Eamon's Tales (standard:adventure, 26056 words)
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for, but fair.  He has put lots of cash in my hip pocket” answered 
Sean.  Waiting for his sticks and logs, Mr Goldsworth said to Sean “why 
did you bring that wee girl out in such a bad day?”  Sean answered back 
in his own way “you tell her to stay at home then”.  Mr Goldsworth had 
a real soft spot for Sean.  They both had something in common, trees, 
what could be saved from them, making of boats, furniture, doors.  
Knowing that Sean wanted to go full time into that sort of work, even 
offered help to set up a sawmill. No, Sean was a builder's labourer for 
now.  He wanted to set himself up, as he said himself many times, come 
next year.  Before leaving, Mr Goldsworth gave Helen an envelope.  
“That's for you Helen, and a very happy Christmas to you”  Helen looked 
at Mr Goldsworth and answered “thank you very much and a happy new year 
to you Mr Goldsworth.  Opening the envelope the first chance she got, 
Helen was well pleased with what was inside, £7 in all just two weeks 
before Christmas. Just two days after Christmas Sammy and Dennis called 
to see Eamon.  All three got the same for Christmas, bicycles.  Sammy's 
was brand new, the most up to date.  A very good cyclist, winning 
nearly all the races and a good long distance rider like his father, 
Bill.  Also not a bit shy in turning a spanner, making his own repairs 
and adjustments to suit himself.  Off all the three boys went, gone for 
the day as they often did, the very best of friends.  It would be 
nearly impossible to drive a wedge between them. Going off by herself, 
Helen was gone all day.  Not a word from her only leaving a short note. 
 Jenny had a fair idea.  She was right, it was Belfast.  Helen had got 
herself a full-time job working in a kitchen in a hospital starting in 
a week's time.  Sean took it the hardest.  When Helen told her father, 
as Sean done in such times, he always took off his glasses to clean 
them, only saying to Helen “let me be the one that will take you there 
the day you go”.  Also I know of a place where you will find digs and 
your mother and I will pay two weeks in advance for you Helen”.  “Right 
Daddy, thanks, and you mummy” that's all Helen said.  When that day 
came going the same road as always, taking his time, Sean found it hard 
to talk.  Jenny was doing most of the talking.  After getting Helen 
settled in her new home for now, it was even a quieter trip on the way 
back, more like a hundred miles than forty-four. Jenny had other news 
for Sean, waiting for the right time to tell him.  Almost a week later 
the time was just about right.  Sean was sitting down.  “Some news for 
you, Sean”.  “Good I hope” replied Sean.  “Yes, it is good” Jenny went 
on “We are going to have another baby.  What do you say Sean”?  Couple 
of seconds before answering, Sean kissed Jenny followed by a hug.  Then 
he asked Jenny how was she keeping. “Fine, just fine Sean”.  Both were 
happy.  Then telling the news to Helen, Sean went very quiet.  “What's 
wrong Sean?”  Helen Asked.  “Nothing Helen, its just one leaves the 
home and another is soon to arrive, when is it all going to end?” Some 
laughter broke out, then Jenny said “I don't know about the departures 
but I can tell yous about the arrivals, they end in 1957”.  More 
laughter went on, it was Helen's turn next.  Helen said “God be good to 
my good old mother.  My mother used to say “they go away as one but 
come back as two”.  The evening was spent talking of old days and the 
new days to come. Passing the long summer days away, Eamon and his two 
best friends spent most of their time by going away on their bicycles.  
Sammy nearly always the one in front.  They had many places to choose 
from, by the river, in the woods and maybe their best of all was a 
wooden shed.  Half of this wooden shed was open mostly for firewood. 
The other half was closed but the boys found their way in.  A table and 
a couple of old chairs was all that was ever there.  The wooden shed 
was in a corner of a field by itself.   A house was at the far corner.  
Even the young boys thought the shed was far from the house.  The 
owners of the house were new to the area, not local.  Their names were 
Mr and Mrs Sharpe.  They had no children of their own.  In all of 
these, the boys secret places, time was not important, only their time 
mattered. In the evenings Clare and Eamon would be waiting for their 
father.  Work was to be done.  Getting ready for the weekends, selling 
firewood, and looking out for more trees.  This evening, Sean and his 
children were out looking in a nearby wood for new trees to clear.  
This time on the tractor it was Clare.  Eamon could well drive the 
tractor but Sean and Clare were only having some fun with Eamon. Eamon 
had the same love for trees as his father, the only difference Eamon 
wanted to climb them.  Already a great climber and no fear of heights.  
That evening Eamon got his own back on his father and Clare by climbing 
so high on one of the tallest trees.  Eamon called down “look at me, 
look up dad, and you Clare”.  Then he shouted down “bring your tractor 
up here Clare”. Sean replied “Goodness, look at that Clare, what a 
cheeky wee monkey he is.  Get down Eamon right now”.  In a calm voice, 
halfway down, Sean shouted to Eamon “What would I tell your mother if 
anything happened to you?  The trouble you would get me in Eamon”  Sean 
and Clare were now laughing, while a show-off Eamon took a wild jump 
down on to a branch then one more to the ground. On their way back home 
, stopping in to Brian's and Anna's, Dennis was glad to see Eamon as 
always.  Brian took Sean on a walk around the garden telling and 
showing much the same to Sean.  Sean went with the flow just agreeing 
with Brian.  Only this time Brian brought Sean to the green house.  He 
pointed out to Sean a broken pane of glass.  “See that Sean”, Brian 
said “what do you think did that Sean”? “Don't know Brian” answered 
Sean.  “Let me tell you then Sean.  I was sitting here one day just 
about to light a fag and crash right in front of me, it was a wee bird. 
 He went straight into it, never seen anything like it before.  Brian 
was having a bad day that day.  He then asked Sean what did he make of 
it.  Quick answer with a joke, Sean replied “sure no wonder Brian, look 
at your windows.  There so clean the poor wee bugger never saw the 
glass or he's as blind as myself”.  “Is that right Sean”? Brian asked.  
Again Sean just said back “aye surely”, then took some interest in some 
of the flowers outside. Meantime Anna and Clare were having a great 
chat together.  Clare could talk openly to Anna, more so than most 
people, even her own father and mother.  Anna was once a full time 
schoolteacher, now only part-time.  This is what Clare wanted to be, as 
Clare was the first one ever to do so well at school and had brains to 
burn.  Clare was waiting patiently for the post every day as this was 
her last year in school waiting for her school exam report.  Studying 
many times with Anna at night and after school, Clare was a very fast 
learner, Anna knew with all her years as a school teacher and going 
through it herself.  Anna had great confidence in Clare without telling 
her as much. Just before leaving Eamon and Dennis had long faces on 
them.  Sean and Brian knew why.  Sean shouted out to his children  
“saddle up, let's go”.  Dennis turned to his father, without asking 
Brian said Yes.  With a smile Sean said to Dennis “Dennis you'll never 
have to ask me, come on let's go”.  Dennis was staying over with Eamon. 
 “Cheerio mum and dad”.  “Good luck” Sean said to Anna and Brian.  “See 
yous in a bit” Anna said. The same evening Helen was back home, it was 
her day off much to the joy of Sean.  Helen and Clare were very close, 
they both had much news to tell each other in the short time they had 
together.  Helen had changed a bit, more grown up.  Helen had moved out 
of the digs and was sharing a flat with Linda, Sammy's sister who was 
also now in Belfast.  Good news all round that evening.  Jenny and Sean 
were very pleased for their daughter.  Sean laughed with Jenny saying 
Helen was like the time coming and going.  On Helen's return to Belfast 
somehow both girls got around their parents and Clare was about to have 
her very first night in Belfast with Helen and Linda.  It turned out to 
be three nights in all. His time had come at last, Eamon was driving 
the tractor.  The wait was worth it, he thought to himself, but he was 
in for a shock that day when he found out where they were going.  
“Nearly there now Eamon” said Sean “this is a new customer, they're 
from out of town, Mr and Mrs Sharpe”.  At Mr and Mrs Sharpe's they were 
both waiting for Sean.  This was a bit unusual for both to be waiting. 
Sean knew why on his way out but said nothing.  He had a grin on his 
face.  Even Eamon knew on their second visit.  At the Sharpe's Sean was 
told to unload the logs, half in the open shed, the other half just 
outside for Mr Sharpe to cut smaller.  All the time Mrs Sharpe was 
right at her husband's side watching everything.  Then the orders came 
out, put one there, another there nearly counting the logs as they were 
unloaded.  Poor Mr Sharpe was like a headless chicken running around 
the place doing about three jobs at once. Sean was nearly caught 
laughing.  Getting paid also went on a bit longer than the usual time.  
Holding out his hand like a school boy about to be slapped, Sean stood 
still while Mrs Sharpe counted the money over and over again, placing 
it in Sean's hand.  Eamon also was watching and wondering to himself, 
for now one of their dens             could be found out, waiting to 
tell Sammy and Dennis when they got back. The same evening Jenny gave 
birth to a baby boy.  It was the midwife and Anna who broke the news to 
Sean and all the family.   Waiting downstairs, Sean asked how was 
Jenny.  “Fine, no bother at all” answered Anna “yous can go up now a 
couple at a time.  By the way it's a bit late so I'm going.  The doctor 
is on his way just to see if all is well”.  “Thanks Anna, goodnight” 
Sean saw Anna to the door. Pleased with another new baby, which they 
named Sean, all the family got together for the next couple of days.  
Near the end of that summer Clare got the letter she was waiting for.  
Opening the letter Clare's heart was going like ninety.  Reading it 
first to herself then with a tear in her eye she passed the letter to 
her granny.  With a smile her granny then passed the letter to Jenny. 
Clare had done more than well, better than she had thought herself.  
The first ever to go to university out of either side of the families 
also one of the few out of the village to do so.  Jenny gave her 
daughter a big hug as granny also did.  Handing the letter back to 
Clare, Clare was on her way straight over to Annas. Staying on for the 
rest of that summer Clare was a great help about the house, but soon 
plans had to be made.  Not as bad for Clare, she had a place to go to 
staying with her sister in Belfast.  Helen was the first to leave the 
nest, going to stay in digs, not knowing anyone at first.  It was much 
easier on Clare and Jenny and all the family knowing Helen would be 
there waiting and looking out for Clare. Something different was about 
to happen, the very first of its kind, and more to follow in the years 
to come.  A bicycle race, all newcomers are welcome, first prize £60, 
second prize £30, third prize £15.  It was to be a twenty-four race 
with pit stops along the way and only a month away. Sammy was the first 
to hear about the race, breaking the news to Eamon and Dennis.  There 
was great excitement in the air.  When telling the news to his pals, 
Sammy also told them that there would be some scouts watching.  Eamon 
asked “what would the boy scouts be watching for, Sammy”?  Both Sammy 
and Dennis had a laugh looking at Eamon.  “Go on tell me, what's the 
big joke”?  Eamon asked.  Dennis said he would tell him later on.  “Its 
down to you Sammy” Dennis said  “we can't keep up with you at the best 
of times”. Taking out a map of the race from his back pocket he showed 
his pals where the pit stops would be and one quick overnight stop 
would be and some of the rules.  The next thing Sammy said came from 
his heart  “We are in this race lads, all three of us, agreed”?  
“Agreed” answered back Dennis and Eamon. Setting off on their bicycles 
the next day Sammy was to get some practice in as there was plenty of 
time.  Sending Eamon off first by one hour then Dennis, soon Sammy was 
to follow.  With water waiting for Sammy and timing him soon the boys 
had it off as best they could, doing a little better as the weeks were 
closing in. With only three days left for the race to start, there was 
only one more time to practice. That was it, all that could be done was 
done.  Drawing a big entry, the planners were pleased with the turn 
out. At the starting line, taking their turns racing against the clock. 
 It was now Sammy's turn, waiting and looking for the flag to drop and 
they were off.  Holding his own for some time Sammy was one of the 
youngest in the race.  Not before long Sammy caught up with some of the 
leaders. The first pit stop was with Eamon.  “Doing well Sammy, water 
and a wet sponge, Get off the bike Sammy, stretch your legs”.  “Not yet 
Eamon”, Sammy replied “others are not far behind.  Look at the grass, 
the wind is on the rise”.  “OK Sammy, get on your way, good luck”.  
Sammy was gone again. Taking a different road by car, Bill, Sammy's 
father, took Eamon or to the next stop.  It was really down to the 
three boys, that was Sammy's call.  Keeping a steady pace at all times, 
pushing a little harder, Sammy was now looking good, better than most 
others.  Next stop Dennis was waiting.  Sammy spoke first “What time is 
it Dennis”?  Dennis telling Sammy the time and how many were in front, 
just seven others in all.  Here Sammy got off the bike to catch his 
breath, saying to Dennis “How do I look Dennis?  “Fine Sammy, its no 
bother to you”.  “Thanks Dennis”.  Once again, Sammy was on his way The 
wind was rising, Sammy was right.  Still pushing himself on, now 
passing two other riders. Talk was going about just how good this young 
boy was doing.  Waiting again, Eamon told Sammy just how good he was 
doing.  At this pit stop, by the rules, there was to be two hours rest. 
 Bill made sure here his son would get the rest he needed.  One more 
pit stop to go before night fall. On the move again, by now the crowd 
were cheering for Sammy as he was the last boy left and only about four 
or five in front of him.  Also the rules, the next stop was a quick 
overnight stop.  Here the rider was to rest and the bike got some 
needed repairs. First light and the race was back on.  Still holding 
his own against the other racers, he was now a real threat to them.  
Running along the roadside at the first pit stop, passing Sammy water 
and throwing him a wet sponge, no words were spoken.  Sammy nodding his 
head from side to side, saving his breath, but still thanked Eamon in 
his own way.  A better day than the first day, very little wind, Sammy 
was now in the top three. Last two miles to go, it was now a two bike 
race both riders going for it has hard as they could, pushing 
themselves hard.  Coming into the last 100 yards the other biker with 
more experience found another gear and took the lead and holding it, 
going on to win the race by about six seconds. Sammy took it well, 
shaking hands with the other cyclists and the winner. Shortly after the 
race Sammy without hesitation shared his winnings three ways with Eamon 
and Dennis, ten pounds each, a lot of money.  As solid as a rock Sammy 
stuck to his word, that's the way he was as a boy, further on in his 
life he stayed the same, a better friend you could not find. There was 
no doubt about it, Sammy was a hero for a long time to come, all that 
knew him and others were proud of this young boy.  Scouts were watching 
the race.  Sammy later joined up with one of the top clubs, plus a new 
bicycle to go with it.  What a good way to finish the summer, it was 
talked about for weeks later. Eating the last of the homemade bread 
from a day visit to Belfast from her granny.  Clare was not herself, 
she was sick and not much a doctor could do about this type of illness. 
