Hey, Franki-boy Krygowski, where are those seasonal workers fromDonegal you promised to prove?

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 11:41:09 PM UTC+1, Frank Krygowski wrote:
On 7/31/2020 4:56 PM, Duane wrote:
Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 08:36:51 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 12:19:22 AM UTC+1, wrote:
On Thursday, July 30, 2020 at 11:04:50 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
Hey, Franki-boy Krygowski, where are those seasonal workers from
Donegal you promised to prove?

Andre Jute
Just a gentle nudge for you to do your duty, Franki-boy

What do you want to bet that Frank thinks Donegal is a town?

You owe me a new keyboard, Tom. I just sputtered a favourite keyboard
with coffee. Heh-heh! -- AJ

Please do it again. Wikipedia seems to think Donegal is a town:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal_(town)
http://www.donegaltown.ie


Not to get involved too much except out of boredom, Donegal is a county,
isn’t it?

sigh

Yes, it's a county, and it's also a town within the county.

When people speak of Donegal style music (which I play, among other
styles) they are talking about the county.

Have you ever considered creating something original, Krygowski, or are you resigned to being a dull copycat for the rest of your life, playing other men's "styles" of music?

--
- Frank Krygowski

Andre Jute
Remind me when her publishers launch it to give you a copy of the music I wrote to promote my protege Dakota Franklin's books; there's a cut of it which I've been using very effectively as a distinctive ringtone.

On Saturday, August 1, 2020 at 1:27:27 AM UTC+1, jbeattie wrote:
On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 4:12:15 PM UTC-7, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 20:56:13 -0000 (UTC), Duane
wrote:

Jeff Liebermann wrote:
Please do it again. Wikipedia seems to think Donegal is a town:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal_(town)
http://www.donegaltown.ie

Not to get involved too much except out of boredom, Donegal is a county,
isn’t it?

The secret to long life is to never resist temptation. You're likely
to live a long life, along with many other bicyclists who post such
comments.

Yes, Donegal is a county. However, it's also:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal
a bay, a town, a castle, an airport, an Irish parliamentary
constituency, various communities in Canada and Pennsylvania, two
gunships, a ferry boat, a brand of wool carpet, and a dairy company.
Which of these are responsible for seasonal workers is a subject of
which I know nothing. However, it doesn't really matter because the
objective of my comments was to inspire Andre Jute to repeat his
performance before the keyboard so that I have a defensible excuse for
demonstrating my expertise in the fine art of keyboard cleansing.

Drivel: Did you know he has a chandelier named in his honor?
https://www.google.com/search?q=regina+andrew+jute&hl=en&tbm=isch

He is also the author of the "scratch and sniff" runaway best seller: https://tinyurl.com/y6qjfmdb

-- Jay Beattie.

One day I'm in the library, and there's this woman going on about how she's just returned from their villa in Spain and how she needs a holiday to recover from her holiday. The librarian, a spinster lady of cutting wit, which probably accounted for her marital state, raised an eyebrow a fraction at me. After the loud woman leaves, I say, "Ooh, I could just do with a holiday." Quick as a flash the librarian says, "Buy a bag of penny sweets, give them away to children on the main street, abuse the guard [policeman] who asks you what you think you're doing, and the magistrate will give you a good long holiday at the government's expense." -- AJ

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 11:41:09 PM UTC+1, Frank Krygowski wrote:

... Donegal style music (which I play, among other
styles) ...
--
-Frank Krygowski

Down in a Kerry pub after climbing Carrauntoohil (1,038.6 m, 3,407 ft), this story was told to us as the truth:
This American, name of Krygowski, is touring Ireland, in search of his Celtic ancestors. No, honest, this is what Mr Krygowski says, his Celtic ancestors. Up the road a little ways, just beyond where the drunken cyclist drowned in the pothole in the road Christmas before last, Mr Krygowski spots a farmer harvesting. He opens the gate and wades through the farmer's wheat to get to where the farmer has stopped his harvester and is watching this clumsy American destroy several hundred euros' worth of his precious harvest.

"Hey, how they hangin'?" Mr Krygowski enquires in his most boisterously, fraudulently friendly manner.

The farmer, a confessing Catholic and a good family man, is outraged at this familiar reference to his privates by a total stranger, and a clumsy American oaf at that.

"Ah'm lookin' for mah Celtic ancestors," shouts Mr Krygowski over the noise of the machinery.

A sly look passes the farmer's face but the insensitive Mr Krygowski doesn't notice. The farmer considerately switches off the machinery.

When the machinery has quite spun to silence, the farmer says, "All right, I'll help you. Show me your family leprechaun."

"Huh? What's that?"

"Every genuine Celtic family has a leprechaun. Don't you know anything?"

"No, I'm a college professor from Ohio, see, and..."

