DIP ME FLUTE


God save all here. I nearly didn’t make it. I met with an unavoidable delay. And  I won’t burden you with the details but didn’t a more learned man than me once say that a storyteller can’t afford the luxury of living an ordinary life”

And speaking of learned men . .  I think it was Bernard Shaw who described dancing as  “Vertical expression  of horizontal intent”.and, then or now, it would be as accurate a definition as you’d get.

      Long before DeValera expressed his dream of "comely maidens and athlethic

      youths at crossroads" young people held crossroads dances at  Kylebeg in the West Wicklow of my youth. At the time it was the equivalent  of Facebook or Dateline.

      There was the occasional "American Wake" 'though not     described as such in our part of the country. And during the twenties and thirties.  There were also a number of  regular dancing houses; usually dwellings with flagged floors and one or  more eligible daughters. The small two-roomed home of John Osborne was one  such house. Situated at the hill ditch, which divided the common grazing  area of "The Rock" from the relatively arable land. There was no road to the house . . It was accessible only through the aptly named “Rock Park”; the nocturnal negotiation of this field  a feat even for the most sure-footed. This had one advantage; when the  Free State government introduced the House Dance Act of 1935 which banned dances , dancers and musicians. You  had to get a licence to hold a dance even in your own house. They came up with a moral argument against dancing  and ….if you don’t mind . . a sanitary facilities argument. But as one commentator said, at the time, the Government don’t care if you make your water down the chimney as long as they get their money. BUT  A breach of the law could result in a court appearance and penalty.

However there was no danger of a late night  invasion of John Osbornes by any Government Inpector. Because even the most dedicated servant of the  State  would not risk a nightime ambulation through the Rock Park. As the shadows jumped on the whitewashed walls and the lamplight flickered on the willow patterned delph an official invasion was the furthest thing from the minds of the revelers.


   John Osborne,   The man of the house was an accomplished flautist. Did he, I wonder,   favour saturating his instrument, like, Neddy Bryan,  the flute-player from Ballyknockan,   who on arrival at a session would request the facility to "....dip me   flute in a bucket o' water". According to the older people, Neddy Bryan,. . . when he was a young man played the Piccolo . . .that is . . . until the local schoolmaster informed him that the name Piccolo came from Piccolo Fluato . . the Italian for a “small flute”. “I’m damned” says Neddy “If I’m going to be called the fella with one of thim things” and from then on he concentrated on  the  CONCERT FLUTE. Neddy was a fir enough flute player but John Osborne would get so engrossed by certain tunes that he would go into a sort of a trance.

One night he was after playing a tune called “High Level” (Now . . .if I was sworn I can’t remember if it was a jig or a reel). Anyhow, one of the boyos says to him, “Do you know that your daughter is abroad in the haggard with Jimmy Doyle/” “I don’t” says John “But if you whistle a few bars of it I’ll have a go at it”.

  Dancing wasn’t the only thing that went on in such houses. Now . . . now . . that’s NOT what I’m talking about. If you’ll listen for a minnit I’ll explain. If John  Osborne was alive today he would be described as eccentric. Well . . . I suppose he wouldn’t . . he was a poor man and you have to be well off to merit the ephenusm “eccentric”. Anyway , he was a bit odd but could have some very practical, if unorthodox solutions to certain sitiuations. I’ll give you an example. One night a visiting dancer; a fine young fellow who had the book-learnin’ was going the next day for an interview with a view to joining the Garda Siochana. Opinions were divided as to where he was of the required height. Until a horse dealer, a relation of my own, stated with some authority,

“That man is not the full eighteen hands high”.

***** a stone cutter who only lived one field away went home and returned with a six-foot rule. And sure enough the prospective polisman proved to be half an inch short of the required height. What was to be done?. This was before the era of “brown envelopes” and anyway times were poor. John Osborne hit on a plan. When the dancers back was turned he dropped his flute and with the maximum alacrity  picked up an ash-plant. Almost before the pause in the music was noticed he gave the young man a belt of the stick on top of the head. “ “a fellandy” it was called up our way. The man in question had a good thick head o’ hair and the resulting bump brought him up to the required height.

  He made a good Guard but ever after, in our area anyway, he was known  as “lumpy head”. There were some colourful nicknames around our place, One young male patron of Osborne’s was known as “you’ll have yer ups an’ downs”. You are going to ask me how anyone could end up with such a cumbersome handle. Well . . . I’ll tell you. It was inherited- like a Peerage. His father, as a young man had met a girl at a house-dance, a few miles away. Her parents were dead and she had returned from the US of A and, of course, had a few Dollars. And . . . she was an only child, into the bargain and . . had  inherited a good few acres. Me man played his cards well and told her a few stories that wouldn’t exactly run parellell with the truth. Anyway, to make a long story short, the relationship blossomed and they got married. He was a steady enough lad . . . he had a few head o’ cattle . . . five or six. But . . . he had five brothers and each of them had a good few cattle. . . which he borrowed for the occasion. ( In modern Banking parlance such a move would be described as,” an artificial boost”.) The new bride must have thought she was back in the land of extensive ranches when the herd was installed on her little farm. There was shorthorns, Friesians, whiteheads and a couple of Aberdeen Anguses. Needless to say, for the first few mornings after the wedding the young couple didn’t get up too early. But one morning when the new bride arose from the marriage bed she noticed a reduction in the herd. One of her brothers in law, under cover of darkness, had repossessed what was rightfully his. When she pointed out the loss the her spouse his only comment was “you’ll have your ups an’ downs”. “You’ll have yer ups an’ downs” Every other night a similar  raid would take place as each brother took back his livestoch and every time the moryah “innocent” husband would say “you’ll have yer ups an’ downs”  

But I’m rambling. nowadays I think they call it digressing

   

I mentioned earlier about the practice of dipping the wooden flute in water. Well      Whether for flute-immersion or not a galvanized bucket of water was a

      permanent feature on the stone bench outside Osborne's door. And one June night when the boys and girls (a term used to describe those unmarried, and under 70) having made it relatively  unscathed through the Rock Park were knocking sparks from the floor. They  were glad of the opportunity, amid the jigs and the reels (and God only  knows what other energy-sapping activities) to exit occasionally for a   refreshing draught from the Parnassian bucket.

      At day-break, while preparing to depart, the exhausted assembly was

      informed by a youth (who was looked on locally as "a sort of a cod") of      how he had  suffered during the night with a stone-bruise on his big toe. The pain, he  said, would have been unbearable but for the fact that; " I used to go out  now an' agin an' dip it in the bucket o' water".

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