 Going into her third day of it, Linda tried her best to help Clare, 
talking about going home.  Clare was sick maybe the worst sort for it 
was homesickness Clare had.  Missing her family and friends and Anna, 
also village life.  Clare was at an all time low. Coming home one 
evening from work Helen saw just how bad her sister was, saying 
nothing, Helen was also like that at first.  Brushing her hair Helen 
asked Clare “how did you get on today Clare, learn anything new”?  “No 
Helen, nothing, as I never left the house all day”, replied Clare.  
“Why not Clare?”  Helen asked.  “It's just not the same anymore, I'm 
not sure what I want now”  Clare went on a bit about herself  “I just 
don't have your strength Helen”. “Strength is it Clare?”  Helen said  
“I've just done ten hours working in a hospital kitchen, I don't feel 
very strong right now Clare”. “Come with me, get your coat Clare and 
you Linda, I'll show yous both something”.  Helen took them where she 
worked, the other side of the hospital.  Here there were plenty of sick 
people, some old and young, male and female.  Shocked by what they saw, 
both Clare and Linda never said a lot.  Talking to some of the people 
who had been in hospital for a long time, which Helen and others got to 
know over time.  It made Clare think about herself. Back at the house 
that night Clare said to Helen  “Helen I don't know where you get your 
strength from” talking about what they had just seen.  Turning to Clare 
Helen answered “when God gave me by shoulders and back he gave me a 
very strong one for the load I have to carry - my sisters and brothers. 
 That's what happens when you're the first child” smiled Helen to 
Clare. All three girls had a good laugh.  Clare was back again, not 
forgetting that evening for a very long time.  Clare was going to pay 
back her sister somehow.  As time went on Clare got her chance without 
Helen even knowing. In the early hours of the morning Anna was knocking 
on Jenny and Sean's door.  Sean opened the door to find Anna still in 
her nightdress, crying.  “What's wrong Anna?”  Sean said “Come in 
quick.  “Its Brian, Sean, he's got up and went off, Dennis sent after 
him, we don't know where he is.  Brian's been very bad all week, Sean”. 
“Sit down Anna” Jenny put her hand on Anna's hands trying to calm her 
down.  Sean almost dressed, got Eamon up.  Eamon had already overheard 
what was said.  “Listen son” Sean said, “find Dennis and bring him home 
and wait there, do you understand Eamon?”  “Yes Daddy, I do” answered 
Eamon. Sean went off thinking about Brian, thinking of all the places 
that they both knew about over the years.  It was midday by now.  
Others were out looking, searching everywhere.  Different parties were 
sent out meeting back at Brian's every couple of hours for further 
news.  Just before darkness fell it was Sean who found Brian.  In an 
old apple orchard they knew as boys.  Here Sean found Brian hiding 
under a tree.  Brian said to Sean “they wont find us here Sean, we will 
be safe here”. Sean waited with Brian for an hour or so, then he said 
to Brian “Come on Brian, they will be all gone by now, lets make a 
break for it”.  “Are you sure Sean?” Brian asked.  “Yes Brian, I am 
sure” answered Sean. It was back to Sean's house they were going.  
Getting there, Sean was not going to tell anyone what Brian was like 
when he found him.  A small crowd was outside Sean's house.  Making his 
way through, he passed word on to someone he knew, telling him to go to 
Anna's and say that Brian was OK. At Anna's a bigger crowd was there, 
passing the word to Anna, it was Mr Goldsworth and a doctor that 
brought Anna back to Sean's.  Brian was in the sitting room with Jenny 
and Sean, only just about coming to, to what had happened.  Brian knew 
where he was at times. The doctor was looking at Brian, asking him 
question about himself and did he know where he was.  Brian could 
hardly answer, not even back to Anna.  It was best for Brian to go to 
hospital for a rest. Mr Goldsworth took Brian, Sean and Anna.  It was 
for Brian's best, he was to stay for at least a week.  On the return 
home, Anna asked Sean “will you tell Dennis all what you know about his 
father, Sean please, know what I mean Sean”  “Yes I will Anna, he's old 
enough now to know, Sean replied.  Thanks Sean, and you too Mr 
Goldsworth for everything”. Sean also wanted his own son to know about 
Brian.  The next evening Sean called out to Eamon.  “Eamon come 
downstairs now, I want a word”  “Lets Go Eamon”.  “Where to Dad?” Eamon 
asked.  “You'll see son, just follow me”.  It was at Brian and Anna's 
house, Sean was going to tell the boys there.  Anna was gone to visit 
Brian. Sitting down all three, Sean started telling the boys.  “Dennis, 
your father and I go back, just like you and Eamon.  After we both left 
school Brian found work  as an apprentice plumber.  Finishing his time 
he went to work for himself, doing well.  He even started two other 
plumbers.” “Then he started going out with your mother.  Doing better 
than most people Dennis, your Mother and father were the very first to 
buy their own house, the very one we are all in now.  All was about to 
change then for everyone, lads”.  “Why?” asked Dennis.  “War, Dennis, 
World War two started, that's why”. “Brian went off to war like so 
many.  I remember him on leave one time and he started telling me about 
it.  As for myself, my eyesight failed me.  Fighting the Germans for 
three year, moving further away, it was now the Japanese they were 
going to fight.  Just about a year from the end of the war Brian and 
many of his men were caught by the Japanese, for them they were to be 
prisoners of war.” “Being worked very hard every day as slaves, badly 
treated, punished for no reason, lack of food and shelter, life was 
hard for all the prisoners.  Even after the war it was some time before 
Brian made it back home.  Dennis, that's why your father is like this 
today.  Do yous both understand?” “Sort of” was the answer Sean got 
back, followed by many questions.  Anna was back by then.  Eamon stayed 
overnight.  Sean made his own way home, that's how that evening was 
spent. By the end of the week Brian was moved to Belfast, a different 
type of treatment.  For Brian here mostly rest, as Brian was suffering 
badly from flashbacks, still thinking he was a P.O.W.  Anna was now 
staying with Clare and the others, taking some of the strain out of 
what was going on in her life.  Dennis was with Jenny and Sean. Sammy 
came to light again that year, as he was just a little older than Eamon 
and Dennis who were both waiting for their school exam reports as well. 
With good results, Sammy was also going to college in Belfast after 
summer.  Already knowing what he wanted to do, Sammy wanted to be an 
engineer.  As for Eamon, his love for climbing, he wanted to be a 
scaffolder, and Dennis, just at this time poor Dennis had much more on 
his mind. Working hard that year with his father, some days on the 
building sites, others chopping firewood for the winter to come, Eamon 
knew also his time was coming soon to leave home and the village.  
Making a visit to Belfast to see Brian, Sean and Eamon went about the 
city to look for work for Eamon.  Searching all day with no success, 
they both went back home, making plans for the following week. Sooner 
than he thought Sean was back in Belfast.  That week Brian and Anna 
were coming home.  Waiting at the entrance of the hospital with his 
suitcase in his arms.  Seeing Sean coming towards him Brian's eyes lit 
up “What about you old mate?”  Brian said,  “No bother, old mate” 
answered Sean.  “All ready then?” Sean said.  “For sure” Brian replied. 
Sean and Brian were more like two brothers, the best of brothers at 
that, as Brian had two sisters living in England, that's all the family 
he had left. A good weekend lay ahead for the two men and both families 
were making plans about what they were going to do. What a weekend it 
was, spending all day with Sean, going off on the tractor.  Coming home 
to Sean's, all waiting, sitting around a table listening to a 
gramophone.  Waiting till midnight for the start of a middle weight 
bout, for maybe a new middle weight champion of the world, as Brian was 
a good amateur boxer in his youth. Living in Belfast with his sisters, 
Sammy and Helen and Clare had moved into a house, a new address for all 
four.  Eamon going to Belfast when he could, still searching for full 
time work, Dennis coming along once or twice, just for the day out.  In 
a way it was lucky for Sean as the timberwork was picking up.  Word of 
mouth was going about, anyone looking for any special wood, Sean knew 
where to get it and cut it.  Eamon and Dennis never planned to be so 
busy that year, working with Sean. Being away from home now for many 
weeks, Sammy was missing his two best friends.  Coming to a bank 
holiday shortly, Sammy had organized a fishing trip with Eamon and 
Dennis.  Sammy and Dennis were waiting outside Eamon's, who was last to 
get up in the morning.  “What are yous standing outside for” asked 
Jenny “come in, yous should know better by now.”  “Wee cup of tea 
boys?” Jenny's mother asked them. “If its no bother, Mrs McCormick” 
answered Sammy.  “No bother at all” replied Helen.  Eamon getting ready 
slowly, knew what was coming next, tying his bootlaces, keeping his 
head down, waiting.  Jenny and Helen started joking with Sammy “Found 
anyone yet Sammy up in the big city, fine young man like yourself” 
Jenny asked.  Thinking before he answered, Sammy replied “Not yet, Mrs 
McGill, a country boy like myself, sure what would I know about girls 
anyway?”  Helen and Jenny laughed.  Helen patted Sammy on the head, 
filling his cup up again.  Before going to Dennis, Helen smiled at 
Sammy and said “you'll do alright, Sammy”.  Sammy's face lit up bright 
red, trying hard not to spill his tea or burst out with laughter. They 
were on their way, a two-mile walk across the fields, onto Mr 
Goldsworth's land.  Fresh water fishing was planned for the day, a 
place they all knew well.  After some time together with very little 
luck, only one trout so far, Dennis made his way further up the river. 
Leaving his fishing rod with Eamon, Dennis went well out of sight, for 
out of the three, Dennis knew most about bush life.  Tickling some 
trout with his bare hands under some rocks, with his first go Dennis 
caught three trout in less than an hour. Making his way back to Sammy 
and Eamon to find only that their luck had stayed the same.  Dennis, 
joking with his pals said, “See, yous two, yous are using the wrong 
bait, especially you Sammy, a good looking young man like yourself”. 
“Is that right?” Sammy replied.  “Aye surely” Denis, laughing, dropping 
his rod, and Eamon following, making a run for Dennis.  It didn't take 
long before all three ended up in the river.  To put a stop to it, Mr 
Goldworth was on his horse, looking down at the boys, he said “What 
have we here? A fresh trout for the tea, what a treat”.  Climbing down 
from his horse, picking up a couple of trout, turning to the boys he 
said “don't stay there all day, you'll catch a cold.”  With a smile on 
his face, off he rode. Still in the water, all three were stuck for 
words.  Another good day to remember of their youthful days.  The last 
for some time to come, not that they knew what was going to happen 
next. That year was a bad year for the building trade.  Sean was let 
go, for the first time he found himself out of work.  He found himself 
more and more down at what they call called the Mill.  If only work was 
to hold for another year or two Sean would have enough money to do what 
he wanted at the Mill, a couple of new saws and more buildings. It was 
at the Mill that Sean got more bad news.  Running as fast as she could, 
Cathy, Sean's third daughter, was trying to tell her father to come 
home.  Catching her breath and crying at the same time, Cathy said 
“Come home Daddy, its Dennis, he's at our house, we don't know what 
he's saying, Daddy, please come home now Daddy”.  “Right O Cathy” Sean 
answered  “I'll catch up Daddy, you go on ahead” Cathy shouted at her 
father. By the look on Cathy's face and shouting at him, Sean knew it 
must be very bad news.  He was about to find out.  The front door of 
the house was open.  Sean could hear Dennis's voice, not making out 
what he was saying, as the others were trying to calm him down. Dennis 
did calm down as soon as Sean came in.  “What is it Dennis, tell me 
son, tell me” Sean said..  Its my daddy, he's bleeding badly, he's in 
the greenhouse.  Mammy has gone to town for the day.  I didn't know 
what to do or where to go “what's happening?” Dennis was in heavy 
shock, also he went very pale. Sean told all his family to stay here, 
all but Eamon.  “Eamon, get the doctor.  Tell him to go to Brian's, he 
knows the way son.  Then go straight home.  Do you hear me son?”  “Aye 
Daddy”, replied Eamon. At the greenhouse Sean saw Brian lying on the 
ground face down.  Turning him around, Sean looked at Brian's face.  
Calling out his name over and over, putting his head to Brian's heart, 
then Sean saw what really had happened.  Brian had cut both his wrists 
with the broken glass from the same window as the bird had crashed into 
some time back. Holding on to Brian until the doctor had called, Sean 
knew that his long time friend was dead for some time.  Not knowing how 
to get in touch with Anna, that day was to be the longest day for many 
who knew what had happened. Waiting at the house now it was Jenny who 
broke the news to Anna.  The next day the whole village was in shock, 
many of the neighbours helping out, already some were digging out 
Brian's grave.  It was the biggest funeral the village had ever seen, 
with people coming from all over the country.  Some even stayed 
overnight, calling to see Anna before going away.  Taking time off from 
college, Clare stayed with Anna for two weeks, helping out what to do 
with Brian's belongings and a strong shoulder to cry on. Doing little 
for some time afterwards, Sean missed his long time friend.  One day 
Sean went to where they would go as children.  Their favourite place 
was called the Rocky, a place for many to go.  Here at the Rocky 
nothing seemed to matter, not even age. Calling for Dennis a month 
later, Sammy and Eamon, only to find out that Dennis was not at home.  
Going about to look for Dennis in the usual places, it was in the 
afternoon they found Dennis up at Mr Sharpe's wooden hut.  “All right 
Dennis?” Eamon asked, “What do you think Eamon?” Denis replied. “Here 
Dennis, a wee piece of chocolate” Sammy broke a chocolate bar in half.  
“None for you Eamon” Sammy smiled, breaking his half again, sharing it 
with Eamon.  Both Eamon and Sammy were trying hard to make some small 
talk hoping Dennis would join in.  But it was no good.  Dennis was 
still in heavy mourning at the loss of his father, saying to his pals 
“I'm too young to loose my Daddy” followed by some more crying. Eamon 
then said “Dennis we are going for a spin on the bikes this evening and 
we want you to come along with us, OK Dennis? Right Sammy?”  “That's 
right Eamon” replied Sammy.  Dennis looked at his pals then said 
“Alright, yous go on now, I'll catch up with yous”.  “We will wait for 
you Dennis at the end of the Rocky, alright Dennis?” Sammy said.  “No 
bother Sammy, see yous there then”  Having some thoughts to himself, 
Dennis was also still in shock.  Putting his hand in his pocket, he 
pulled out his late father's half packet of cigarettes and matches. 
Trying to get one cigarette going, he moved into the open house of the 
hut.  Here Dennis made his first attempt at smoking, having better luck 
with the second cigarette.  Dennis was now thinking to himself about 
Sammy and Eamon.  Throwing the cigarette down, Dennis made a speedy 
getaway, trying to catch up with Sammy and Eamon. Waiting as promised, 
Dennis asked Sammy just how far they were going to go tonight.  “Not 
sure just yet Dennis, we'll take it as it comes” answered Sammy.  “Hope 
you don't want to race Sammy, do you Dennis?”  Eamon said.  No thanks, 
not me, maybe the two of us Eamon wil give Sam a run for his money.”  
