It is many years since I was a young seminarian and an even longer time since I was a little boy, but I will never forget the happy times I spent with Father Pat Farce and Father Maurice Crumb. (I have changed their names to protect the innocent ha ha).
Father Pat and his curate Father Maurice shared the parochial house, and they got by very well thank you without the help of a housekeeper, for both were excellent cooks and very tidy about the place.
I do not know if I ever mentioned this, but I was born in unfortunate circumstances, and in those days the priests were in charge of deciding what became of such children. Sadly, that is no longer the case, but back then they sent many a lucky infant to a happy new home in America or Australia and they always found a job for the fallen young women, working in the laundry under the kindly eye of the holy sisters.
For some reason, Father Pat and Father Maurice chose to take me under their wing. They brought me away from the hospital the day I was born, and took me to live with them in the priest’s house, where I grew up in a happy and prayerful atmosphere. I could say, in many ways, that I had two Fathers (though of course I also had Our Blessed Mother in Heaven). You might even say that I became a Father myself under the influence of my two Fathers, though of course none of us was really a father, if you see what I mean ha ha ha.
What is my reason for bringing this up?
Well, you see I was listening to the wireless this morning and I happened to hear that excellent public representative from Galway. Roman Mullet, I think is his name. A fine strong Catholic.
It was about that silly proposal to let two men be married and raise children. He correctly pointed out that two men cannot possibly raise a child because it is against the natural way of things. He also said that if we allow men to marry, they will deprive children of their natural parents, which is also true and not something I could ever condone. Besides, they would be drunk all the time.
There is no suggestion of allowing women to marry so I could not follow what he was saying about that, but I am not so sure I agree with him about two women raising children. Women are natural cleaners and would keep a house nice and tidy for a baby to grow up in. I remember many of my school friends growing up with their grandmothers and their aunts and it did not seem to do them any harm, so I will have to differ with Mr Mullet on that point, I hope he will forgive me ha ha ha. Besides, women would never wish to marry each other, since they could never be married in the fullest sense, if you’ll forgive my indelicacy. Being women.
All in all, I am glad that Father Pat and Father Maurice are no longer alive to see what Ireland has come to. They would be very shocked at the idea of men living together and taking children away from their mother and father.