From the past:
An epiphany! I never quite realized how much of the true history story of Ireland, that I have missed. I feel just like an unknowing child who has had a whole new world opened. (Kind of like
being hit in the head with a big stick, ya now?). Thank you, Thank you.
Carry On. Tricia
By Guest on Wednesday, January 13, 1999 - 09:13 pm:
I wish to join the cause, I always felt that free beer, oops free Parthelonia was essential to complete world peace. Have ye noticed how, since they were oppressed ( those poor beggers) the world has been in tremendous turmoil. Ah it all went to wrack and ruin when the Pathelonians were brought under the yoke of oppression.
A free Pathelonia means a free world and free southern beer for all.
By Guest on Wednesday, January 13, 1999 - 09:19 pm:
Being of Ulster ancestry--I can't say I feel a bit violent t'all!! --Now...the where the @!*/ did I put that axe??!!
By Guest on Wednesday, January 13, 1999 - 09:21 pm:
Well now! That's certainly an interesting if not- entirely-accurate portrayel of the whole Irish history angle. If it were actually true, I might be horrified enough to actually stop referring to myself as a Celtic-American! That would SUCK. Luckily, I know better--Think of all those forms that I would have to go change-- You know, the ones that ask you if you are an American-indian,an African- American, Asian,Caucasion, or (my personal favorite) OTHER. Actually, the only reason that the Tuatha elected (Yes-- ELECTED) to retreat beneath the fairy mounds is because it had been prophesied that that Inisfail was meant to be the land of the son of man, which were the Milesians. And it really should be noted that the Tuatha really weren't such a bad lot, no matter what kind of beer they drank, really they were quite a damn sight more civilized than you're common Joe, and tended to do really the more politically correct thing with most of the folks that they invaded and treat them fairly well, just sort of blending in with them all. Hell, they were known to be actually quite impressed with the Fir Bolgs knowledge of crops and animal husbandry, and not a lot of people stopped to look past the dirt with those poor souls. They only kicked the Fomorians out because those nasty warts on the ass of society didn't have a soul to split, or a brain cell to be more than fair, between them. Some of them managed to escape, even tho the Tuatha meant to burn all of they're own boats when the envaded, and the nasty things are still around today just because they're immortal, blast the luck. Somedays it just doesn't pay to get up, get dressed, and go out to invade a country.
Well, have a lovely weekend!
Patti S. Soper
By Guest on Wednesday, January 13, 1999 - 09:25 pm:
Um, you're taking the piss, right?
By Guest on Wednesday, January 13, 1999 - 09:32 pm:
If the Parthelonians hold any resemblance to the character pictured at the top of the page, they need only to walk into a pub, and the place will clear in a tick.
As for getting back was is rightfully supposed to be theirs, they are going to need one hell of a PR firm to pull off that little manuever.
Getting Mary McAleese into a mini-skirt would be much easier..
Whatever, I support your efforts in this somewhat overwhelming task. Up the Parthelonians!
By Lacie on Saturday, January 23, 1999 - 09:49 am:
*thinks she can just about 'pick' each of you ROTFLMAO ..
By Ais on Saturday, January 23, 1999 - 07:48 pm:
Parthelonians? You are kidding, right? Anyone who thinks Fintan had no descendants (and he lived over 5000 years, not 500... someone dropped a zero there, among other things), well, that's wishful thinking. The same kind of thinking that led Parthelon to sort of "delete" his parents, or did that fact slip your memory as well? Hmmmm...?
Anyway, some of us claim our rights to the land as righteous descendants of Fintan. So you Parthelonian late-comers may whistle a merry tune, but it's all hot air to us!
Meanwhile, I'm trying to sort out the "De" from the "Ande" among the Tuathai. What's their story anyway?
By Guest on Friday, June 4, 1999 - 01:29 am:
My name is Deven and am look'in for my families roots in Ireland. Can people still become Druids? If so how'd they come about to doing somethig like that? Also, if you any information about my ancisters, my last name is Chism.
Could I get a more accurat version of this? I forgot the Name, oops!
OISÍN i dTÍR na nÓG
Oisín in the Land of Youth
Fadó, fadó, bhí Oisín agus na Fianna amuigh ag fiach. Chonaic siad cailín álainn ar chapall bán."Cé tú féin?", arsa Oisín.
Once upon a time, Oisín and the Fianna were out hunting.They saw a beautiful girl riding a white horse. "What is your name?", asked Oisín.
Il y a bien longtemps, Oisín et les Fianna étaient partis à la chasse. Ils virent une belle femme sur un cheval blanc."Comment t’appelles-tu?" lui demanda Oisín.
"Is mise Niamh", ar sise. "Tá m'athair in Rí ar Thír na nÓg." Thit sí i ngrá le hOisín. "Tar liom go Tír na nÓg", arsa Niamh.D'imigh Oisín léi ar an gcapall bán.
"My name is Niamh", she said."My father is the king of Tír na nÓg". She fell in love with Oisín."Come with me to Tír na nÓg", said Niamh.Oisín went with her on the white horse.
