Mary, I LOVE the story. I haven't had a chance to tell you how
wonderful it is finding someone with (what could be...) my name! I would
really appreciate your e-mail address so that I could talk with you...or
your husband? It would greatly be appreciated...!
-Brad [log in to unmask]
On Fri, 18 Feb 1994, it was written:
> Neither, according to my aged, sainted great-grandmother.
> According to legand in my family, a friend of my great-grandmother's father
> invented the bagpipes in County Cork.
> Paddy O'Hara, loved music, lived for music, and was always trying to
> find the perfect instrument. It was spring, the sun was warm again
> after a particularly long, bitter winter and Paddy was courting. T
> He wanted so to impress and perhaps, dare he hope, win the beautious Megan
> McCarthy. But, how? Megan loved to dance and was known for miles around
> as the star of County Cork. Paddy resolved to make a new instrument
> that would wail at the bitterness of the winter past and sigh at the
> softness of the summer to come. This would be his gift for his Megan
> He went to work with a will. Soon, the bagpipes were born and Paddy ru
> rushed off to play them for his darling.
> He had been so busy, that he had not heard the local gossip. Megan's father
> had taken her off to town to buy fabric and sugar and such else the farm
> required. In his saddness, Paddy played his new pipes. The pipes re
> responded to Paddy's heartache and wailed like a lost soul, the sound
> rose from the pipes and floated out over the village. All who heard
> found tears in their eyes, their hearts filled with the sorrow the
> music carried.
> For days Paddy wandered the village, playing his mournful music, until
> his own neighbors turned against him.
> "Go from here, Paddy," they cried. "Come home when you have lost that
> beastly instrument." Lower than low, Paddy left.
> For weeks, Paddy traveled, carrying his pipes with him the whole time.
> Before long, he realised that Megan would be home now. Perhaps she would
> find another young man to love. He had to get home, before he lost his
> Megan. How could he get rid of his pipes? He had made them, and was
> proud of them. He tried selling them, but the minstrils had all heard
> the pipes lament and would not stay long enough to hear them sing.
> Now Paddy knew he was in a pickle. He would not simply abandon the pipes
> for he knew their worth.
> Finally, a merchant heading for Scotland and points beyond offered to
> take the pipes for Paddy. After exacting a promise that the pipes would
> go to someone who would appreciate them, Paddy agreed. The deal was made
> and Paddy rushed home to County Cork.
> Paddy married his coleen and nothing was heard of the pipes in many a
> After a time, though, word reached Paddy and Megan that a troupe of
> musicians from Scotland was passing through with a new attraction.
> The Wailing Pipes, given away t
> o a minstral in a card game, they had
> become the pride of Scottish minstralsy.
> Lost to the Scott in a game, no doubt. Paddy was happy that his pipes had
> found a good home.
> My great-grandmother always smiled at the end of this story and added
> "The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scotts as a joke and they took us
> Of course this tale is not historically accurate, and I appologize for
> the length, but I thought you all might enjoy this bit of blarney.