"Nobody's going to help you until you show them your family leprechaun." And with that the farmer switches all the machinery on again.

"But where do I get my family's leprechaun?" Mr Krygowski shouts desperately.

"In Kerry," the farmer shouts back. "The Tourist Office. Don't leave without your leprechaun. Close the gate behind you." And off the farmer harvested, leaving Mr Krygowski, the wouldbe Celt, standing in a storm of noise and sprayed stalks.

The next episode in this tale takes place in the Kerry branch of the Tourist Office, a pleasant building with pleasant people in it. They can't persuade Mr Krygowski that they don't have any leprechauns, that they are indeed Irish and very likely Celtic too, but their families don't keep leprechauns -- "...or any other exotic pets," one young woman is ill-advised to add, causing Mr Krygowski to lecture the manager on his responsibility to keep his staff under control in their contacts with fellow-Celts.

Soon Mr Krygowski, convinced that they're lying to him just because he's an American, is shouting. "If you don't have a leprechaun, you can't be Irish or Celtic!"

Finally they call the police to remove this Ugly American so they can shut the Tourist Office and go home to their families. Two Guards [policemen] arrive and, after conferring with the Tourist Manager for Kerry, say quietly to Mr Krygowski from Ohio, the wannabe Irishman and Celt. "See, it's a secret society. They aren't allowed to tell you anything. But come down to the station and we'll check your papers and issue you a permit."

And, meek as a lamb, Mr Krygowski followed the police to the station in his own car, spent the night in the cells because the station sergeant wanted to be certain the excitable man wasn't intoxicated or drugged, and in the morning was sent on his way with a flea in his ear, and told not to cause a nuisance at Tourist Offices.

When I told the story at Le Chateau [the pub next to my newspaper of record in Ireland] the next day as a joke, a deputy editor said, "It's no joke. Mr Krygowski spoke to Don [a reporter with an occasional column about weirdos and street people and suchlike] but he was too weird even for Don and, anyway, on the back bench [where the subs sit in final judgement as the paper is locked up and goes to press] we were worried this deranged fellow would harm himself if we appeared to credit his story by publishing it."

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the deluded Mr Krygowski.

Copyright 2020 Andre Jute

On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 17:19:47 -0700, Andre Jute, waffling from his
delusions, wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 9:19:59 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:

Good luck. If you have problems, just ask one of the seasonal workers
for help. They might not know much about keyboard cleaning, but the
probably know more than the local bicycle blacksmith.

Sadly, in the times Frank & I are talking about, it might have been
quills only.

Poor Franki-boy got misled by that useful idiot (to me, not to
Franki-boy, heh-heh!), news18, known here as the thief Peter Howard, who
in falling over himself to contradict me reported absolutely erroneously
about the peasants I was talking about that they went to England as
seasonal labourers, and I couldn't be bothered to correct the wretched
little man.

" As far back as the 14th century, itinerant Irish migrants were known to
travel throughout England and Scotland in search of employment. This
became more prevalent by the end of the 18th century when groups such as
the “spalpeens� and “tattie howkers�, large travelling gangs of Irish
men, women and children, would help bring in the annual harvest. "

https://theconversation.com/who-pick...nd-veg-before-
migrant-workers-63279

"Irish immigration to Britain - emigration from Ireland to England,
Scotland or Wales - was nothing new even before the mass exodus of the
Famine years (1845-1849). Up to the time of that crisis, Britain had
always been the principal destination of Irish migrants, whether their
movement was temporary eg. for seasonal work, or permanent. "

https://www.irish-genealogy-toolkit....o-Britain.html

Oh dear, so easy to find and much more of it.

See Tommy, living there doesn't give you magical insight into the history
of a location.

Of course, AJ is just really not even seasonal labour as he had to move
from country to country for some reason and still doesn't understand,
that 'Northern Ireland' is a recent British political solution that next
year will 'celebrate' 100 years of existence.

On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 17:28:44 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

Remind me when her publishers launch it to give you a copy of the music
I wrote to promote my protege Dakota Franklin's books; there's a cut of
it which I've been using very effectively as a distinctive ringtone.