"Je m’appelle Niamh," répondit-elle. "Mon père est le roi du Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse. Elle tomba amoureuse d’Oisín. "Viens avec moi au Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse," lui dit Niamh. Oisín partit avec elle sur le cheval blanc.
Chuaigh siad thar an bhfarraige go Tír na nÓg.Bhí Oisín an-sásta i dTír na nÓg.Bhí saol an-deas aige ann.
They crossed the sea to Tír na nÓg.Oisín was very happy in Tír na nÓg.He had a very pleasant time there.
Ils traversèrent la mer en direction du Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse. Oisín était trés heureux au Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse. Il passait un agréable moment là-bas.
D'imigh 300 bliain thart. Níor éirigh éinne sean nó tinn i dTír na nÓg. Ach bhí uaigneas ar Oisín:"Ba mhaith liom dul ar ais go hÉireann chun Fionn agus na Fianna a fheiceáil arís."
300 years passed.Nobody got old or sick in Tír na nÓg.But Oisín got lonely:"I want to go back to Ireland to see Fionn and the Fianna again"
300 ans s’écoulèrent. Personne ne vieillisait ni ne tombait malade au Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse. Mais Oisín se sentait seul. " Je veux retourner en Irlande pour revoir Fionn et les Fianna."
"Tá go maith", arsa Niamh."Tabhair leat an capall bán.Ach ná cuir cos ar an talamh in Éirinn!" D'imigh Oisín ar ais thar na farraige go hÉireann.
"Alright", said Niamh."Bring the white horse with you.But don't set foot on land in Ireland!"Oisín crossed the sea back to Ireland.
"Très bien," lui dit Niamh. "Emmène le cheval blanc avec toi. Mais ne pose jamais un pied sur le sol d’Irlandais!" Oisín traversa la mer en direction de l’Irlande.
Ach bhí athrú mór an tír. Bhí Fionn agus na Fianna marbh. Bhí an-bhrón ar Oisín. "Rachaidh mé ar ais go Tír na nÓg", ar sé.
But the country had changed a lot.Fionn and the Fianna were dead. Oisín was very sad."I'll go back to Tír na nÓg",he said.
Mais le pays avait beaucoup changé. Fionn et les Fianna étaient morts. Oisín était très triste. " Je vais retourner au Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse," se dit-il.
Chonaic sé grúpa fear ag obair sa pháirc. Chrom sé síos agus bhog sé an cloch. Ach thit sé go talamh. D'imigh an capall ar ais go Tír na nÓg.
He saw a group of men working in the field. He bent down and moved the rock. But he fell to the ground. The horse ran back to Tír na nÓg.
Il vit un groupe d’hommes qui travaillaient dans les champs. Il se pencha pour bouger le rocher. Mais il tomba sur le sol. Le cheval blanc repartit au galop vers le Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse.
D'éirigh Oisín sean.Bhí sé níos mó ná 300 bliain d'aois! Thug na fir go Naomh Pádraig é. D'inis sé dó faoi Fionn agus na Fianna.D'inis sé dó faoi Niamh agus Tír na nÓg.Ansin fuair sé bás.
Oisín grew very old.He was over 300 years old!The men took him to meet St. Patrick.Oisín told him about Fionn and the Fianna.He told him about Niamh and Tír na nÓg.Then Oisín died.
Oisín devint très vieux. Il avait plus de 300 ans! Les hommes l’emmenèrent voir Saint Patrick. Oisín lui parla de Fionn et des Fianna. Il lui parla de Niamh et du Pays de l’Eternelle Jeunesse. Puis Oisín mourut.
By Ketrick on Friday, June 25, 1999 - 11:29 pm:
Fintan lives on in his descendants in Oklahoma...he did not die,he swam the Atlantic, traveled down the coast of Florida around the tip , through the gulf of Mexico and up the Mississippi and into one of it's tributaries ,the great Arkansas river....As the salmon Fintan swam these waters and he(being good at shape shifting) turned into what is known as a Bass and flourished in the lakes of what is known today as green country , an area of north east Oklahoma. He grew large and ominous in these waters, that are very good by the way. At times he would loom up out of the water and frighten the natives of the area and they for this reason made offerings to him so he would be pacified....He was named Bigbassthatblowshotair. Totems were raised in his honor and festivals held in his worship....Bigbassthatblowshotair was most happy when English explorers were fed to him at these festivals. And even to this day an occaisional person of Anglo descent will disappear without a trace on the Lake of the Cherokees... this is where he remains today...We also call him the one that got away.
One small piece of Oklahoma history from Lisa on 6/24/99 donated for the millenium.
By Rb on Wednesday, August 4, 1999 - 03:10 pm:
Oh I see! Now the Tuatha De were tyrants! How stupid of me! Wait a minute....I seem to remember a fellow by the name of Bres who lorded it over the Tuatha De Danann after Nuada lost his arm (along with his throne). Seems he was the type to raise taxes and force people into slave labor! Wasn't he a FOMORIAN ??? In fact, the Tuath De were so civilized they spared him his life after Nuada reclaimed the throne. Gee, I like how historical revisionism works....