Dennis was now talking a little more.  “Maybe is right” Sam said with 
his usual smile. Eamon spoke next with excitement.  “Look, look at 
that, its smoke, too much for a small fire, its coming from there” 
pointing his finger towards the smoke.  “Come on, lets see where it 
is”.  Getting closer to the fire, soon the boys could see just where 
the fire was.  It was Mr and Mrs Sharpe's hut that was on fire, going 
up in flames. All three boys tried their best to put the fire out, 
beating back the flames with some branches and with whatever else they 
could find.  But with no success, the hut was as dry as a bone, taking 
no time at all to go up into flames, the fire out of control. Mr and 
Mrs Sharpe were soon on the spot.  Shouting at the top of her voice, 
Mrs Sharpe started to blame the boys.  “What are yous doing here, why 
did yous do that, I know your father” making a grab for Eamon.  Mr 
Sharpe asked “is there anyone else, anyone in the hut?” looking at his 
hut or what was a hut one time.  “No” answered Sammy “no one else”. 
Passing by, others went to see what was on fire.  Before long the 
police were called.  Waiting for the police, Eamon asked Dennis 
“Dennis, was the hut on fire when you left?”  “No Eamon”, answered 
Dennis.  Poor Dennis went a different colour.  “What is it Dennis, tell 
us quick before the police come”? Eamon asked Dennis. “I think it was 
me.  I didn't mean to, honest”.  Dennis then showed Eamon and Sammy the 
matches and cigarettes.  Sammy took them from his hand straight away.  
“Say nothing Dennis, nothing at all, hear me Dennis, do you”?  “Yes, I 
do Sammy” Dennis replied. Sammy had a quick word with Eamon.  They both 
agreed on what to do next.  Dennis almost fell to the ground.  Sitting 
him down on the grass, Dennis was beginning to shake.  It was Mr Sharpe 
who got him a glass of cold water, just in time, as Dennis was going to 
faint. Just as the local policeman came Mrs Sharpe said “just look, 
look at our garage, these wee buggers must have set it on fire”.  
Taking statements down, the policeman called the doctor for Dennis, as 
he knew well who he was and what had happened to his late father. Sammy 
and Eamon were taken to the police station for further questioning and 
waiting for their parents to arrive. Sticking to the same stories, both 
Eamon and Sammy said that it must have been them that started the fire. 
 “How?” asked Bill, who was a solicitor.  Sammy said they found an old 
packet of cigarettes and matches and they wanted to have a try.  
Sammy's father had a very cool head and took it word by word what his 
son had just said and Eamon's word also. Mr and Mrs Sharpe came to the 
station, wanting to know what was going to happen to the boys and what 
about her garage, as she was now calling it. After a long hard battle 
Bill got it down to be an accident and both parties would replace the 
wooden hut, or garage, whatever one would call it, he said. On their 
way home Bill had told Sean that most likely we have not seen the back 
of Mr and Mrs Sharpe just yet.  “Why”? asked Sean, “I thought it was 
all settled back at the station?”.  “Give it time, Sean.  I have seen 
their type before, lets hope I am wrong.  Two weeks time both young 
boys were to sit before a court.  Bill was not wrong, the date was 
fixed, it was to be a juvenile court in the next town. At court that 
day Mr and Mrs Sharpe had met their match, going against Bill.  Trying 
every trick in the book, even looking for a bigger garage to be 
rebuilt, plus looking for big expenses.  Then another low blow came, 
saying that in one half of the garage there were valuable antiques 
stores there.  It was greed that finished them off in the end.  Bill 
threw them more rope as the day went on going.  On the following day it 
was to stop. The garage was to go up the same size, as Sean had been 
there before.  Expenses were to be shared.  As for the antiques, they 
were awarded £210 and not the £350 they looked for.  Plus Sean and Bill 
had six weeks to pay them. Being the people they were, Sean and Jenny 
wanted to pay up as quickly as they could.  Bill had offered to pay for 
all but Sean would not hear of it, but thanked Bill for his offer.  
Sean still out of work, a proud man, would not take money from anyone. 
But time was running out.  Young Helen gave her father £20, Sean had 
£60, Jenny had £10, a further £50 had to be got. They sold some 
firewood for £10, money was very tight.  One night Sean came hope late 
after working in the Mill.  At supper Jenny put down a bowl of soup.  
Sean asked “what sort of soup is this Jenny”?  Jenny answered that it 
was chicken soup. “Chicken soup” Sean answered, “Well it looks like he 
ran through my bowl with his stilts on”.  Sitting at the table the 
others didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  Any other time they would 
have laughed Time was up.  The Sharpe's, showing no mercy, were 
complaining to the police about their money and the now called wooden 
hut was still not built.  Taking their time about it, the police cut as 
much slack as they could to Sean and his family. On the ninth week, no 
further with the money, Eamon was on his way to a Borstal.  A shock to 
all the family to see this happen to Eamon.  Also a shock to the 
village, as this sort of thing was new to them, sorting out their 
differences themselves always, without the police or any courts of law. 
Not know where the rest of the money was going to come from, trying 
hard to find work, both Sean and Jenny were never so worried.  It was 
Jenny's mother who came to the rescue. Helen waiting for her chance she 
got it.  Just about to go out Helen stopped Sean.  “Wait a wee minute, 
come back Sean”.  “What is it Helen?” replied Sean.  You'll see Sean.  
Please listen to me, all of yous”.  What Helen said next the younger 
ones couldn't understand until they got a little older themselves. 
Putting down her post office book on the table, Helen then said “Sean 
and Jenny, I will pay the rest of the money, please, I want my grandson 
home, let me help”.  Sean tried to talk.  Helen said “before you go any 
further Sean, let me have my say.  I know plenty of people my age stuck 
in a home, reading papers, sleeping all day, seeing no one, only at 
week-ends.  I have the money, we will get it in the morning.  Thanks 
Sean and Jenny, all of yous, thanks”.  Helen then sat down. There was 
stillness in the room, a strange atmosphere, not a word from anyone.  
Sean stood up “we cant Helen” he said getting a strange look from 
Jenny.  “Why Sean, Why not?” Helen asked.  Giving Helen a hug, Sean 
then said “because the post office is closed now until Monday.  Then we 
will bring Eamon home”.  A quiet laughter from all in the room followed 
by a return hug to Sean. Before leaving the Borstal one of the guards 
ran after Sean and Eamon shouting “hold on a minute, here Eamon, a 
couple of old work mates I know will help you find work in Belfast.  
Here are some numbers, you can ring them.  Tell them Dave put you in 
touch”.  “Thank you very much Dave”, Sean and Eamon replied.  On their 
way home Sean asked Eamon “how did he know you were looking for work?”  
“I told him dad the very first night I got there.  Dave listened, he 
said then if he could help me he would” answered Eamon.  With all that 
happened, neither Sean, Bill nor Anna ever questioned any of the boys 
about what went on that day. Nearly all the timber ready, making their 
way up to the Sharpe's, Bill, Sammy, Dennis and others were already 
there.  Lending a hand, the hut was not rebuilt better than before.  
Bill made sure the local policeman, Bobby, was there, who even put his 
cap and coat on a post and helped out the last hour.  That was it, all 
square now.  Eamon was last out, closing the gate, he had his last look 
up.  Sean saw him  “come on Eamon, lets go home son”.  It was the last 
time for many to see that place, or even the Sharpes.  Within the year 
they sold up and moved on. Soon after that day Eamon was on his way to 
the city.  Taking back Clare and Helen after a weekend visit, on his 
return home, Sean had very mixed feelings about life.  Looking out at 
Belfast Lough, seeing the passing ships, he wondered just how long it 
would be before one of his children would be on one of them, lucky to 
see them at Christmas time.  Deep down Sean was a simple man at heart.  
He married a local girl, worked local, he found it hard as now there 
were so many changes. A couple of weeks had passed.  Eamon sent his 
very first postcard home, a welcome one at that.  It read “Hi Mum and 
Dad and all the family. Eamon Here.  Working as a scaffolder.  Everyone 
here doing fine.  All send their love.  Cheerio for now (Thanks) Eamon 
x”. Just about to go into a café, Clare was spotted by Mr Goldworth.  
“Can I join you Clare?”  “Aye, surley” answered Clare.  Sitting talking 
after their lunch, Mr Goldworth started telling Clare about how he 
would like to set up Sean in a proper sawmill.  I have tried a couple 
of times already Clare.  I even offered him a loan of a few bob to get 
him started”. Listening to Mr Goldworth talking, Clare then asked Mr 
Goldworth “are you in a hurry”?  “No, not at all, Clare” answered Mr 
Goldworth.  Asking for another pot of tea, Clare started “Mr Goldworth, 
why don't you make my father a deal.?  Set up the sawmill yourself, put 
your money in it.  Don't talk about money in front of my father.  Let 
him pay you back with timber, picking out what you want.  As time goes 
by, I have no doubt Mr Goldworth in my mind that, as time goes by, yous 
both would make good partners.  Know what I mean Mr Goldworth?” Mr 
Goldworth looked at  Clare.  “Yes, young lady, that would be a good 
deal for both of us, What a good idea” he replied, followed by “Now 
then Clare, is there anything I can do for you now?” “Yes there is, Mr 
Goldworth”.  “Go on, tell me Clare” answered Mr Goldworth.  Staying in 
the café for another half-hour , Clare talking, asking Mr Goldworth for 
what was to be a secret between them both.  Mr Goldworth replied “I can 
do that, Clare, this week here in Belfast for sure”.  To finish off Mr 
Goldworth said  “if ever you want a change of work Clare, I hope you 
will come to me first”.  Clare smiled, going for her handbag.  Mr 
Goldworth said “Don't, let me get this”.  As he did he thanked Clare 
for the talk and her time. Driving Sean's tractor that year and for 
many more to come was Dennis.  Now all three, Mr Goldworth, Sean and 
Dennis, were working full time at the Mill.  Sean jumped at the deal 
not knowing how it came about. A full house that year for Jenny and 
Sean.  It was Easter and all the family were home, all with their 
different bits of news.  First it was Eamon, telling his father and 
family that he had changed jobs.  He now was serving his apprenticeship 
as a steel erector.  His love for climbing and heights, this was to 
stay with him all his days.  Eamon was spotted working at scaffolding 
one day when he was asked if he would like a go at steel erecting.  
Barry, who was on the look out for an apprentice, saw him, and gave 
Eamon a test first.  Barry asked him to fix two steel brackets on each 
end of a steel girder which was about thirty feet up in the air. Eamon, 
tying the brackets around his waist, climbed up an upright girder using 
his knees, fixed both brackets on, made his way down and walked over to 
Barry and a couple of others who were watching.  Barry spoke out 
“you're a natural wee lad”.  By the end of that week Eamon was in a new 
job. It was Helen's turn next.  Already knowing about Helen changing 
here job, Jenny asked “What are you doing now, Helen?” “A lot more now 
mummy.  When I first told you about it I was only making tea and even 
some coffee and sharpening the pencils. Now I am on the telephone 
making appointments, addressing letters and the firm are sending me one 
night a week to night classes.  Its much different than my last job, 
mummy, and a bit more money”. “That's good news, Helen, we are all 
pleased for you” Jenny said.  Clare had to bite her lip that night, as 
it was her who asked Mr Goldworth to fix Helen up with that job the 
afternoon in the café.  Not forgetting what Helen had done for her, 
back a long time ago, when Clare was very low in herself, in her first 
couple of weeks away from home. Life is good for the five young ones in 
the city.  Shifting around different parts of the city until they found 
the right house, sticking together for a very long time, not going home 
just as much now.  Dennis bought himself an ex postman's motorbike, a 
250cc, going to visit his pals in the city.  Waiting for Dennis late 
Friday night or early Saturday morning.  Like the others Dennis soon 
knew his way about Belfast. Being an ex postman's motorbike, Dennis 
often joked “its now a private postman's bike”, as he carried letters 
to Belfast and from Belfast back to the village, often carrying many 
parcels, tying them on top of his petrol tank.  On one of his trips he 
brought Sammy some interesting news.  Opening the letter Sammy read it 
out to all.  “Its to be another road race, the biggest so far, riders 
from south of the border and from the U.K.,  in three months time, a 
team of two cycles, also there will be some sponsers”.  “Who's the 
letter from?” Linda asked.  “It's from Daddy, Linda, he's the other 
half of the team” Sammy replied. Being a bit rusty Sammy and his father 
got some practice in as soon as they could.  Also being one of the 
longest races, the race was to be over three days with pit stops along 
the way and two overnight stops. Now on first name terms, Sean and Mr 
Goldworth, Harry being his christian name, both men wanted to name the 
Mill.  Different names came up nearly every day, some good some not so 
good.  Harry and Sean both were looking at Dennis as he worked seeing 
how he put his heart into his work plus a good time keeper and a 
pleasant young man to work with. Harry and Sean, with Anna's 
permission, called the Mill the B Mill to the memory of their and 
missed old friend.  Sean himself picked out the right timber, carving 
out the name in the evenings, taking his time.  The sign was noticed by 
many. They were finishing off another new building, a kiln, now drying 
their own wood, with another full-time worker, Rory, who Sean knew 
well.  It was Rory's job over the kiln.  Some boat builders wanted 
wood.  Rory was good at his work.  Harry and Sean had picked the right 
man for this job.  Both Sean and Rory had many a laugh with Harry.  
Harry came to work always well dressed with his sleeves rolled up 
trying his best to be one of the boys.  Truth be known, Harry is one of 
the best.  After school money was found for some of the local school 
children, now bagging firewood at weekends.  Sean still selling 
firewood at the weekend, he remembered when that's all he had and those 
that stood by him in different times. The B Mill was a familiar spot 
now, a land mark to many.  It was all because of that day in Belfast 
with Clare going for an early lunch. Not far from the village there 
were some cliffs.  Some people went there for a walk.  Known to many 
outside the village, it was a popular place to go at weekends.  One 
weekend it was Eamon's turn to be the hero and some others as well.  
There was some excitement going about the village one Sunday morning.  
There was talk about some young boys who were climbing down the cliffs 
after sea gulls eggs and only one made his way up again, two others 
were trapped. Sean heard about it first, lucky to find Sammy, Eamon and 
Dennis at home.  He told them what he had heard.  Sending Dennis back 
to the Bmill for the tractor and as much rope as he could find. The 
others made their way to the cliffs.  Sure enough two young boys were 
trapped and the tide was on the return.  Waiting for further help, time 
was running out.  Eamon took it on himself to climb down so far, 
shouting as he went down, listening.  Then he heard a return call 
“Help, Help, we are down here”. By now Dennis was at the cliffs turning 
the tractor around.  Sean tied the rope to the back of the tractor.  
