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Faith an’ Begorrah! Another St. Paddy’s Day in the Books.

If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, then you’re lucky enough. And EVERYBODY is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. I’m writing this thinking back on the days of Paddy’s Irish in Tulsa, when the lunch hour was over and we could begin gearing up for the big night.

Because it was during the evening hours that everything kicked into gear. Standing room only, five-deep around the bar, plates and plates of corned beef, live music, and the annual march-through of the kilt-clad bagpipers.

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My kilt still fits, as it turns out. (It hasn’t changed, but I have – and I’m lucky to be back down to once-a-year-kilt-wearing-size.) I didn’t march around with any bagpipes, but I did run behind my daughter on several occasions carrying drinks and plates of corned beef.

They were plates to be proud of, to my way of thinking. I made a lot of corned beef in my Tulsa restaurant days at Paddy’s Irish (not just a once-a-year thing), and Dustin’s offering at our St. Patrick’s lunch today was everything you’d expect. Attractive on the plate, delicious to the taste. And as our neighbor at Hollow Tree Gifts (a find shopping boutique in the Rose District!) – as JoAnn reported back, “it’s so tender a baby could eat it!”

We sold out, needless to say, but made it almost through the lunch service before switching to the shepherd’s pies and the regular menu. Better to run out than throw out, the way I look at it.

A public Thanks! to Kristen for waiting the tables today, and another big Thanks! to Dustin for all his hard work in the kitchen. There is no question that – as fun as St. Patrick’s Day was at Paddy’s back in the day – I enjoyed our shamrock and corned beef lunch party a lot more. Less stress. Shorter hours.

And fewer Irish-revelers hanging on to the floor for dear life and partying into the wee hours.

So, I’ll be putting some of the party decorations away. Others stay put. We’re Irish everyday here, not just around the seventeenth of March. Remember, there are no strangers here, only friends you’ve not yet met. So,

Come visit!

McHuston

(PS The strangers and friends line is courtesy of our Irish poet friend W.B Yeats, from whom I borrow with gratitude.)

To Survive so Long and yet be Lost.

When the light began to give out, and dusk fell upon them, the sound of guns became more sporadic until – at last – night shadows crept down the hills to their encampment. The raw energy of that first day’s engagement at Gettysburg was slow to wane and few men could call the break restful. In the dark after the second full day, Charles settled himself on the ground and fatigue overtook him.

They had withdrawn to the Baltimore pike and stopped near the cemetery, but only after it was determined that the enemy was in retreat. A light rain began to fall, refreshing those few who remained awake while soaking those slumbering under the sky.

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He was twenty years old – Charles Kennard of Portland – serving as a craftsman in the Fifth Maine Battery. Earlier in the day, the unit’s captain had been carried from the field, shot through both legs below the knees. The battery was defending Culp’s Hill against a full-scale onslaught by Brigadeer General Harry Hays and his Louisiana Tigers. Before dawn, Charles was jolted from his sleep by the roar of cannons.

Already, Confederate troops were pushing up the slopes of Culp’s Hill, and Charles and the Fifth Maine jumped into action. Twenty guns in all were set at a range of six to eight hundred yards and the cannonade rained continuously until ten in the morning. It was July 3, 1863 and it was a turning point in the War of the Rebellion.

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Young Kennard might have agreed with the sentiment of Confederate General Robert E. Lee, who declared it fortunate that war is so terrible, lest men begin to like it too much. Charles, like many of the Kennard men, was skilled with his hands and he longed to return to the Portland forge – a place far removed from the Gettysburg battlefield.

The Fifth Maine faced more than twelve thousand infantrymen in the assault on the third day. More than forty-five thousand men lost their lives over the course of those three days. Kenneth was among the fortunate ones.

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After Gettysburg, after Bull Run, after Fredericksburg, and after the Fifth Maine mustered out at last, Charles O. Kennard made his way back to Portland and the anvil at his forge. He met Josephine, some four years his junior, and in late 1869 he asked for her hand in marriage.

They were married in the new year with W. E. Gibbs presiding and inscribing his name in a small keepsake book presented to the couple. Just before the title page is a specially inscribed leaf that reads, “This is to certify that Charles O. Kennard of Portland and Josephine B Lovejoy of Portland were by me joined together in Holy Matrimony on the 13th day of January, AD 1870.

There are more than 1,400 Civil War soldiers buried at Evergreen Cemetery in Portland, Maine, and Charles O. Kennard is among them. The records of his unit during the war are as well-kept as the grounds of that cemetery.

But there is no record of how the gilt-edged, buckram-bound record of his marriage nearly 150 years ago wound up in a book store in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. You’d think in an age of social media that somewhere out there could be found a great-grandchild, or a great-great – who might value such a keepsake.

I gave it a shot – found a decade old posting on a genealogy website that mentioned Charles – but so far, no response.

And now, the little volume concludes – “And now, young and happy pair, having given you such hints and counsels as I thought expedient and necessary to your happiness, I wish you adieu!”

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Check out the Check. A writer’s life.

Ahhhhh, the high-powered, high-paying career of the published author! Another day, another royalty check dropped off by the postman. And – if you believe that, you’ll want to steer clear of that professional fact-checker job.

It’s true that a lot of people bring home a regular paycheck through their writing, but whether that check covers all the bills or not depends on the type of typing being done every day. I’ve tapped at the keys most of my life, which is ironic.

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Taking the class at MHS, home of the Buffaloes, I managed a pretty decent typing speed (until subtracting for the typos…). At the time, I thought it was a pretty useless enterprise since I had no plans to incorporate typing into my career plans. That same muddled high school thinking went into my assessment of algebra. What in the world would ever require THAT stuff?

Oh.

Computer programming. It turns out that those formula and variable writing skills from high school came in pretty handy when I started doing some contract programming. I thought it was fun, getting that computer to do things, so I took it up as a sort of hobby. (Classic definition of a nerd, I believe.)

In the long run, the algebra class paid off in larger paychecks than the typing class, although without that high school learnin’ I might have been the first ever “hunt and peck” keyboard operator. As a hobby, the programming certainly paid better than the creative writing.

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Witness – the aforementioned royalty check, which may be small enough in the image that you can’t see the little number. You can click on the picture to enlarge it but it won’t make the dollar amount any bigger. In the spirit of full disclosure (and so as to not unfairly discourage a budding author from the lure of a career), this particular check only covered eBook sales from a single title.

Obviously, I’m not setting the Nook and Kindle world ablaze with my published works.

Still, it reminds me of that first-ever payment I received for something I had written. It was a pretty good feeling. (Ah heck. It was a GREAT feeling, even if the check barely covered a nice steak dinner.)

There are some authors that have had enough books published that they are likely making a living on piles of these little checks. And I think that would be just fine too. I’m content knowing that those years of typing out radio copy, news stories, press releases, and advertising scripts brought in enough to pay the rent.

These days, writing pays the bills – but it is the writing of others in hardback and paperback. Oh, and the writing out of the guest checks when the lunches have all been served. No typing involved there.

Someone asked me if I was working on a new book. Hmmmm. Not regularly. And if I ever get around to finishing the ones on the hard-drive it will be for just for the fun of putting a copy on the bookshelf.

‘Cause it won’t be for the big royalty check…

We’re writing up some lunchtime specials every day, so –

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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