PAX Centurion - March / April 2015

Page 34 • PAX CENTURION • March/April 2015 617-989-BPPA (2772) Honorees Haley School of Irish Dance Irish Club Sponsors Canadian American Club County Donegal Association of Greater Boston Comhaltas Ceoltoiri Eireann Irish American Club of Cape Cod Irish Cultural Center of New England Irish Music Club of Greater Boston Irish Social Club of Boston Knights and Ladies of Saint Finbarr County Lietrim Society of Boston The Mayo Association North Shore Irish Association Norwood Irish Music Club County Roscommon Association of Boston Sligo Association  Retired Chief Bob Faherty Cops for Kids with Cancer Sr. Marguerite Kelly Irish Pastoral Center Dan McAuliffe Saint Elizabeth Parish, Milton More information and tickets: www.irishheartsfororphans.com Winnie Henry (617) 696-8585 Gerry McGrath (617) 908-2588 Doc Walsh (617) 298-8220 Event Sponsors The Boston Irish Emigrant The Boston Irish Reporter Courier Digital Solutions Marriott Boston Quincy WROL 950am WUNR/T.C. Cummings Sean Folan Show Tom Clifford – Ireland on the Move From the hearts of the Irish, to our brothers and sisters in need. Sunday, April 19, 2015 4:00-8:00 p.m. Marriott Boston Quincy 1000 Marriott Drive | Quincy, MA 02169 Emcee Danielle Vollmar (WCVB -5) Silent Auction | Andy Cooney Caribbean Cruise Raffle | Refreshments | Vendors Suggested Donation: $20 Entertainment Comhaltas Ceoltoiri Eireann Erin’s Melody Noel Henry’s Irish Show Band 6th Annual Benefit Dance Irish Hearts for Orphans Mothers always know By Mark A. Bruno I can remember as a kid the ability my Mother had to read right through me. It was scary how she could ask a question and know if you were lying by the way you looked at her. I wouldn’t say it was witch like, but certainly there was a mind control thing happening. She was not a police officer and she did not take criminal justice courses, yet she had the ability to detect if you were lying. She was a modern day Sherlock Holmes. Just one quick glance at that furtive movement you made with your head tilting it the wrong way, and your eyes looking to the right, and Bang! She had you now! Before you knew it you were being backed up and stepping in to it even deeper.Yes, a mother back then is what we now know today as our modern day detective. Nothing gets by her. She can smell a lie a mile away. Getting caught in a lie could be hazardous to your health. Below is a story in which the names have been changed to protect the innocent, I mean guilty. One time I, I mean a kid I know named Michael decided they would go down their friend’s grandfather’s cellar and drink some homemade wine. Needless to say Michael got carried away and did not listen to his friends warning, which was the wine is strong and only drink a little. After two frappe cups full of wine, I, I mean Michael, got hammered and found himself lying in the street drunk. Michael’s brother Ralph found him and carried him home, and put him in his bed. Well, the next morning I, I mean Michael, got up with a massive hangover and headed for the kitchen. Michael’s mother was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for an ex- planation. She looked at me, I mean Michael, and said, “All I want to know is who was carrying who last night.” Okay I will finish the story by saying I and me since you know who the story is about. With a straight face I looked at my Mother and said, “Ma, Ralphie has a problem.” Needless to say that smelling like a wino and looking like I just rolled out of the gutter was not cutting it. I’m think- ing exit stage left. It’s amazing how fleet- footed mothers can be when they need to dispatch a message, and that message is pain. My Mother picked up the broomstick and proceeded to chase me like a crazed ninja! I was cornered like a rat with nowhere to go. She swung that broomstick with pinpoint ac- curacy. Everywhere my head ducked the end of the broom handle found it. I’m thinking how I can get by without shoving her and making it worse. I make an attempt and she hurt her hand on my head while holding the stick. A couple of expletives fly my way and I start laughing, which made it worse. She makes a fist and bites her index finger which means I’m dead meat! I took my lumps and managed to survive to talk about it. My brother was not happy with me either, seeing I attempted to throw him under the bus. Those were special days indeed and I would gladly take a broomstick off the head to have my Mother back with me today. I’m sure many of you know what I’m talking about. With Mother’s Day approaching I thought a good story like this needed to be told. To all you moms Happy Mother’s Day. To my Mother Rose, God bless and keep you safe.