Sammy made it to Eamon, with more rope Eamon went further down, finding 
the two young boys unharmed only frightened and cold.  Eamon tied the 
rope around the first boy calling to Sammy to pull.  Sammy took the 
slack, Dennis then drove the tractor, the first boy was soon at the 
top. The second was not as easy as the first.  It started to rain 
making the grass very slippy.  Sammy was also stuck, getting all the 
downfall of the rain.  Sammy just had to stick it out.  Some local 
fishermen were there with more rope.  Sammy was pulled up for his own 
safety. Joining all the rope together, throwing it over, Sean was now 
in fear for Eamon.  Being the lightest on the cliff edge Sammy had to 
go over once again.  The second boy got himself as far as Sammy.  With 
a wave and a shout, they were both pulled up together as the boy would 
not let go of Sammy. The boy was soaked wet, not with fresh water but 
with salt water.  Eamon was now in great danger or so anyone would 
think.  But no, not Eamon.  On his way down again Sammy met Eamon.  
With a helping hand from Sammy they were both pulled to the top.  At 
the top of the cliff Eamon spoke to the others saying what a way to 
spend a Sunday. Sean didn't know how to answer that.  Looking at his 
son, the only thought Sean had on his mind was that his son had put 
away his toys, he was now a man, a brave one at that.  A change of 
clothes and hot meal were waiting for all.  But Sammy and Eamon had not 
much time for such luxuries as it was Bill's turn to take both the 
young men back to Belfast.  Back to reality and an early start in the 
morning for both, heroes for a day only. Dennis was making his way to 
Belfast once a month, now finding himself another interest, not telling 
anyone just yet.  Dennis said to the others that it was his work that 
kept him away.  Eamon and Sammy had bought it hook line and sinker, 
believing Dennis, but the girls were different.  Even Dennis's 
motorbike was looking much cleaner than usual.  Anna also found a new 
interest, not the same as her son's.  Anna was now driving a motorcar 
for the very first time and was soon to pass the test, a first timer at 
that. Only a month away before the big race, Sammy and his father, like 
many others, were now practicing as much as they could.  Even going 
over as much of the racing roads and other parts of the course that lay 
ahead of them.  The weather being kind that week before the race, now 
all the riders were doing was last minute checks on their bikes, 
waiting for further news or any changes, a nervous time for them. All 
lined up, ready for the off, the first lot of racers were watching for 
the red flag to drop.  Bill was to go first as planned.  That's it 
their off.  No wind that day, which made it a bit easier on the riders 
as a good start was very important.  Bill could keep a steady speed up 
for a long time. Changing over in the late afternoon, Bill held a good 
position.  Sammy was now on his way, non-stop riding until early that 
evening.  Sammy was ready for this race, only getting a wet sponge from 
time to time, a bottle of water clipped on to the bike.  Sammy covered 
a lot of ground in such a short time.  Bill and Sammy were now in with 
a very good chance of winning. The second day, same as before, Bill was 
on his way holding his own.  By now there was more interest in the 
race, more watching and also a lot of journalists were there taking 
note of who might win.  Bill only making one pit stop that day, waiting 
for him there were his wife and daughter.  Linda had a light salad 
ready for her father.  In less than an hour Bill set off again.  With a 
slight lump in his throat, Bill could not remember to himself the last 
time he was as happy or as proud of all his family and friends. Also 
that day Sammy taking his turn in a pit stop, waiting for him was 
Dennis, stretching his legs and getting some fruit.  Dennis was looking 
at Sammy pushing himself harder than ever before.  Sammy then asked 
Dennis “how do I look, Dennis?” “Same as always” Dennis answered.  
Laughing, Sammy said “that will do”.  Not seeing Sammy so pumped up 
before, Dennis was really stuck for words.  He then told Sammy that 
they were about tenth now and some of the other riders did not stop.  
Without delay Sammy was on his way not stopping until that evening. 
Meeting up with the others that night, the bikes got some needed 
attention, as did their riders.  Being the last night, some tight 
lipped plans were made by nearly all the racers.  Sticking to their 
plans, Bill was first off again only by now they all knew their 
positions.  Gaining a little more than before Bill looking very tired 
did better than he thought, being well placed.  It was now down to his 
son. The weather staying good up to now soon was to change.  A couple 
of heavy showers to start with soon it rained for nearly an hour 
non-stop.  Taking a right hand corner, Sammy saw the first two victims 
of the race.  Wet roads and some loose gravel, two riders were down and 
out of the race. Helping the two racers were some student nurses, one 
of them being Cathy.  Seeing Sammy coming her eyes lit up, not know he 
was doing so well.  with great excitement, Cathy lifted her right hand, 
opening it, telling Sammy he now was fifth.  Nodding his head back to 
Cathy, Sammy pushed himself pass his own limits. Not much further ahead 
another racer was down with one badly grazed knee.  He waved Sammy on 
with blood coming from an elbow, another cut.  Sammy was now fourth 
with Eamon now waiting ahead at a pit stop. A dry towel, a ready peeled 
orange and fresh water were waiting for Sammy.  Very little was said 
here.  Sammy sat down.  Eamon dried the saddle of the bike and checked 
the tyres.  Within fifteen minutes Sammy was gone again.  By now Bill 
and all the supporters made their way to the finish line, waiting. 
Staying behind his fellow riders for some time, Sammy saw an opening 
and over took.  Now two more to go.  Catching up with the other two was 
not so hard but staying with them was a different story.  Another heavy 
shower came, not slowing Sammy down, or the other two.  Not know just 
how far they would have got in this race, the biggest of its kind, 
Sammy being very tired and sore now had a weak spell. Looking over his 
shoulder, Sammy could see the other bike was gaining on him.  He had 
been going to settle for third but this changed his mind very quickly 
as it could be fifth or sixth.  Sammy pushed on, now in second place, 
finding it hard to hold, for some time. It was the crowd that kept 
Sammy going as most of the village were now cheering for him, and many 
others.  With only a mile and a half left, Sammy had to make his move, 
soon, very soon.  Shouting at the top of their voices, nearly being 
heard in the next county, were Dennis and Eamon.  This gave Sammy just 
a little bit more strength.  In the last half mile Sammy had done it, 
now in the lead. Getting closer to the finish line Sammy gave it his 
very best knowing he could not hold out much longer.  His name was 
called out by so many “go on Sammy Boy”.  Finding a little more courage 
and strength, Sammy did it, just about, he won the race. The crowd 
gathered around him calling out his name.  Soon Dennis and Eamon lifted 
him in the air.  Then came Bill's turn, with more helping, father and 
son were both being carried up for the prize.  Poor Sammy could not 
talk, he left that to his father.  Staying there for some time before 
going home another surprise was waiting back at the village, a party 
was given to Bill and Sammy at the local hall. It was at this party 
Dennis brought along with him his girl friend.  Her name was Mary.  
Anna was so happy as many others were, for only his first girl friend, 
Dennis found true love.  Being the same for Mary, she too found true 
love with her first boy friend.  Getting on so well with everyone, both 
Dennis and Mary were seen many times after that night.  Finding 
themselves at another party not that far away as they got married at an 
early age. Not the same for Eamon and Sammy as both these young men had 
itchy feet.  Wanting to see the world, soon it was for one of them, not 
known to him just yet. Not long after the race a knock came to the door 
in Belfast.  It was Clare that answered only to see Anna and Cathy.  
“Come on in” Clare said  “Look who came to visit us” Clare said to the 
others.  “Take a wee chair, you too Cathy” Helen said “This is a nice 
visit”.  Making her way over to put the tea pot on, Helen asked “were 
yous out spending you hard earned money on shopping?” “Goodness no 
Helen, not this time” answered Anna.  I've got myself a job  full-time 
teaching once more.  Its about half way from home to Belfast, starting 
next week.  Clare gave Anna a quick kiss on the cheek “good on you 
Anna” she then said, as the others followed.  Eamon shook Anna's hand, 
saying to Anna “will you stay the night Anna?  I'm sure Dennis can 
easily boil an egg by now” laughing. Not giving Anna any time to answer 
the rest joined in.  “Aye, surely” Anna soon replied.  “What about you 
Cathy, why do we have the pleasure of your company?” Helen asked.  
“It's my turn in college now to study for nursing, about six months to 
start with”.  Being a wee bit shy, Cathy then asked  “is it alright if 
I stay here for a wee while?”  “Is it alright?” Helen repeated what 
Cathy had just said.  “Where's your bags Cathy?” Helen asked.  “Out in 
the car, Helen” Cathy answered.  “Come on, lets bring them in, you can 
share my room with me”  “Thanks Helen” Cathy answered. “Come on, let us 
celebrate our new housemate and Anna's new job” Sammy said  “lets paint 
this town red tonight”.  “Aye surely” Eamon said and that's what they 
all did.  Being in town that night they met up with a workmate of 
Eamon's.  His name was Martie.  Being from Belfast himself Martie 
enjoyed showing them around the city.  Martie was a very carefree 
person, getting on with everyone.  Almost guaranteed fun and some good 
crack, as Martie would put it in his own words.  Eamon asked Martie at 
the end of that evening would he like to come home with him some 
weekend.  “Not the same sort of night life as here” Eamon said “but 
still we will find something to do, Martie”. Martie answered “alright 
Eamon, I'll take you up on that, thanks”.  Not expecting so soon, 
Martie was going home for the weekend with Eamon and the others for 
Sammy got word that his father had something for him. At Sammy's house, 
waiting for him, was a letter all the way from London.  Bill had a good 
idea what it was, he knew it would be only a matter of time for 
something like this to come.  For Bill with his sharp eye and quick 
Brain, still with all the excitement during the big race some weeks 
back.  Now Bill had his own scouts out, looking for the bigger scouts 
from overseas. That's what the letter was all about.  Sammy waited 
until his father was there before opening the letter.  “What do you 
think about this daddy?”  Sammy passed the letter to his father.  Being 
careful with his answer, Bill replied to Sammy “that's really good son, 
but think about it first, it's a big move.  I'll get in touch with them 
first to see if we can get a better deal”.  “Alright daddy” Sammy 
answered back  “I'll leave it to you then”. The next morning, Sammy, 
Eamon and Martie had arranged to meet up with Dennis at the top of the 
rocky.  At a side road near the top of the rocky here Dennis had left 
his motorbike with a dead rabbit hanging over a fence. With their usual 
whistle call Dennis came up behind the others.  “Townies” he said to 
them “you're slipping up, Sammy and Eamon”.  For what they were going 
to do that day was all very new to Martie. Eamon laughed at Dennis, 
saying “you'll never change Dennis, this here is Martie”.  “What about 
you?” Martie said to Dennis. “Not bad, not bad at all” Dennis replied.  
“Here” he said “say hello to Digger” holding a small sack in his hands. 
 “Who's digger then?” said Martie. Opening the sack to show Martie, 
Dennis said “this is Digger”.  “What is that?” as Martie jumped back.  
It's a ferret Eamon said, you'll see soon why he is here.  Off hunting 
they went, first couple of rabbit burrows no luck, then Martie saw just 
why digger was with them. Now midday, being such a good morning 
hunting, all carrying a pair of rabbits each.  Martie asked why did 
they call the ferret digger.  All three laughed.  Eamon answered that 
his name was digger because we often had to dig him out, not coming 
back to us at first.  We often spend more time digging for him than 
hunting. Dennis then took them over to an old orchard, eating apples 
and sharing a bottle of water that Dennis brought with him.  Sammy then 
told the others of his news.  “What are you going to do Sam?”  Dennis 
asked.  Just wait for now, that's all, before I decide on what to do.  
This was a bit of a shock to Eamon and Dennis knowing that Sam would 
most likely take the offer. Watching Dennis starting to clean out the 
rabbits and watching how he caught them, Martie said to them all “if 
ever I was out on an island by itself I hope there would be someone 
like you, Dennis, nearby.  For Dennis really knew how to survive in the 
bush.  Both Eamon and Sammy agreed on that.  Martie then asked if he 
could see the cliffs as Eamon had told him about them.  “Wait until 
tomorrow, Martie” Eamon said  “by the time we get back Martie it will 
be too late”.  “Tomorrow” Martie said joking, “I'm sure they will still 
be there”. Going to the cliffs Sammy and the others meet up with some 
others from the village, talking for some time to them, they were going 
to play a game of soccer in the afternoon.  At the cliffs Dennis showed 
Martie just what had happened, where Eamon was and Sammy.  Martie 
smiled and shook his head looking down at the cliffs.  “That's no 
surprise to me”, he said to Dennis.  “Don't know much about Sammy, but 
Eamon I do know about.  I'm a rigger myself on the ground working with 
Eamon and the other steel erectors.  There are not many left like 
them”. The rest of the afternoon was spent playing soccer.  Dennis only 
playing the first half, as he went back to his own house to prepare 
some food, yesterday's rabbit.  Here with the others, all enjoying the 
company of each other and the food, Dennis Eamon and Sammy must have 
known somehow but without saying anything about it.  For that was the 
last time the three best friends were to spend together for a very long 
time to come. Within three weeks Sammy had now made up his mind on what 
to do, going home one Friday afternoon by himself.  His father did get 
him a better deal.  Finishing off college first and a job after, if 
Sammy had passed all his exams.  Also riding for one of the top bicycle 
clubs in England.  Linda came home from work that evening, only to find 
Sammy had gone home without telling anyone.  That's just how Sammy was, 
never wanting any fuss or being questioned on what his plans were.  
Those who knew Samny clearly understood his ways. Catching a very quick 
bite to eat and a wash, Linda wasted no time in order to catch the last 
bus home.  The others had a gut feeling on what was going on but waited 
patiently for the return of either Sammy or Linda for further news. 
