Hi Daren, I see we’re working together in the small group assignment this week…Your reference to Paolo Friere leads me to believe we’ll get along just fine. BTW- I lived and worked near Markethill (county armagh) with my uncles on a sheep farm in 1985/86… loved my time there. Ended each market day with a pint of guiness and a dram of whisky (that was at 6am!). My niece is now living in Dublin, carrying on the tradition of work abroad – hopefully not the 6am drinking! cheers.
Hi Yvonne,
You must have some amazing memories from those trips – that was such an interesting time in Ireland, Armagh certainly included. I just returned from a trip home and I do miss it sometimes – as much as I love Nova Scotia, there’s no rational excuse for pints and drams at 6am here – there, it just seems to fit 🙂
Count me as a Freire fan, though the cult of personality around him (around anyone really) can be a bit frightening.
For Ireland exists for two reasons and two reasons only: rashers of bacon and “irish” breakfast sausages. We can get decent gammon bacon here, but I’d kill for some snags!
January 19th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Hi Daren, I see we’re working together in the small group assignment this week…Your reference to Paolo Friere leads me to believe we’ll get along just fine. BTW- I lived and worked near Markethill (county armagh) with my uncles on a sheep farm in 1985/86… loved my time there. Ended each market day with a pint of guiness and a dram of whisky (that was at 6am!). My niece is now living in Dublin, carrying on the tradition of work abroad – hopefully not the 6am drinking! cheers.
January 20th, 2010 at 10:34 am
Hi Yvonne,
You must have some amazing memories from those trips – that was such an interesting time in Ireland, Armagh certainly included. I just returned from a trip home and I do miss it sometimes – as much as I love Nova Scotia, there’s no rational excuse for pints and drams at 6am here – there, it just seems to fit 🙂
February 4th, 2010 at 10:40 pm
Count me as a Freire fan, though the cult of personality around him (around anyone really) can be a bit frightening.
For Ireland exists for two reasons and two reasons only: rashers of bacon and “irish” breakfast sausages. We can get decent gammon bacon here, but I’d kill for some snags!