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A Telling Tale from the Emerald Isle September 6, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke.

220px-OldBeggar1Paddy had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition.

It seems that his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on water on their 18th birthday.

On that special day, they’d each walked across the lake to the pub on the far side for their first legal drink.

So when Paddy’s 18th birthday came around, he and his pal Mick took a boat out to the middle of the lake.

Paddy stepped out of the boat and  nearly drowned before Mick managed to pull him to safety.

Disappointed and confused, Paddy went to see his grandmother.

170px-Maes_Old_Woman_Dozing“Granny, ’tis me 18th birthday, at long last.  So why can’t I walk across the lake like me father, his father and his father before him?”

Granny looked into Paddy’s troubled eyes and shook her head.  “Ye father, granddad and great-granddad were all born in December when the lake is frozen.  Ye were born in August, ya daft banana!”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  e-mail from an unknown author (sent by Granny1947)



1. Silver in the Barn - September 6, 2014

Daft banana!! I’m stealing that!!!

nrhatch - September 6, 2014

Yay! That’s one of the changes I made because Granny used some very naughty and salty language in the e-mail I received. I prefer the jokes I post to be PG-13.

2. Jill Weatherholt - September 6, 2014

That’s hilarious, Nancy! Thanks for making it PG-13 for us. 🙂

nrhatch - September 6, 2014

You’re welcome. Glad you got a kick out of this PG-13 version. Granny knows a few super salty expletives.

3. Eric Tonningsen - September 6, 2014

I have mental volumes of these stories about my grandfather and his predecessors. Of course, it was my grandmother who always clarified. 🙂

nrhatch - September 6, 2014

How fun. Have you considered transferring the mental volumes into a more permanent record?

My Great Aunt Edie shared wonderful tales of the Highlands, the Hebrides, and the Orkney Isles, augmented with her fine Scottish brogue.

Eric Tonningsen - September 7, 2014

Actually, my Mom has. She spent the last two years of her Dad’s life sitting down with him and transcribing many of his stories and sketchy pieces of family history. I know where her ‘captures’ are and intend to go through a similar recollection/reminiscing exercise with her, the difference being I’ll record it in a digital format. I’m afraid the brogues are all but memory now, unless I hop the pond and visit with descendants still telling tales on the Emerald Isle.

nrhatch - September 7, 2014

What a wonderful way to celebrate the end of her dad’s life ~ by sitting and listening to him share his stories. Hope you have a chance to do the same with your mom.

4. Val Boyko - September 6, 2014

Thanks for the hoot 🙂

nrhatch - September 6, 2014

Glad you enjoyed, Val. Hope you’re having a wee bit of fun this weekend. We just returned from a festive fest about the festivals of India, stuffed full of Bhel Puri, Samosas, and Spring Rolls.

Val Boyko - September 7, 2014

I’m hungry!! We ate Greek food last night. Indian is next friday. Yum!
Foodies unite 😛
Val x

nrhatch - September 7, 2014

That’s hysterical ~ on our way home, we said that we wanted our next fest to be GREEK!

5. ericjbaker - September 6, 2014

If that ain’t Occam’s razor…

nrhatch - September 6, 2014

You, sir, are no daft banana! The simplest explanation is often the best explanation.

6. elizabeth2560 - September 7, 2014

This is SO funny. This started my day with a laugh. 🙂

nrhatch - September 7, 2014

Yay! Glad you enjoyed.

7. jannatwrites - September 9, 2014

Daft banana…hahaha 🙂

nrhatch - September 9, 2014

The word “daft” is smile inducing. :mrgreen:

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