Late on Sunday night Linda returned by herself to find everyone was 
waiting for her.  Helen spoke first “All right Linda?”  “Yes Helen, 
thanks”.  “Here” Helen said, “a wee bit of supper.  How is everyone 
back home, Linda?” waiting for Linda to break the news. “All fine back 
home” Linda answered.  “Sammy will be here tomorrow night, that will be 
his last night in Belfast.  You all know how he is, so he wants all of 
us to go to the pictures together”.  Eamon said “No bother”.  “Looking 
forward to that, Helen” Clare and Cathy answered.  It was a sleepless 
night, that night.  Sammy's leaving was taken hard.  Others had already 
left the village and gone away, far away, as far as Australia, but 
Sammy's leaving was the first out of this bunch.  The others were a 
little frightened.  They all knew this was only the start.  Who was 
next?. Enjoying the late night at the pictures, now all going to get 
fish and chips, talking about old times, some good and others not so 
good.  Eamon started joking about the funnier times, some Linda and the 
others knew nothing about.  All taken in good banter as Sammy had some 
of his own to tell.  Eamon and Sammy started on each other, Eamon went 
first saying to Sammy “have you all your pencils sharpened, Sammy and a 
red apple for your new teacher?” Sammy turned to Eamon and said “Eamon, 
there's only two things to remember about a steel erector”.  “What?” 
answered Eamon “Tell us”.  “One is never look down, the other is pay 
day is on Fridays”.  Breaking out in laughter all of them, it was to be 
a night to be remembered. At breakfast the next morning, all eating 
very little, going back to work a little early, all but Sammy for he 
was already gone. Not going home for some time now, early one Saturday 
morning a knock came to the door in Belfast.  Eamon answered only to 
find his father and Mr Goldworth there with a brand new tractor and 
trailer.  “Townies” Sean said to Eamon “What time do you call this to 
be getting up at?”  Eamon answered, joking “Early Daddy, that's what 
time it is”.  Showing Eamon and the others by now the new tractor and 
trailer, the first to be parked outside this door.  It was the best 
that money could buy.  It was more like one of the larger trucks on the 
road than a tractor. Helen soon had a fry on for all with Clare setting 
the table.  Being the youngest poor Cathy had to make a quick dash to 
the shops for fresh bread and milk.  Not staying too long Sean and Mr 
Goldworth had one more stop to make to pick up some new saws.  Then 
they were going to catch up in from of the tractor before the traffic 
got bad, Saturday shoppers. Eamon was to have the last laugh with Helen 
and Clare, for Eamon was to have the privilege of driving the tractor 
home.  With a long way to go, Eamon was soon on his way.  Many noticed 
him as he went on his journey home.  The B Mill was doing very well 
now.  Sean tried to get Eamon to stay on for some time but Eamon's 
answer was no.  “Maybe later on Daddy” he said, as Eamon was now making 
plans of his own. While shopping one day in town Clare and Cathy 
spotted Dennis and Mary.  After talking for some time, Clare and Mary 
started to talk about something different.  Dennis said very said very 
little, being a bit shy on these matters.  Mary lifter her hand and 
broke the news “Look Clare and Cathy, look at my ring!”  Dennis and 
Mary had just got engaged.  Congratulations” Clare and Cathy said to 
Mary and Dennis with a quick kiss on the cheek to both Mary and Dennis. 
 Mary thanked them both for, for Dennis, he was stuck for words. “Wait 
till Eamon hears about this” Cathy said “he's back at the house, come 
on let us tell him.  Trying to get out of it, Dennis wanted to tell the 
others later on, but Clare, Cathy and Mary where all for going back to 
the house.  They did go back and stayed the night and the next night 
also. Dennis had his own reason for wanting to tell Eamon as he was 
going to ask Eamon to be his best man.  Gladly Eamon accepted, there 
was no need to ask, it was a great honour for Eamon. Eamon's plans had 
to take a back seat for some time, as Barry and the others had other 
plans.  They were all going south to Dublin to work for about six weeks 
or so at the end of this week.  Both Martie and Eamon were glad as 
neither had been so far south before, a couple of trips to Donegal in 
summer.  That's as far south as they had got. The first couple of weeks 
went well, working hard, the job was near the city centre.  The third 
week was a little different.  Half way through the week, looking up at 
the clear sky for the second night running, already Eamon and his work 
mates knew there worst enemy was not far away.  Frost was not far away, 
one of the few times a steel erector can't work. This gave Martie and 
Eamon some time to look around a different city, not knowing they were 
going to have two weeks to do so, not as good with lighter pockets, as 
Martie and Eamon found out.  One more day of frost, then the weather 
changed again, this time rain.  Soon they were all back at work, only 
the job was to be a further three weeks at least, all agreeing to go 
home when the job was fully finished. After nearly three months working 
in Dublin, back in Belfast Eamon found another change in the house, 
Linda was gone.  Like her father, Linda was going to be a solicitor and 
had now got a job with a law firm down in the County Down. Dennis and 
Mary had now set a date for their wedding, great excitement for both 
their families and friends.  Anna was so proud of Dennis now working 
full-time, about to marry his long time girlfriend also getting on so 
well with Mary herself.  They were going to live with Anna.  That was 
the best of all for Anna, she herself said she had gained a daughter. 
The wedding was in Mary's village, a good day for all, everything going 
to plan.  Many turned out for the big day, all but Sammy.  Eamon read 
out a telegram after the dinner, it was from Sammy.  “Sorry I cant be 
with yous Dennis and Mary on such a big day for yous both, but my 
thoughts and happiness are with yous both.  Much luck to yous, hope to 
see yous sometime.  I had my very first fall off a bike, not too bad, 
but enough to keep me in bed for a couple of weeks.  Regards to all at 
home.  Love Sammy” Some weeks after the wedding Eamon found himself 
either by himself or spending more time with his work mate Martie from 
Belfast who was turning out to be a very good friend.  Working in 
Dublin gave both the young men itchy feet, they spoke about going away 
to work. As time went on that's what they did.  Work was now running 
out in Belfast, Barry gave the lads a couple of addresses to go to in 
London.  “Too much concrete, glass and brick panels now-a-days” Barry 
told Eamon “Making life hard for the likes of us boys” as he and all of 
their work mates gave Eamon and Martie a good send off. Spending a week 
back home, Eamon worked in the Bmill for a day, working alongside 
Dennis.  Sean knew somehow but without ever saying it to anyone, in 
Sean's heart it was only a matter of time before Eamon would cross the 
salt water.  Talking to Harry, Sean said “Look at Eamon working, Harry, 
who knows what's in front of him?”  Harry answered, knowing Sean was a 
little upset  “Life is not black and white Sean that's how she goes 
boy” and carried on working. Sailing out of Belfast in the afternoon on 
the ship the two young men were very nervous.  They started talking to 
one of the crewmembers, a tall man, he also lived not far from Belfast, 
as he pointed out when the ship went passed where he lived.  A good 
humoured man, he gave Martie a nudge with his elbow, saying, with a 
smile on his face “give a wee wave to the missus and wee ones, they 
will be looking out” as Martie did so anyhow. Further on their way they 
talked again to the same man, now all three were on first name terms.  
Eamon asked Gavin was he always a sailor.  Gavin replied “Aye surely, 
No nothing else as yet anyhow”.  He then said he had a week's leave 
after this trip and was going to work on his own boat.  Both Martie and 
Eamon found it was easy to talk to Gavin, knowing that Gavin had 
travelled so much of his life.  Martie asked Gavin what was it like to 
own a boat. “Not bad, its alright” Gavin said joking “the two best days 
of owning a boat is the first day you buy her and the day you sell 
her”.  Eamon and Martie laughed as Gavin also did.  Eamon then said “do 
you think we are in for a good crossing, Gavin?”  Looking at the two 
young men, Gavin thought before he answered.  “Not bad lads, the wind 
is off the land, if I were yous I would be gong further astern, back 
there” Gavin pointed out “there will be a little more shelter there.  
I'll have to go back to work now lads, all the best to yous both on 
your travels”.  “And to you, Gavin” Eamon and Martie answered.  Gavin 
was right, the wind was off the land but which land he never said so as 
not to worry the lads. Looking and feeling a little worse for wear, 
still Martie found the funny side of life.  Making their way to a train 
station, Martie joked that he had left his supper somewhere back in the 
Irish Sea.  Eamon laughed and replied to Martie “I know just what you 
mean, Martie, as my own supper is also floating about the Irish Sea”. 
Arriving in London late that night, first thing to do was to find 
somewhere to stay.  First looking at a couple of bed-sits, not knowing 
just expensive they were, the lads kept looking until they found some 
digs.  At their very first breakfast in London the lads knew just how 
good the digs they got were, run by a husband and wife who were from 
Donegal but had lived in London most of their lives. With a fully belly 
in them and a place to stay, the lads were off to a good day, only to 
get better.  By that evening they got the start – a choice of two jobs, 
as Barry's contacts were solid.  They took the closest one to the digs, 
as this type of travelling was new to Martie and Eamon, now going to 
work by train only to catch another train. As the weekend got closer 
Eamon was now making arrangements to meet up with Sammy.  What a 
greeting Sammy gave to Eamon and Martie on Sunday morning!  “What about 
yous” Sammy said approaching his mates, giving Martie a solid 
handshake, then Eamon's turn followed with a couple of light slaps on 
the back.  “Tell me some news of home and how is everyone keeping and 
what about Dennis?” catching his breath. Making their way over to a 
nearby café, Eamon filled Sammy with all the latest news, not that 
there was much, but Sammy wanted to hear it anyway.  Sammy then showed 
his mates around London, what Sammy knew, by car, now doing very well 
for himself.  Sammy also still racing and was well known around 
different parts of the city. Staying in the same digs for nearly two 
months, now Sammy, Martie and Eamon were to share the middle of a three 
story house, once again for Eamon and Sammy only this time it was in 
London and not Belfast.  Moving in to the house was to change Martie's 
life and that of one other person who was already there.  Work was 
going good for all three.  The jobs Eamon and Martie were working on 
were much bigger than before, much to the lads likely, as there were 
more machines and now more money to be made. Another race for Sammy was 
not far away.  Lending a hand, Eamon and Martie found themselves very 
busy, time never went so fast for them.  The race took place in the 
early hours of the morning, ending early in the afternoon, right 
through the middle of the city.  Out of nearly 100 racers in all, Sammy 
came third, very well pleased with the result.  The media were there 
taking interviews with the riders, and pictures.  Eamon and Martie 
managed to get their photos taken as well, sending them back home, 
which also made good souvenirs. Back in Belfast there also were many 
changes.  First Clare was now working as a part-time teacher only to 
find a full time position in Scotland later on that year.  Both Clarie 
and Linda were already planning to help Helen, knowing that Helen would 
most likely move out of the house and go back to a bed-sit by herself. 
As the weekend was getting closer, Claire was going to talk to Helen.  
Breaking the news to Helen after dinner one night this is how Claire 
did it.  “Going home this weekend Helen?” Claire asked.  “Not sure just 
yet, Claire, a couple of wee jobs to do, I have been putting them off 
now for some time.  Are you going home Claire?” Helen answered.  “I am 
Helen and I was hoping you would come with me, Linda will also be going 
home.” Helen then looked at her sister and said “what have yous been 
cooking up?”  “Nothing Helen but I do want to talk to you about 
something important.”  “All right, tell me then Claire”.  “You know I 
will be leaving soon Helen and I was hoping you would stay on here at 
this house, only this time you Helen will be the Landlady by buying it 
yourself and you know there is always someone looking for a room.  This 
will help pay your loan back in no time at all Helen. Helen stood up 
and said “who, me?” with surprise in her voice.  “Yes you Helen, who 
else is in the room?” Claire answered softly.  Nothing was said for a 
couple of seconds, then Helen said, showing a little more interest in 
what Claire had just said, “Just how much would a house like this cost 
anyhow?” “Houses like this are going for £1,800 just now Helen” Claire 
said. With a smile on her face Helen then said, “I see you have been 
doing your homework, as always, Claire.  Now tell me just how I would 
go about it”.  Answering Helen's questions Claire told her sister 
everything she would need to know, also that Linda would do all the 
legal work.  By the end of that evening, Helen decided that she would 
buy the house. The apple not falling far from its branch, Linda got the 
price of the house down a little, also getting Helen a good deal on her 
loan.  Joking, Linda said herself, “A sure it's as safe as houses”.  By 
now Helen had bought herself a house and was maybe the youngest 
landlady in town. On her last visit home, Claire and Anna went for a 
meal, this being Claire's treat, a way of saying thank you to Anna plus 
a goodbye.  After the meal Anna took Claire for a short drive.  Going 
into a town Anna stopped the car at a set of traffic lights, with about 
six cars behind Anna's.  A police motorcyclist pulled up alongside Anna 
and he gently tapped the window.  First thing on Anna's mind was that 
she had done something wrong.  As she wound down her window, the 
policeman spoke to Anna.  He said, “I like your sticker on you back 
windscreen, good for you Missus”.  Just then the traffic lights changed 
to green, and the police motorcyclist took off. Following behind him 
with a slight breath of relief before having a good giggle, Anna knew 
and Claire knew what the sticker read.  It read, “I may be slow and old 
but I am paid for and I am still in front of you”.  It was a good way 
of finishing off the afternoon, as Claire was gone the next morning to 
start her new life in Scotland. Going into his third year in London, 
Sammy was now making new plans, wanting to travel either to South 
Africa or Canada, as there was good work to be got in either of the two 
countries.  Eamon knew whatever Sammy said he would back it up.  Both 
the young men spent many an evening talking about travelling and that 
it would be good if both went together.  But for now Eamon was doing 
very well, it was a very big change for him in London.  He could nearly 
pick and choose his own jobs with Martie by his side. Getting news back 
from Canada, Sammy was well pleased with another new job and a new 
challenge, that's how Sammy saw things, still trying his best to get 
Eamon to come along with him.  Eamon said to Sammy one night “you go 
first, and if I change my mind at a later time, I know you will always 
be there for me Sammy”. Staying on for a few more weeks in London, 
Sammy, Eamon and Martie went to Wales for a long weekend.  After a good 
weekend in Wales, the same week Sammy went back home to N. Ireland, 
staying home for a week or so.  Sammy had his suitcase packed once 
more.  It was his father who drove him to the airport for another 
goodbye. Only getting used to Sammy's departure it was now Martie's 
turn, as Eamon and Sammy knew well it would not take too long.  For 
Martie was now doing a very steady line with a girl from Co Tyrone who 
was sharing the ground floor with some other girls.  Both Martie and 
Maggie wanted to go back home, with the few bob they had saved, it was 
enough for them to get started.  Maggie was a hairdresser and already 
had a job lined up back in Co Tyrone.  Martie was also making plans for 
work back home and a place to stay for himself and his new wife to be. 
By himself for a few weeks in the flat, Eamon found new flatmates, 
staying on for another five months, only to find himself knocking on 
the door of the very first house he stayed at in London.  Here Eamon 
found it was home from home, enjoying homemade food once more and the 
company of the Donegal family.  It was here that Eamon got his 
invitation to Martie's and Maggie's wedding later on that year. This 
was a good excuse for Eamon to go home for, after all this time in 
London, Eamon now had a touch of home sickness.  Buying an ex-council 
van Eamon was now making his way up north to Scotland, as he had 
arranged to meet Claire.  After a week at Claire's they both went back 
home together.  That was maybe the fastest week ever in Eamon's life 
and also Claire's, it was also to be the last time they would see each 
other again for many a year to come. Back home Eamon was having the 
time of his life, cash in his back pocket and driving around in his 
van.  Martie's wedding went off very well.  Once again the two found 
themselves back working together in Belfast.  It was almost like 
turning the clock back, not only was Eamon back in Belfast working 
alongside Martie, but he also was staying with his oldest sister Helen 
once again and paying rent to Helen. A year had gone by now and once 
more Eamon was going to travel, this time a lot further than England, 
it was to be America.  To finish off that summer Eamon worked at the B 
Mill much to his father's liking.  Eamon and Dennis caught up with old 
times, spending a couple of weekends doing what the did as young boys.  
