
57

Fort Apache and other wars.
             
60

Our father, a gentle Soul.
             
67

Pad Keely’s school days.
             
76

Big Kyrl adventures.
             
85

The road to Charleville
             
100

Mad friends Disco days.
             
108

He better get sunscreen.
             
121

Blessings upon you.
             
129

My Mallory days
             
138

Etta’s years and our children.
             
145

Bobo
             
151

North Cork Local Radio.
             
165

Local Television.
             
175

Legal radio the fun ends.
             
179

JoAnn. Dream Maker.
             
184

The long lonely years.
             
193

Seville
             
201

Ireland. A new beginning
             
203

Dreams do come true.
             
213

Miracles we are….
             
224

Dedication

 

This book is dedicated to my mother, Belenda Cahill, whose humour and optimism has always inspired me and gifted me with a great memory.
My mother is one in a million.

It is especially dedicated to my American wife JoAnn whose ch
ance remark on the i
nternet bega
n this work twelve years ago.

I am also indebted to my very good friend Laurie
O’Flynn
Rickard, who has helped me to turn my misspelled rambling notes into a book that I hope you will
enjoy, one that offers you
my
belief in a very bright future
for you and those that you love
.

Finally it is also dedicated to my three wonderful children Lynda, Adrian, and Kyrl, and to all those others who have entered my life in a good way, I thank you all.    

 

John Michael Cahill.

March 31 2012
 

Forward

 

I have written this book fo
r
one
reas
on only and that was to get it out of me. For most
of my life I have been i
nvolved in
the media
in some form or other, en
ding in radio b
roadcasting as well as
owning my own v
ideo
p
roduction
c
ompany
,
Riv
ermist Media. However
I have been
primarily
a storyteller for as long as I can remember. I have always loved talking to people and have no fears at all of speaking in public. This c
omes naturally to me because I ca
me from the era of no television, no video games, and little radio
;
where your imagination was your real entertainment. T
hey were t
imes where you told numerous
stories
and listened to
others telling theirs back to you, and it was all free
.

My uncle Michael was
also
a
writer, spending most of his spare time writing articles
for the newspapers. He lived off his writing for mu
ch of his
life. Michael
loved his writing
;
I believe it relaxed him
and
,
unknown to me
at the time
, I seem to have inherite
d his love for the written word
and the magic of making pictures com
e alive from my mind to
a page or a screen
.  I am sure
that my sister Eunice has the same love and ability
too, and i
t’s as if Michael

s  writing till
all hours of the night has infected the both of us, and why not, as we liv
ed in the same house with him
and his mother
,
my Nannie.

This book has come from my aging memory and t
he truth is everything to me
, but I do not wish to offend or hurt any
one living or dead by my words.
To this end I have done my best to disguise all those ment
ioned
by changing their names and sometimes the
ir
places as well. Some people who have read the draft have been brought to tears, but most have been overcome with laughter and could see the funny side of our mad lives
,
especially mine
, and I ask
that
you
do just the same
. A
bove all
strive to be happy because
I truly believe that…

 

“You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars,

You have a righ
t to be here
”.

 

J
ohn
M
ichael
Cahill

Introduction

 

Our house was an alleyway that h
ad once been walled up front
and back, and then roofed, probably in the late eighteen hundreds. It was a tiny house
in a tiny town called Buttevant
on the tiny
island
of
Ireland
, five thousand miles away from
Missouri
in the
United States of America
, and my life would bridge that gap
in a truly miraculous way
.

Inside that house, almost on a daily basis, an ext
raordinary drama was played out
between a father too fond of the drink, an inspiring mother, and their six ordinary scrawny children. Like numerous others of that time, those six children were destined for a big fat nothing, but, that was not how it turned out. All six
of them
amounted to a wonderful something, and while each of the others have their own story to tell, this story is primarily mine. My brother Kyrle and I were our mother

s Devils, who constantly got her and us into all kinds of trouble, while our father
, a gentle soul, took to his bed or hid in a bottle of Guinness
when trouble or work came knocking at
his
door, leaving our mother to face it all
alone
.

This book has been trying to come out of me for over ten years
.
I honestly believe that there is a book in each one of us because we all have our own individual story to tell, and it should be told, even i
f it’s only
to provide entertainment for those who come after us. This book was not written so as to hurt anyone, and I am thankful for all those who have touched my life this far, even if some of their actions brought me sorrow at the time
. I
t was all worth it in the end.

As you read
on
you will surely see parallels between my life and yours
,
and if so, I ask that my story inspires you to believe in yourself, your Inner Self, the Real you, because after more than twelve years of study while writing this book, I have learned a great secret and it’s this
:
Whate
ver
you truly long for
is su
pposed to appear in your life
because it is not you that is doing the longing at all, it is the Inne
r you, the Real you, and It can
and does work miracles, as this book will show you.

I earnestly ho
pe
that
,
after reading this book, you will believe in your own ability to create a magical life for yourself, and not do like I did, which was to wait for sixty years to find proof that it’s possible.

 

John Michael Cahill.

 

Mallow,
Cork
,
Ireland
a
nd
Stee
lville
,
Missouri
,
USA

February 14 2012

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