Lee Havens Tinneny
plan was made; the day was set; to Goladuff we'd go;
The Tinnenys and the 'Blow-ins' had roots to seek and
grand appointed day had come; our goals we soon would fix;
A Sunday afternoon, the ninth of June, of 1996.
dressed the part of adventurers and headed for the lough;
Across we'd go from Quivvy shore; at Gola we would dock.
rowed the Tinneny boat; the course was very sure;
Twas Maisie, Josie, Richard and Lee who stepped on Gola's
wind it blew, no rain came down so Neilie headed back;
To go and fetch the others; sure, Michael took the track.
rowed the second time and Bunty swam beside;
Susanna, too, now made the trip; it was an easy ride.
stepped and strode way up the hill; we chattered all the
There was no doubt, no question asked, this was a special
to the Homeplace ground, our roots we knew would soon be
Up through the lane, before so clear, now covered by yews
and moss, so drear.
shell of the house before us arose with walls propped up;
no thatch exposed.
The Homeplace, once fine as any around, seemed destined a
death, down to the ground.
briars, the ivy, the nettles too, all whispered to us...
"Stay away! Go! Shoo!"
wouldn't relent, our intentions were pure.
We'd dig up the ground and poke all around; the past it
still did lure.
bottles, the pots, the locks and the hinges,
Gave out with memories, joys and sad twinges.
history was there down deep and on top.
We knew that our hunting would not stop.
stories, photos and the like;
Set us moving toward our next strike.
Francis' and Patrick's wee houses not far;
But part of the Tinneny's historical star.
trod in the muck, the mud and the mire;
But never did mind it, nor did we tire.
been with the past on Goladuff hills;
We'd been with each other; such a joy...such a thrill!