One day driving back home after a day in the fields, with another 
digger and a couple of rabbits, Eamon passed the keys to Dennis.  
“Here, you drive Dennis” he said “and you can hold on to them mate as 
they are no good to me.  Call it a departing gift”.  Dennis replied 
“Thanks Eamon.  Its no big secret now Eamon, you know there is an 
American party for you.  Its at my house, none of the girls would let 
you go without a good send off, so act surprised, Eamon.  Eamon 
answered “No bother, thanks Dennis, in two weeks time from now a man 
doesn't know where he will be.  Eamon wondering to himself was he doing 
the right thing.  Dennis could see this, with no time to waste he joked 
on how could be drive the van. Putting the last plank ever up on the 
saw bench, Eamon said “that will do rightly”, then making his way over 
to say his goodbyes to his fellow workers.  Dennis, with a smile on his 
face, said to Eamon “Call round tonight about eight, Eamon, will you”.  
Eamon replied “No bother, Dennis, I'll do that” with a grin on him.  
Before getting to the gates a shout came out “Wait for me, wait!”  It 
was Sean, Eamon's wee brother, working part-time at the B Mill, the two 
brothers walked home together in no rush at all. At Dennis's that 
evening the party was well on the way.  Many from the village came also 
Martie and Maggie.  Near the end of the evening Dennis approached Eamon 
 “Come outside Eamon” Denis said “let's catch some air”.  Starting to 
walk around the house Dennis showed Eamon his old motorbike.  Eamon saw 
just how clean it was and passed a good remark on it to Dennis.  
Standing looking at the motor bike, Eamon was in for a bit of a shock 
catching him by surprise, for what Dennis was to do and say next. 
Reaching into his pocket, Dennis with one hundred and fifty dollars in 
his hand, put it into the top pocket of Eamon's jacket.  Eamon made a 
grab for Dennis's hand saying “there's no need for that Dennis, I'm 
alright for money, but thanks anyway”. Dennis replied back in a much 
stronger voice “keep it Eamon, don't you dare” then saying “I owe you 
Eamon much more and Sammy as well.  I remember that day of the fire and 
what yous both did for me.  Your nights away from home, Eamon, it could 
not have been easy on you.  If I could give you more I would and if 
ever I could do more I would, Eamon”. Eamon stood still for a couple of 
seconds looking at Dennis.  He then said to Dennis “I would do the very 
same again, wouldn't change a thing.  The two went back indoors to 
enjoy the rest of the party.  Very little was said, for Eamon was gone 
the next evening. Dennis was to prove what he had said, how he would 
help Eamon, not knowing then, he was to prove it some years away from 
that very night. The first week in America was a new experience for 
Eamon, not like in London, no Sammy or Martie or Barry's contacts for 
that matter either.  Still Eamon soldiered on, as he always did, making 
his own path for himself.  Soon finding work for himself, staying with 
the same firm for over two years, not going home on his second year. 
Sending home a two-way ticket and some cash, in his own words, on the 
back of an Xmas card, Eamon wrote “Yous can draw names out of a hat for 
the winner, best of luck, love Eamon”.  It was Helen who won the draw, 
the first couple of nights in America Helen would always remember. The 
welcome she received by Eamon and followed by all the questions Eamon 
had, for example “how is so-and-so doing, do you Helen mind the night 
in Belfast and so on.  Helen, of course, was only too pleased to 
answer.  Three weeks in all Helen stayed.  Back at home, giving out 
many parcels to all the family and telling everyone just how much of a 
good time she had.  Jenny asked Helen “Was it very expensive over there 
Helen?”  With a lovely smile on her face, Helen answered back to her 
mother “I can not tell you that mummy, as Eamon would not let me put my 
hand in my pocket at any time, nearly bringing home as much money as I 
left with, mummy”.  Sean overheard what was said before going over to 
refill his cup with fresh tea, giving his glasses a clean first. Moving 
upstate a bit, Eamon was about to start on a new job, his very first 
bridge.  Joining up with two other steel erectors, one of them was a 
real cowboy at heart, his father owned a cattle ranch away up in North 
Dakota.  Bud was his name.  He was often asked why he was not at the 
ranch.  He joked back answering “I've seen the ranch and its not going 
anywhere”.  The other new workmate was a Native American, an apache.  
His name was John Cloud or Running John or as he mostly was called 
Geronimo.  This was Eamon's most dangerous job he had ever worked on, 
catching all the wind, as there was very little shelter, building a 
bridge over a wide river. One weekend all the workers went home as the 
job was closed down for a short time due to very bad weather.  Being in 
the right place for Eamon's new interest  - music, Jazz music, starting 
to go to many of the clubs.  Then taking it a little further, Eamon 
soon took up lessons in playing the trumpet. As it turned out, Eamon 
played pretty good, getting a break one Sunday afternoon, he was asked 
to stand in to play in a band outside a café.  This becoming a regular 
fixture for many a Sunday to come.  Happy with pocket money from a hat 
left at the door plus a good dinner, thinking to himself on his way 
home one night, what more could a man ask for.  The very same evening, 
in his second or third letter a year Eamon wrote to his family, telling 
them how he passed his Sundays away from home. Approaching four years 
in America, now the bridge was almost finished.  With a good bonus at 
the end of the job plus a steady few dollars saved, Eamon's thoughts 
were of home.  With all this money now Eamon could buy nearly any house 
back in Co Antrim and a little left over.  Talking to Running John 
about his plans, Running John had much the same idea for himself.  
Knowing much about horses, this is what Running John was going to do, 
to buy and sell horses. Neither of their plans was to be, for all 
three, Eamon, Bud and Running John and some others were asked to stay 
on.  As there was to be another bridge to be built further up river, 
not just as big as the one they had just finished, but all agreeing to 
do so anyhow. The other bridge had already started but it would be at 
least a month before any steel erectors would be needed, so once more 
like the others, Bud went home to the ranch, as for Eamon and Running 
John, they stayed around.  It was only the second time for Eamon to 
take in some of the sights, the last time was when Helen was over some 
years back.  Eamon made up for it, as Running John knew of so many 
places to see.  It was good to share all of this with such good 
company, not remembering the last time that Eamon had as much fun. The 
short vacation soon came to an end, it was back to work once again.  
Turning out to be just as hard to build as the larger bridge and as 
dangerous, seeing many accidents before sadly also some deaths, there 
was to be another accident to happen, with only a couple seeing it. 
Finishing work one Friday evening Bud was in front crossing a narrow 
beam as usual, only this time a sudden gust of wind came knocking Bud 
off his balance, causing him to fall.  Holding on with one arm with no 
safety nets below him, Bud was in serious trouble.  Eamon saw what had 
happened, nearly getting caught out himself. Making a safety rope out 
of an old sling, Eamonn got as close as he could to Bud.  With one hand 
only Bud got it around him just in time, as he could not hold on any 
longer.  Eamon took the full force of Bud dropping.  It was Running 
John who came to both men's rescue as he pulled Bud to safety.  Bud was 
never as frightened in his life, shaking badly, still in shock.  Eamon 
also was in shock but of the two he was in more pain by hurting his 
shoulder taking all of Bud's weight when he could not hold on any 
longer.  On the ground Bud asked Eamon and Running John not to say 
anything just yet.  There was no need to as they all looked out for 
each other anyhow. Two weeks soon passed, still not a whole lot better, 
Bud called it a day.  Thanking Eamon and Running John once again, 
saying to both men to call on him sometime as the door of his house 
would always be open to them both.  The job was not the same for Eamon 
or running John as before but they all knew too well there's not place 
for a steel erector who has lost his nerve on any job with steel. Very 
near the end of their second bridge, once again there was much talk 
among all the men.  Some were going home, to all parts of the world, 
some wanted to stay on, as that's all they knew, going from job to job, 
it was their way of life.  Eamon and Running John, like others, were 
going home.  Working hard, saving money, hoping to live out some of 
their dreams, if only it was that easy, as in life plans don't always 
go as planned. One day on their way home from work, Running John and 
Eamonn were to come across a robbery of a pay van.  Catching them all 
by surprise, panic started.  One of the robbers went for Eamon, just 
reacting, a scuffle started between them all. Eamon was getting the 
better of the scuffle, soon to come to a sudden end, as Running John 
was the only one to see what happened next.  Hit over the back of the 
head with the handle of a gun, Eamon dropped to the ground, out for the 
count.  A policeman then came running, shouting out to stand still, as 
the other part of the gang still carried on taking money out of the 
back of the van.  He then fired a warning shot in the air, “give it up, 
stand still” shouting once again.  Taking no notice of him another gang 
member stood out from behind a pillar.  He then shot the policeman 
right in the chest.  Falling to the ground, he fired again as cool as a 
breeze, he then gave orders to the rest of the gang to make sure they 
leave nothing behind. As Running John was the only one left standing he 
too was hit on the back of the head.  If all that was not bad enough, 
what the gunman did next was to change Eamon's and Running John's life. 
 He put his gun in Eamon's hand and another in Running John's hand.  
Then he opened a bag of money throwing it around.  A getaway car drove 
up within seconds.  They all got in and drove off, the last that was 
ever heard of them, a planned robbery to the last. Waking up in a 
police cell with a mighty sore head, it was a good half hour before 
Eamon came to.   Not knowing how he even go to a police station, 
looking around to see if Running John was also in with him.  Starting 
to remember little by little what had happened, Eamon realised why here 
ant not a hospital.  He then asked a silly question to one of the 
prisoners “Why am I here, sure I done nothing?” It was some time before 
he got a reply, after much laughter from the other prisoners.  “Why man 
we are all just waiting here for the next bus just like you” a fellow 
prisoner said, followed by more laughter. Being held for four more 
days, being questioned many times by the police Eamon could hardly 
believe just what was happening to him at this time.  In his sixth day 
more bad news was to come, the policeman had died that night in 
hospital, badly wounded, he was unable to talk.  This was only to start 
for Eamon and Running John.  For now they were being held for robbery 
and murder of a policeman.  Not knowing what to do for himself or 
Running John, just going over the same story over and over, time was 
running out. Three weeks had passed now, the court was to be held for 
Eamon and Running John.  This was the only time that Eamon saw Running 
John since that sorry day. By now Eamon knew they were going to do 
time, as the other prisoners had put him in the big picture.  Near the 
entrance of the court running John was waiting with two guards.  First 
thing Eamon noticed was Running John had his long hair cut also his 
face had aged. What Eamon did next and what he said took them all by a 
big surprise, Running John seeing the funny side of it in the years to 
come.  Lifting his handcuffed hands, Eamon gave Running John a slight 
slap on the back of the head followed by the words “First to whack 
you!”  The guards looked at Eamon as did Running John.  Nothing was 
said to him but this was Eamon's way of facing what was in front of him 
that day. The day got longer and longer until late that evening both 
getting long term jail sentences, life or no shorter than twenty-three 
years each.  Not knowing just how bad the day was going to go, this was 
worse than expected for Eamon and Running John. Being held at a 
different police station, now together, Eamon and Running John went 
over and over to themselves what had happened.  With no other 
eyewitnesses they had very little chance only their word. After 
arrangements were made they were put on an aeroplane, then a very long 
train trip.  Running John took this bit the hardest as they travelled 
over much open land and as he could see so many horses running free.  
For Eamon this was all still a nightmare, all happening too fast for 
him. Being named from what it was built from and surrounded by, hard 
solid granite, silver granite at that, the name of the prison was the 
Silver Granite Prison, in which many of the men had to break up old 
silver, or worse, chain gangs breaking silver. The warden, making his 
visit to all prisoners on their first day, took a dislike to most 
prisoners.  Lifers being the worst kind, in this jail mostly lifers, 
doing their time or dying inside, not in the chair, as most of their 
lawyers saw to this. The court itself appointed Eamon's lawyer and 
Running John's also.  Being in his much later years, still old 
fashioned in his ways, it was this lawyer who got the two young men off 
the chair, and still not letting go, he looked for another way to help 
Eamon and Running John.  His name was Mister M O'Toole. On the lifer's 
wing Eamon was first.  He was to share a cell with a Mexican who's 
first name was Gregorio who was a real old veteran, twice Eamon's age 
and some.  Gregorio knew how to play the survival game, he was now 
being made a trustee.  At the other end of the landing Running John 
shared a cell with an African American who's name was Tom but went by 
the name of Tiny.  Being one of the biggest men in the jail, all of 6ft 
5ins, about 230 pounds, someone you would rather run around than into. 
Keeping to themselves for the first couple of months, doing their daily 
work, trying to get into some sort of routine, this was the hardest for 
all new fish, as they were called.  Gregorio spent many a night talking 
to Eamon, about how he left home at the early age of fourteen, first 
coming to America, picking fruit, working on farms and cleaning out 
stables.  Then he drove a small truck for a couple of years, even 
worked and travelled with a circus for some time.  Eamon listened to 
Gregorio's stories and told Gregorio some of his own. But as time went 
by, Gregogio could see Eamon drifting away – not going with the 
current.  Two years in prison now, fighting over who sits where in the 
canteen.  Back in his cell Eamon had a good look at himself with a 
badly bruised face, thinking to himself, what would they say back home 
if they only knew about me now.  Back home they would say he was a hard 
case, maybe once a year a man like this would be challenged but not the 
same in a prison. Gregorio, who passed Eamon some hot water in a bowl, 
started talking to Eamon almost like a father.  “Just look at you man, 
at lunch time you win this one, but by supper time you'll have a new 
contender, will you win that one?  What's wrong?  If it's vengeance you 
seek you will have to change your attitude.  Look at the door, Eamon” 
Gregorio said “it's six inches thick, most of the walls here are three 
feet thick.  Say something to me man, I know you can talk man”. 
