tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post3239728056634810030..comments2023-06-27T03:43:35.956-04:00Comments on LowellIrish: Goodbye Mr. KeyesLowellIrishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17581828365206969935noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post-66742278297583011602016-09-02T16:27:07.849-04:002016-09-02T16:27:07.849-04:00There were six of us villains who lives at 324 Suf...There were six of us villains who lives at 324 Suffolk Street just adjacent to st. Patrick's Church in school and of course the canal. We all had to learn how to Irish step dance. The older 3 got pretty good and we're in competition. I shall never forget one Christmas Eve service. At least four of us were in the choir under mr. Mcgrail's leadership. As was customary in those days, (circa 1960) they had hired two professional singers from Boston, a man and a woman, to take the lead parts in some of the Holy songs that we sang. One of my older brothers had tried alcohol that night for the first time. I think it was Boone's Farm cherry wine. As the bass emanating from the huge organ pipes check our little bodies, the man first started singing operatically. Buy Boone's Farm Brother started laughing. Which got all of us laughing. Poor mr. Mcgrail tried and tried to stare us down, all to no avail. Even though we couldn't stop laughing, I'll never forget the feeling that we had committed a sin in church. That was truly a Christmas Eve service to remember.TrueAmericanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09909547899653790906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post-48828695019310098312016-02-13T22:21:17.142-05:002016-02-13T22:21:17.142-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08279747771524437324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post-33705218535344785322016-02-13T22:21:14.502-05:002016-02-13T22:21:14.502-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08279747771524437324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post-3229965594161027562016-02-13T22:19:48.450-05:002016-02-13T22:19:48.450-05:00I remember trying to go to sleep at night, while l...I remember trying to go to sleep at night, while living on Suffolk St., and they'd have the jukebox blaring. You could even hear people yelling or talking loud from inside the place. I also remember shoe shine boys going there during the afternoons after school to try to earn a buck shining shoes. That building also housed Tournas' Peanut Shop too I believe. Lots of history in that building. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08279747771524437324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4934082776237806721.post-46380604020923097562016-02-13T21:58:38.345-05:002016-02-13T21:58:38.345-05:00Sad we are not going to get the immigrant tenement...Sad we are not going to get the immigrant tenement museum like in NYC you had been wishing for David. Like your idea for shanty memorial. tmirish7https://www.blogger.com/profile/01197439381335843797noreply@blogger.com