DelBloggolo: WHEN COMMON SENSE IS COMMON

Sunday, April 05, 2015

WHEN COMMON SENSE IS COMMON

Mick Flaherty had supped more Guinness than enough and had stumbled out of Quinn's bar and into the Sunday afternoon air.

As his drunken eyes squinted to adjust to the light, an ambulance went by at great speed. Blue lights flashing and siren blaring, it roared up the street with Mick in full flight running after it.

A hundred yards, 200, 300, almost a quarter of a mile he tracked it until suddenly, lungs and legs giving out, he fell into the gutter.

Then with his very last ounce of breath he roared: 'You can keep your damned ice cream!'

It isn’t often you get to meet people who are special in the sense that they don’t particularly stand out. They don’t advertise themselves and they don’t brag, they just talk and all the common sense you want is heard through the unassuming lips of that someone who has been there and done that and merged logic with good old fashioned common sense.

In my recent stay in California, I had the great pleasure to meet a lovely lady who has all the attributes afore mentioned. La Principessa, my beautiful granddaughter once again was the reason for this. Her nanny, a sweet and pleasant woman, all the way from the old sod, that being The Bronx and before that: Ireland who like the reminders of the summer nights here in the east is named: ‘Cricket’ and does she chirp! Her view in raising children is what I think we should all believe in.

For instance: she believes that kids when they play should get down in the dirt and get dirty, building an immune system that keeps them healthy. That when they play, don’t stand over them unless there is an immediate danger, let them fall and yes, even get hurt, they soon learn to brush off the hurt and move on.

Cricket is a patient woman, one who knows that children need some space to eat, play and sleep and when they need comfort, she has all the tools of being a mother of the year. She has taken my little granddaughter to the park to play with other children and Darby my granddaughter has learned to interact with her peers. Cricket has a home-spun side of her that immediately makes you want to sit don with her and have a cup of Irish tea, her Irish accent clear as the green of Ireland.

Me: “Hmmm… Cricket, from your accent, I’m guessing you ar from either Turin of Florence?”

Cricket: “Those are fighting words where I come from!”

I love her, she will help mold a beautiful child into someone special!