Answering back “sure what can I do anyhow about anything now?” said 
Eamon.  “For a start you can answer some of them letters from you 
lawyer.  Then you'll have to tell them back home where you are, there 
must be someone you can tell”.  Gregorio went on for some time. At last 
Eamon started to listen, now wanting to admit it, he knew what Gregorio 
was saying was right.  The next couple of days past and Eamon wrote to 
M. O'Toole, asking him to visit.  He looked forward to Mr O'Toole's 
visit, the very first visit Eamon got after all this time.  Putting 
deep thought into what he would say, mostly the letter home for now was 
more important. When Mr O'Toole did visit he passed on to Eamon and 
Running John that he was still nibbling away for them.  He had also 
some others helping him, finding it hard to believe just what had 
happened to both men.  The meeting went better as it went on.  It was 
Mr O'Toole who could see a big difference in Eamon.  Talking went on 
for some time, staying for another visit the following day, now some 
headway was beginning to show, much to Eamon's delight.  It was Mr 
O'Toole who was to volunteer to write back home, he also suggesting to 
tell a friend first, then the family, just not to go in head first. It 
was Dennis who got the first letter, now knowing what to do just yet, 
it was his sleepless nights that gave Dennis away.  Telling Sean one 
day at the B Mill, Dennis put it this way.  “Morning Sean, not a bad 
day”.  “Not bad at all” replied Sean.  “Before we go any further Sean, 
sit down, a bit of news for you”.  “What is it” Sean asked.  “Its good, 
just what you have been waiting for, its your Eamon, I have got word 
from him.” “Quick Dennis tell me please” Sean said.  “It's just not 
much for now but he's doing well.  Eamon's got a job working in the 
middle of nowhere, even this letter is a year old”  Dennis tried his 
best to tell a big white lie.  “Going home right now to tell Jenny and 
the rest of the family, at least that's something.  It will help to 
take the worry off a little”.  Sean went straight home.  Dennis was 
glad as it went off better than he thought, but not the same when it 
came to Helen, Cathy or Claire. Under heavy fire from the three girls 
one night, Dennis told them what he knew of Eamon.  But for now that's 
where it stayed, it was Claire who was going to make the next move. 
Prison time is now beginning to pass much quicker than before, as like 
all prisoners given different jobs to do, Eamon took a little more 
interest in what he was given to do.  Then he started receiving mail 
from Claire and just what Eamon wanted to hear.  After that, a couple 
of weeks later, once again Eamon joined in the prison band. Cleaning 
the cell out one day, as Gregorio was passing with his mobile library, 
he let a shout at Eamon.  “Never mind the cell Eamon, clean yourself 
up, for you have visitors”.  “Who me?” answered Eamon.  “Yes, you” 
replied Gregorio.  Who could it be? Eamon thought, Mr O'Toole is not 
due for another three months or so. There in the visitors side of the 
glass Eamon could hardly believe it, Claire and Sammy stood up as Eamon 
arrived.  Strange enough, some small talk at first, as all three found 
it a little awkward.  It was Sammy now who really started talking to 
Eamon, the thin ice was then broken. Sammy and Claire started to take 
it in turns, Claire was mostly telling Eamon news of home, keeping 
everything simple for now.  Staying or for a week, Claire was to move 
on, as she had arranged already to meet Mr O'Toole.  She got a helping 
hand from Sammy, to the station, which was badly needed, Sammy asked 
Claire was she alright for the long trip ahead of her.  “Its not the 
trip I am worried about Sammy, ah its just I feel like I am abandoning 
Eamon” answered Claire. Sammy never really answered Claire, all he did 
was to give her an almighty hug.  “Keep in touch Claire” followed by 
“all the best”.  On the bus Claire started going through some notes she 
had made up, wanting to ask Mr O'Toole so much and others as well.  
Crying her eyes out, this time money was not the issue, as Claire and 
many others, and more to follow as time went on, everyone that knew 
Eamon all chipped in as best they could. It was two more weeks before 
Sammy left.  Before he left Eamon felt that Sammy was to be his one and 
only visitor apart from Mr O'Toole.  Eamon was grateful for all that 
was done for him but he knew it was hard for his family to travel so 
far.  But he was more than pleased to receive mail and of course to 
send mail back. Staying in a group of their own most of the time, like 
all of the other prisoners, Eamon, Running John, Tiny and Gregorio 
helped each other out.  Looking forward to seeing Sammy as much as four 
times a year, often Eamon had as much news for Sammy, all from letters 
from home.  Sammy joked to Eamon asking him for the latest news from 
home sometimes. Over four years in prison, going into their sixth year, 
what they saw next, a bunch of new arrivals or fresh fish soon put a 
darker side on life behind bars.  In only his second week in prison a 
fight broke out in the courtyard.  Not the sort of fight you would see 
on a Saturday night or any other time or place.  This was a fight to 
the death with only their bare hands, feet and heads. One of the new 
prisoners took on what was called the king fish of the prison who lost 
his title and his life for all to see, an example, for who would dare 
cross his path.  He soon took over the prison with his many new 
followers. It was Tiny and men like him who most likely would be the 
next victims.  Keeping out of his way was not easy, putting up with as 
much as they could, some falling into many traps that were set by the 
new king fish.  Taking some months to settle, this gave Eamon a reality 
call of just where he was and going to stay for many a year, making him 
think long and hard on what to do next. By pure accident it was Mother 
Nature who showed Eamon his path.  After a week of heavy winds and 
storms a lot of damage was done to the prison.  Mostly roofs were 
damaged and two of the very high aerial towers had fallen apart.  This 
cut them off from the outside world not to the wardens liking.  The 
storms were to come again, the aerial towers had to be fixed. With very 
little money to maintain a prison, the warden put some of the prisoners 
to work.  It was Running John and Eamon who were to fix the aerial 
towers on the roofs.  Hardly believing what he saw Eamon spotted a 
weakness in how the prison was built, a blind spot.  It was Gregorio 
who Eamon spoke to first keeping very calm about it.  Soon Running John 
was told, and then the next step was to get Gregorio on to the roof to 
see for himself. Yes it could be done, all three were up for it as they 
could all climb which was very important.  Working on the new aerial 
towers planning on what they could do. Working slowly, talking their 
time, studying every move, it could be done.  Even in daylight, only it 
had to be done in 20 to 25 minutes at most, with at least three hours 
start before they would be noticed missing. Being pleased with this 
discovery, only problem was some tools would be needed and rope also.  
It was Gregorio who ordered the materials, more than what was needed, 
making tools out of the materials and hiding them for when their time 
came to escape.  This job was the hardest as if they were found the 
escape could not go ahead. Another visit by Sammy, again just at the 
right time, but what Eamon was trying to say had Sammy confused.  Still 
on the second visit Sammy thought maybe Eamon was ill.  This trip for 
Sammy was a three-day trip.  It was on his last visit Sammy knew by 
Eamon's eyes that he was up to something.  Leaving the prison Eamon 
asked Sammy not to leave it as long before the next time, which he had 
never asked before. Some days after that, back in Canada, it came to 
Sammy that Eamon was trying to talk in code so as not to be overheard 
by the prison guards.  Thinking to himself, I should have known better. 
 It was Eamon asking not to leave it as long that made Sammy think, as 
Eamon never asked anyone before for anything.  With a smile on his 
face, Sammy thinking of his friend back in prison, that all of Eamon's 
marbles are still in his bag. Back at the prison, nearly falling into 
traps set by the other prisoners, Tiny was finding it hard to keep out 
of trouble.  Having been attacked a couple of times, this was to try 
and soften him up a bit, ready for the final attack. Running John 
helped Tiny in the cell as he was cut and bruised.  Running John then 
asked Eamon and Gregorio if there was room for another man, Tiny.  Both 
Eamon and Gregorio first went to see Tiny in his cell.  It was Gregorio 
who asked Tiny “What do you think Tiny, if there was a way out of here 
would you be willing to try?”  Tiny looked at all three men, then he 
answered to all of them “just look at me, how much more can I take, my 
time here now is blood time, yes I would be willing to try. Eamon then 
told Tiny the plan, this was great news for tiny, and that Running John 
would help Tiny with anything.  There was still more work to be done 
and some final loose ends to finish off, trying to get maps and clothes 
and other bits and pieces.  All was falling into place nicely, so for 
all four men it was time to be ready at any time. In the early hours of 
the morning Tiny started shouting “Running John wake up, John wake up”. 
 “What is it?” Running John asked.  “There's a problem man, I have to 
tell you now”.  “OK Tiny, calm down, what is it?” Running John then got 
out of his bed.  “It's me John, I'm the problem, I have no head for 
heights or climbing”. “Is that all?” Running John asked Tiny.  “Yes 
man, that's all” Tiny answered back.  “Thanks for telling me Tiny, now 
we know, tonight we will practice what we have to do, OK Tiny?”  “Yes 
OK, thanks John”. Starting that night Running John drew two marks on 
the floor about three feet apart to start with.  Tying a towel around 
Tiny's eyes they practiced walking between the lines.  Narrowing the 
lines down to about seven inches wide over the many nights, soon Tiny 
could do it frontwards and backwards. Running John even jumped on 
Tiny's back but Tiny still kept between the line. “That's as bad as it 
gets” Running John told Tiny,  “The climbing you will just have to 
watch us, but you will be the last to go, you know all the rest of the 
plan”.  In a strange way it was good for Running John and Tiny to do 
all that, as they both knew it was for real the next time. Sometimes 
for all the best-planned plans is a change of plan and that's just what 
happened next.  Unloading a builder's lorry in the yard one day, having 
the same idea as Eamon and the others, only doing it in a different 
way, other prisoners were trying to escape the hard way by going over 
the wall in daylight. Overpowering many of the guards and using a gun, 
shots were now being fired in all directions.  Nearby the lorry the 
guards wanted to get involved, shouting at Eamon to get back to his 
cell with the other prisoners and to get that damn lorry out of here 
fast. Acting as if they were obeying the guards, it was Eamon who 
suddenly stopped and turned and looked at the lorry leaving unguarded.  
With a quick nod of his head the others knew what to do, as they got 
into the back of the lorry unnoticed by anyone, not even the driver, as 
by now there was great confusion in the prison. After a long journey 
the lorry stopped.  All four men had to wait under the cover for some 
more time.  This was nearly the worst so far, not knowing where they 
were or if they had been noticed yet. It was getting dark and they made 
their next move.  They found themselves in a builder's yard, this was a 
good surprise.  Finding a canteen with enough food plus a change of 
clothes and with some overnight cash left in a not so good overnight 
safe, it got a little better for here they found maps, just what they 
needed, with some time to study them. In the early hours of the morning 
they made their next move on foot walking for some time.  Soon the 
borrowed their first car, driving for about two hours,  they drove into 
a shopping centre, leaving the car there they borrowed another car. By 
the afternoon they stopped, took some rest and listened to the latest 
on the radio.  Two other prisoners did make it and another one had been 
caught so for now they were fugitives on the run. Once again they were 
on the move, taking it very steady as by now they had made their plans, 
stopping for some food and another rest, Tiny was going a different 
way.  Tiny was a semi-professional wrestler once, still a youngish man, 
he was wanting to try a new start in Europe. Standing around the car 
speechless for a little time, it was Running John who put out his hand 
and said “There's no need to draw this out any further” and shook hands 
with Tiny as Eamon and Gregorio did the same.  Tiny was now on his own. 
 Eamon and the others were now on their way to Bud's in North Dakota 
before moving on to Canada. Being extra careful, it took some time 
before they got to Buds.  Staying back some miles, it was Eamon who was 
going to test the water at Buds.  Getting closer to Bud's back door 
Eamon got more nervous wondering what would Bud say and do.  Almost 
changing his mind at one point only for the barking of a couple of dogs 
at his heels.  The back door of the ranch opened, standing there was 
Bud himself. Both men looked at each other for a couple of seconds, 
then Bud said “Howdy, been expecting you, come on in, don't stand 
there”, followed by a warm welcome indoors.  Lucky for Eamon Bud was on 
his own that night.  Without asking Eamon was he hungry or anything 
else, Bud soon had a pan on the top of a cooker, starting to fry eggs 
and bacon. It was Eamon who started explaining to Bud just what had 
really happened that day to himself and Running John.  Still cooking 
and setting the table, Eamon was trying hard to talk to Bud.  Not 
letting Eamon go any further Bud said to Eamon “don't need to tell me 
any more Eamon, who am I to judge anyone or to dredge up anyone's past? 
 You'll find that goes for all at this ranch.  Both men started eating, 
Bud then asked for Running John.  Eamon answered that he was back a 
couple of miles with another friend Gregario.  Bud smiled at Eamon 
saying to him “We will finish eating then we will go for them”  Eamon 
replied “thanks Bud, thanks for your understanding”. Bud said “I'm the 
only one here till later on, my folks and my brother and sister are out 
at a friends dinner party.  Unlucky for me Eamon my suit was not 
ready”.  Bud started laughing as did Eamon.  On their return trip back 
to the ranch, Bud put all three up in the cowhand's bunk house, saying 
“there's only one other cowhand there, his name is Roy, he'll be back 
in the morning.  Roy has been here most of his life, there will be some 
other in a few days time”. The second week at the ranch the others did 
arrive.  Bud told Eamon to say very little to anyone,  “just that we 
worked together a very long time ago, the most of them are drifters, 
anyhow, they wont ask much of anyone”.  Being asked to help out in 
bringing in the cattle for the market, as hard as he tried, Eamon found 
it very hard to stay on a saddle.  For Running and Gregorio this was 
easy.  Eamon was given another job, the cooks helper. The last one to 
arrive, Eamon asked Bud “how will I know the cook when he comes?  Bud 
replied “his name is Slim, you'll see him in an hour or so, he will 
take you into town for supplies then later on catch up with us.”  In 
town with Slim, Eamon took his chance for he telephoned Sammy but with 
no luck this time.  It was to be at least another week before getting 
another chance. With help from Slim, Eamon was getting much better at 
getting camp fires going and preparing food for the ranch hands, now 
eight in all.  This day Slim passed Eamon three rabbits.  “Here Eamon, 
you can skin these three fellows and put them in the pot when their 
done, as the boys will be having rabbit stew this evening”.  It took 
Eamon no time at all before he had this task done, watched by Slim.  He 
then said to Eamon “Could not have done it any better myself, well done 
Eamon”.  Eamon replied in a not so cheerful voice “Thanks Slim, I had a 
good teacher”, his first thoughts of home in a very long time.  It was 
at this very camp fire Roy was to catch them out of the blue with this 
question.  “Say, have you fellows ever been in the military?”  It was 
Gregorio who jokingly answered back “sure we have, we were in the boy 
scouts at one time” Laughter broke out among the men as Gregorio had 
his own way of answering questions like that but still Roy had his 
suspicions, saying nothing he let it go.  Just over two weeks had 
passed.  Eamon like the others went back to town after the round-up.  
This was when he did get through to Sammy. A couple of more days at the 
ranch, by now all the extra hands had moved on to their next ranch.  
