Gaelic Fest

The old man told his sons ... you know I'm not rich.

Gaelic Fest Children's Itinerary

Irish tales were the order of the day.  From humourous anecdotes to fancies about leprechauns and their carefully guarded crocks of gold ... .   Add an old folk tale.  A confrontation between 'the divil himself' and the third son of a man who had struck a bit of a barter with Old Nick ... .  And it was indeed a wonderfilled day.

The Lawyer looked the Devil straight in the eye.  "Gentleman to Gentleman," he said ...

Ninny Nanny lived near the woods with her ailing Gram This story is about a girl named Ninny-Nanny and her sick old Gram ... and their house at the edge of a clearing in the middle of an old forest ... .  The house wanted repair, especially the thatched roof which leaked.   The woodbox was empty, and so was the rain barrel.  The potato garden needed tending.  But Gram was ailing, and Ninny-Nanny was -- at heart -- lazy.

The box, the leprechaun, said, is only so big.

He stood before the queen ... .

You ask me, now, 'Why did I become a Storyteller ...'

I'll tell you, 'It was because I wanted to be rich!

'But, looking at me, you know, you're not looking at a wealthy man ...

'It's like this ... .'

I am not a wealthy man.

 

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