Moira's Moments: An Grianán

Friday, February 24, 2012

An Grianán

Last weekend was our An Grianán weekend and I did Jenny Rolfe's workshop on seedheads. This is the one I did first to her technique. Used hand dyes that I had bought 2 years ago in Alsace. Little peices of fabric were bonded to pemet vylene and then free motion stitched. pieces if netting and sheers placed over that and stited again. Finally, the seed heads were sewn.

I went on to do a landscape and didn't really think or intend it to be the Murrough...but it is!

Added in some of my own ideas as well on this one...quite pleased with it.

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Almond/Cherry Cakes

200 grams glace cherries 250 grams self raising flour 225 grams softened butter 175 grams caster sugar 3 large eggs beaten 1-3 teaspoons almond essence 100 grams ground almonds 6 tablespoons of milk Note there are 545 grams in one lb. Wash cherries and cut in half, dry and toss in a little flour. Cream butter and sugar until fluffy. Gradually add in beaten eggs and almond essence. Gently fold in the flour and ground almonds. Fold in cherries and then the milk. Spoon mix into small cake tins. Bake for 30 minutes at 170 degrees. Decorate with royal icing.

Gingerbread

4oz plain flour 1/2 teaspoon bread soda 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon mixed spice 2oz unsalted butter chilled and diced 2 oz black treacle 2oz golden syrup 2 oz light Muscavado sugar 5 fl oz milk 1 egg yolk heat oven to 180 degrees. Sift all dry ingredients together, rub butter with fingertips until resembles fine breadcrumbs. Melt treacle, syrup, sugar and milk over low heat stirring all the time. Whisk the milk mixture into dry ingredients. Add egg yol. Mixture should be like a thin batter. Line a one lb loaf tin with baking parchment and pour in the cake mixture. Bake for 20 -40 mins.

A little history

This part of the blog spot is to be dedicated to noting the family history....If I do a little bit every day maybe I might get it all done.
My mothers side
My mother was born Josephine Jennette (yes...that's the surname) on 19th March 1919. Her father was William Jennette who was born in Dublin and his father was from near Lough Neagh in Northern Ireland. His family once owned a circus called Jennettes Circus which eventually became what I have known as Cullens Fun Fair. My grandfather's father was a terrible drinker. He left his wife and my grandfather and his sister Angela on a drinking bout, he went to America and came back sober 16 years after he left. The result was my grand uncle Paddy. The family were comfortably off until my great grandfather had drunk and gambled everything including the Red Branch Hotel in D'Olier St in Dublin which he lost in a poker game. My great grandmother moved to Raharney, Co Westmeath with the young William and Angela. She worked doing washing to keep them together and even managed to give my grandfather an education in secondary school up to about age 16. Angela as an adult became the black sheep of the family and lost contact with her brothers. Uncle Paddy found her death notice when she died .
My Granny was Mary Farelly from Raharney, her mothers maiden name was D'arcy and that family had been there since Norman times. I know very little about the family. Granny worked in service in the local big house and left when she married at 26 to my Grandad who was 19. She told me once that she wore a green velvet dress for her wedding day. Granny and Grandad were related in some way because Granny said that the priest who married them had to check to see if they could marry because they were cousins.
My mother was the eldest in the family. There were eight children in all....Rose born 1921, Nan, 1923, Philomena, 1927, Billy,1926, Pat, Michael and Jimmy (?1939).

My Grandfather went to England sometime in the mid 1920's to work, the rest of the famly joined him sometime before aunt Phil was born. All the others in the family were born in England. They lived mainly in Coventry and during the war my mother was for much of the time the only one with a job. She had a variety of these including working in a hosiery factory and working as a shop girl in a Co-op shop. They were badly affected by the bombing during the war and it made my mother terrified of thunderstorms for the remainder of her life. My mother thought she had a vocation to become a nun and was on retreat with the Poor Clares when war was declared in 1939. Sometime before the family left England in 1945 my mother began apprenticeship to become a tailor. She continued this training with a tailor in Ballivor, Co Meath. The family bought a house in Craddenstown, Raharney, Co. Westmeath. The house was built sometime in the 1760s and had originally been a schoohhouse which was evidenced by the fact that the entire upstairs was partitioned by wooden panelled walls. My mother emigrated to America (sponsored by her Aunt Delia my granny's sister) in 1947. She worked as a housekeeper until she married my fatjer in 1949. I found out after her death that my father had been divorced when my mother married him, which was a terrible thing in those days. My mother had a son born in 1949 but he died as an infant. I was born in 1952 and my sister in 1954. We lived at 6151 West Court Street, Flint Michigan. The house was a bungalow on a large site. We had a huge orchard. At that time the area was still mainly farmland. Across the road from us was a farm owned by a Polish emmigrant family called Pedresky. They were an old couple and Mrs Pedresky made her own butter and could barely speak any English. On one side of us was the Perez family who were Mexican and they had a basement which we evacuated to in time of tornado warnings - the Perez's, the Pedreskys and us. On the other side of us were fields and across the field almost out of site was a church of some sort.

Moira's Moments

Friday, February 24, 2012

An Grianán

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