Running John had more time, he started teaching Eamon how to ride 
horses helping to pass the time. Returning after a trip to town, one 
night playing pool in town, Roy was asked if there was any work out at 
the ranch, by two strangers.  It was over breakfast that Roy started 
thinking, anyone knowing that this is the wrong time of year to be 
asking for work, as any cowhand would know this.  Playing on his mind, 
Roy told Bud.  Bud listened to what Roy was saying, asking Roy just how 
these fellows were dressed. Before long both men went back into town, 
But not taking this too well, he had a gut feeling something was not 
right.  Some time in town, not to his liking, Bud found out just who 
the two men were. Back at the ranch, Bud then told Eamon, Running John 
and Gregorio the bad news, as by now Roy knew who they were.  With no 
delay plans were made but not until night fall, with as much water and 
other supplies they would need, they were all set for the move once 
more. They said thank you for their hospitality to Bud's family and, 
sadly, to Bud for everything he had done for them, putting his neck on 
the line, it was very much appreciated.  Still not finished helping his 
three friends, Bud went back to town to keep a close eye on the two men 
and to stall them if need be. By Jeep, Roy drove most of the night, in 
the early hours of the morning Running John drove for some time.  Going 
as far as he could, Roy gave Eamon a map, telling them all they should 
make it in five or six days to Canada, a long way to go on foot. Before 
parting, Eamon asked Roy “Why did you ask if we had been in the 
military Roy?”  As long as I've been a cowboy you're the only three I 
have ever known to make their beds first thing in the morning” Roy 
answered.  Roy went on to give them some tips on how to cover their 
tracks and what to look out for, also to watch the sky for helicopters. 
As bad as the law following you, the worst was back in town or maybe 
more out looking for you, now they were Bounty Hunters. All three 
thanked Roy before he left, shaking hands with him.  Roy said “You are 
now outlaws, that's to bad”, but he would never forget them.  “Likewise 
for all three of us” Running John replied. Having one last favour to 
ask of Bud before parting, having no time himself or place to do so, 
Eamon gave Bud Sammy's phone number and a message.  Waiting by the 
phone most nights, Sammy was to receive a call from Eamon, but at first 
shocked when it was from Bud.  Sammy knew what to do next as he had a 
couple of calls also to make and other arrangments. First two days were 
good covering some ground, using very little of their supplies, the 
third day was not so good.  As a dust storm came followed by rain, most 
of that day was spent taking shelter.  Fourth day was much the same, by 
now they were well behind time.  Worse came that day as Gregorio fell 
and twisted his ankle.  Eamon made a crutch for Gregorio but his ankle 
was now getting worse, also the pain had moved up to his knee. Talking 
among themselves that night, it was Running John to go on by himself as 
he was the better between himself and Eamon.  As planned, Sammy and 
others were waiting about 20 miles from the border at a road side café 
called Big Jakes.  Eamon told Running John to listen to the way they 
were talking in the café, just the same as me.  As Running John only 
met Sammy one time but had a good idea of how he looked, it was down to 
Running John, hoping they would meet up at another point. After resting 
for some time Eamon and Gregorio were again on the move very slowly, 
out in the open there were still some others around.  Once spotting a 
young couple out taking some photos, this made Eamon nervous.  Another 
day had passed, resting again, they moved on.  Both were very weak now 
as most of the food was gone.  Poor Running John had only taken some 
water with him. Crossing one of the last main roads, sticking to their 
plans, Eamon and Gregorio knew they were on the right track, all thanks 
to Roy's map.  But it was that night it was all going to change again 
for one of the men, a cruel night was in front of him. Sitting and 
talking about how far they had travelled and about what was in front of 
them.  All of a sudden they heard some noise like the sound of jeeps 
approaching, they were right.  Making a quick dash for it behind some 
brushes as there were lights shining all around them.  Followed by some 
shotgun fire, at least five rounds in all, the jeeps had stopped, but a 
search light was still shining. Then a voice shouted out “Come on back, 
Larry, there's nothing out there”.  Larry answered back “but I thought 
I saw something in the brush”.  The driver of the jeep shouted back 
“Come on man or we will leave you here.  We are nearly out of gas and 
beer, lets go”.  “All right, keep your shirt on man”.  Then a couple of 
more shots went off, another call “Come on Larry, you're mad”.  Waiting 
till they were out of sight, Eamon shouted to Gregorio. Worried for his 
friend, Eamon got no answer.  Then he heard a cry “Over here”.  
Gregorio was covered in blood, he took at least three of the shots full 
on.  Eamon or anyone else could not have done anything for him. Making 
Gregorio as comfortable as could be, Eamon gave him the last of the 
water.  Trying to take to Eamon, spitting up blood, Eamon now was never 
as sad in all of his life even after all that had gone on. About an 
hour had passed, still Gregorio was alive, trying his very best to talk 
to Eamon who himself was very light headed by now with blood coming 
down his sleeves. Eamon also had been hit, only catching some of the 
buck shot. Watching his friend die in front of him it was nearly the 
last straw for Eamon who also passed out. As daylight approached, Eamon 
came to only to find himself looking at Gregorio, not knowing just what 
to do next.  Eamon wanted to give himself up in order to catch the 
spoiled brats that did this, out playing with their guns, in Daddy's 
jeep. Knoweing Gregorio for some years and the way he would think, 
Eamon said a final goodbye to his old friend before burying him the 
best he could.  Eamon knew he had to move on as part of the plan, 
trying hard to get to the meeting place. Meantime Running John had made 
it only to find himself standing outside of a shopping mall looking at 
the map again.  Running John was approached by a security guard.  “Can 
I help you?” the Security Guard asked.  “Not sure” replied Running 
John, keeping a very cool head, “it's just that I was to meet up with 
friends a a café called Big Jakes”.  “Oh Big Jakes, he's moved a little 
closer to the border, only about five miles away, that way he pointed 
out” “All right, thank you” Running John answered “I might leave it 
until later on, trust me, I'm always the early one.”  Making his way to 
Big Jakes, Running John was also in bad shape, the lack of food and 
water was not beginning to show. At the café Eamon was right, having a 
good look around him, on his way out with two women with them paying 
for their meal, listening to how they spoke, Running John was in luck. 
Asking them for directions outside the café, Running John replied that 
Eamon would be waiting there.  Sammy then knew straight away who 
Running John was.  Into the back of a camper van they went.  Some aid 
and food were given to Running John.  Very soon they were all on their 
way to find Eamon and Gregorio. Driving on as much road as Sammy could 
do so they were once again running out of daylight.  On, off roads now, 
after hitting many stones, it was time to stop.  Too dangerous to go 
any further in the dark, as good as a direction finder as Running John 
was, it was time to rest.  Another night for Eamon and Gregorio on 
their own, so Running John thought, as did the others as well, hoping 
it would be their last. It was Sammy who was first up making a light 
and quick breakfast for all.  Talking among themselves for some time, 
they were all going to go on by foot.  No one was going to stay behind 
with the camper van.  There was no stopping them, Running John was away 
in front as the others followed. Too cold, no food, badly wounded, the 
loss of a very good friend, Eamon never slept that night.  He knew if 
he did, it would most likely be his last.  Talking to himself to stay 
awake, Eamon was dreaming a lot, he was now nearly unconscious.   Not 
believing what he just heard the first time, it continued.  It sounded 
not so far away.  He made an attempt to answer the call, it got louder. 
Standing about ten feet away from Eamon calling out the same old shout 
as they did as children, it was Dennis spotting Eamon first.  Calling 
out to the others “Over here, over here”. Badly dehydrated, Eamon could 
hardly talk.  It was Cathy who really put her nursing skills to 
practice, without the back up of a doctor and a press full of medical 
supplies.  Helen was feeding Eamon, just in time as Eamon was close to 
death.  Water and food were given to him very slowly.  Finding his 
strength to talk, he then told his sisters what had happened to 
Gregorio as Running John and Sammy were still looking for him. They 
wanted to move on after a couple of hours, it was Cathy who was against 
it as Eamon had lost a lot of blood, too much, also the wound on his 
arm was only temporarily patched. Dennis then came up with the idea of 
making a stretcher, they all agreed and took the time to do so.  Just 
before leaving, Eamon turned to look around him, then whispering to 
himself he said “See you Amigo”.  Some hours after, not making a lot of 
headway, Eamon took a turn.  He was frightened of being caught.  Sammy 
and Running John agreed, it was too dangerous, they went on ahead, 
Sammy was to drive closer. Dennis then took the front of the stretcher 
as Helen and Cathy took a handle each at the back.  Resting and getting 
first aid from Cathy, Eamon wanted Running John to go on my himself.  
Telling this to Dennis as they were so close to the border, but it fell 
on deaf ears, as Running John knew where he was. Sammy did get closer, 
at last they were on their way but still slowly.  Coming closer to the 
border, a nervous time for all, but it was no bother to Sammy and 
Dennis who sat up front and did the talking. It was at their first stop 
in Canada, like Roy, Helen could see just how Running John and Eamon 
were acting which brought tears to her eyes. While Sammy and Dennis 
were doing much needed repairs to the van Eamon was sitting at the side 
of the road on a make shift chair.  He never took his eyes off the 
traffic passing, watching as if they would stop and turn around.  
Running John pulled a cap further down on his head, walking up and down 
as if he was on guard duty. Dennis then saw Helen watching this.  With 
a cheerful smile and thumbs up sign to Helen, they both nodded back to 
each other.  But it was at this stop Eamon saw his first 20 dollars in 
Canada.  As it blew close to his feet he picked it up showing it to 
Cathy who said to Eamon “That's a good wee omen, spit on it Eamon, then 
put it in your pocket”.  As he did so he also had his first laugh in 
Canada. Their fifth day at Sammy's, more settled now, Running John and 
Dennis took to the streets.  Dennis asked Running John what further 
plans had he made. Back with Eamon, Helen and Cathy had a lot of 
catching up to do, also wanting to know what Eamon was going to do 
next.  Letting the dust settle for now, waiting for Sammy's return 
after his work, now all six were going to make a couple of days 
holidays out of the situation for now. All too soon returning home by 
themselves without Eamon, Helen and Cathy were very upset, wishing 
Eamon was with them.  Talking to Helen and Cathy on the aeroplane, 
Dennis told the girls just what Eamon and Running John's plans were, 
going on to say that if he were in their shoes he would most likely do 
the same. Sammy managed to fix Eamon and Running John up with some 
casual work, painting, fencing and odd jobs like that.  After some 
time, with enough money and supplies, Sammy drove about eighty miles 
into Canada, for here Eamon and Running John were going to travel and 
work on the rivers. By canoe the two men set off up river to start 
their new adventure.  Being cautious at first with their supplies, 
worried that they might be in for lean times, it turned out to be the 
very opposite.  Working and trading with what they had, with no rules, 
this was a life of happiness for Running John and Eamon, only the first 
of many trips they were to have together. Returning back to Sammys 
after their third trip up river this winter, Sammy had some news for 
Eamon and Running John, some good and some not so good.  The bad news 
was that Sammy was going home very shortly.  He was going to start his 
own business, also to marry later on, wanting Eamon to come home with 
him.  This was sad news for Eamon as he knew that an important link in 
the chain was now broken. The other news was that, still corresponding 
with Mr O'Toole, being armed with new information, Claire was shortly 
to arrive.  News or no news, Eamon was so happy to see his sister once 
again.  Reading a very long letter out to her brother and Running John, 
Claire wondered just what the men would do next. Only the first  couple 
of pages interested Eamon and Running John as it read one of the 
robbers was caught.  In a split in the gang in a drunken rage trying to 
rob an off licence he was caught and bragged about other jobs he had 
done. Not wanting to talk about it anymore for now, still full of 
excitement from seeing Claire, Eamon gave his sister a big kiss on the 
forehead then grabbed her coat in one hand and Claire in the other.  
They were off out as Eamon wanted Claire to meet someone, Clare knew by 
this it must be someone important. The next day Claire asked had they 
made a decision yet.  Between Eamon and Running John they talked many 
times on what to do.  Looking puzzled again, Eamon asked Running John 
what he wanted to do now. John answered first in his native language, 
what's done is done and not to think about it or even try to understand 
any of it.  Not to go back as there is still too many blue coats back 
there. Eamon's reply was very much the same telling Claire that you 
can't catch yesterday's fish.  Not taking the matter any further, only 
to write to Mr O'Toole, that being the end of it. Back up river again, 
taking shelter under the canoe at night, not talking a lot, looking up 
at the dark sky, Eamon's thoughts at these times were of home, now 
thinking of his family and friends.  But soon to be knocked out of it 
all, as Running John usually did with a tap from his foot or whatever 
he could use, sometimes a paddle, followed by the words “Hey You, first 
to whack you, put another log on the fire”, which always brought great 
laughter to both men. That being their last working trip up river as 
both went back into construction on steel.  Making names for themselves 
at their trade, soon Eamon and Running John had their own crew 
together.  Much different from the years before, more advanced, now 
much to Eamon's liking as his bad shoulder played up from time to time. 
Settle in their own homes now as the years passed, Eamon and his French 
Canadian wife Jessica and son Jeannot, keeping it all very quiet about 
his own family.  This summer Eamon was taking his family to Ireland.  
Catching all of his family by surprise, staying for five weeks in all, 
this was Eamon's last look at his old home and country. Making a good 
life for himself and his wife and son and daughter Helene.  Working 
into his retirement years, now enjoying this time in his life, also 
playing jazz music once again.  At weekends meeting up with Running 
John and his family, taking trips up river again, only this time it was 
for pleasure. Sadly that way of life is all finished now as Eamon out 
lived his wife and his faithful friend Running John Cloud and all of 
his family.  Only one sister left, Kerry, who he hardly knew at all.  
Greeting each other with Christmas cards and a very odd telephone call 
now and again.  Even Dennis and Sammy were long dead and buried. Not 
very long after his 96th birthday, after a visit from his daughter, 
spending his later years in a nursing home.  Struggling with the lid of 
an old biscuit tin full of photos, trying to catch his breath, Eamon 
sat on a chair.  Looking up at a clock on the wall twice the size of 
any dinner plate, the big hand was at 11 and the smaller hand was at 4. 
It was nearly medication time, leaving the chair, trying to go a little 
further, making his way over to the bed, only to find help from a young 
nurse.  Almost out of breath, going a different colour, the nurse soon 
hit the red button at the side of the bed. Help soon arrived, a doctor 
and another nurse.  The doctor asked Eamon what day was it, followed by 
what is your name?  Going on for a short time, the nurse put her ear a 
little closer to Eamon's head as he was trying to say something.  
Trying to understand what he said, at first, it was “Digger” Eamon had 
called out. The doctor nodded his head to the young nurse, there was no 
need for medication today.  Both nurses held a hand each as Eamon 
passed away, looking at their watches agreeing on the time, the big 
hand was at 6 and the small hand was between 4 and 5. Still holding on 
to Eamon's hands, saying a quick prayer for Eamon, before closing his 
eyes.  The second thing all three agreed on was, with a smile on his 
face, Eamon had checked out a happy man. THE END. 


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