I did the same with me banging on my keyboard synthesizer.
http://www.learnbydestroying.com/jeffl/Korg_DSS-1/keyboards.jpg

Last October, I bought a new used phone (Google Pixel 1). Of course,
it needed a suitable ring tone. I soon discovered that on the
original Pixel 1, the maximum ringer volume was barely sufficient to
be heard over the road noise, and totally lost if the car radio was
playing. I tried the various built in sounds, which were all lacking.
I tried downloading various super-loud ring tones, which were better,
but still not loud enough. After a few hours of frustration, I
resigned myself to making my own. I updated to the latest version of
Audacity, which was a mistake because it mangled several plug-ins.
https://www.audacityteam.org
After an hour of download updated plug-ins, Audacity was working
again. I was planning to record a few riffs, but it was late and I
was tired. So, I selected 20 seconds of something I did 20 years ago,
expanded the volume to as high as possible before it started to
noticeably distort, saved the result, and gave up. It has a rough
start, a badly timed abrupt ending, could be louder, but adequate for
a first try. (20 seconds, WAV file, 867K):
http://www.learnbydestroying.com/jeffl/music/Adreyella-ring.wav
Playing such music as a ring tone also offers an interesting benefit.
When my phone "rings" at an inappropriate time, people think that I
accidentally started a music player. Instead of the angry "Turn off
the damn phone", I just get a quick glance and no anger. I think I'll
keep it.



--
Jeff Liebermann
150 Felker St #D http://www.LearnByDestroying.com
Santa Cruz CA 95060 http://802.11junk.com
Skype: JeffLiebermann AE6KS 831-336-2558

On 31/07/2020 23.41, Frank Krygowski wrote:
On 7/31/2020 4:56 PM, Duane wrote:
Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 08:36:51 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 12:19:22 AM UTC+1, wrote:
On Thursday, July 30, 2020 at 11:04:50 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
Hey, Franki-boy Krygowski, where are those seasonal workers from
Donegal you promised to prove?

Andre Jute
Just a gentle nudge for you to do your duty, Franki-boy

What do you want to bet that Frank thinks Donegal is a town?

You owe me a new keyboard, Tom. I just sputtered a favourite keyboard
with coffee. Heh-heh! -- AJ

Please do it again.Â* Wikipedia seems to think Donegal is a town:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal_(town)
http://www.donegaltown.ie


Not to get involved too much except out of boredom, Donegal is a county,
isn’t it?

sigh

Yes, it's a county, and it's also a town within the county.

Like Washington you mean!

When people speak of Donegal style music (which I play, among other
styles) they are talking about the county.

On Saturday, August 1, 2020 at 4:38:41 AM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 17:28:44 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

Remind me when her publishers launch it to give you a copy of the music
I wrote to promote my protege Dakota Franklin's books; there's a cut of
it which I've been using very effectively as a distinctive ringtone.

I did the same with me banging on my keyboard synthesizer.
http://www.learnbydestroying.com/jeffl/Korg_DSS-1/keyboards.jpg

Last October, I bought a new used phone (Google Pixel 1). Of course,
it needed a suitable ring tone. I soon discovered that on the
original Pixel 1, the maximum ringer volume was barely sufficient to
be heard over the road noise, and totally lost if the car radio was
playing. I tried the various built in sounds, which were all lacking.
I tried downloading various super-loud ring tones, which were better,
but still not loud enough. After a few hours of frustration, I
resigned myself to making my own. I updated to the latest version of
Audacity, which was a mistake because it mangled several plug-ins.
https://www.audacityteam.org
After an hour of download updated plug-ins, Audacity was working
again. I was planning to record a few riffs, but it was late and I
was tired. So, I selected 20 seconds of something I did 20 years ago,
expanded the volume to as high as possible before it started to
noticeably distort, saved the result, and gave up. It has a rough
start, a badly timed abrupt ending, could be louder, but adequate for
a first try. (20 seconds, WAV file, 867K):
http://www.learnbydestroying.com/jeffl/music/Adreyella-ring.wav
Playing such music as a ring tone also offers an interesting benefit.
When my phone "rings" at an inappropriate time, people think that I
accidentally started a music player. Instead of the angry "Turn off
the damn phone", I just get a quick glance and no anger. I think I'll
keep it.



--
Jeff Liebermann
150 Felker St #D http://www.LearnByDestroying.com
Santa Cruz CA 95060 http://802.11junk.com
Skype: JeffLiebermann AE6KS 831-336-2558

My iPhone 4S is getting on for ten years old, so I replaced it, and my wife's Samsung Galaxy which is probably 15 years old, with NOS first series iPhone SE, which are smaller than the new SE. I can't abide these new near-tablet size phones and am appalled at their apparent fragility. One of the reasons I like the 4S and SE is that they're carved from solid aluminium. My 4S after nearly ten years on my bike looks new because it has been inside a leather case all that time, with a protective glass film across the face. Since we live in a near-zero crime environment, those phones are probably 95% of our security.

I'm *very* impressed with your stack of keyboards. I just took my old Nagra from its box, had the piano tuned, sent for some pals, and eventually used Garageband to put the bits together for digital reproduction and to cut out the ringtone in the right format. Then one of the kids explained we coulda done it all from start to finish in Garageband in an hour...

I've had the ringtone on my phone for a couple of years now, while I fiddle with the music (a mature artist never delivers the work until the pressure mounts irresistibly -- only kids, hungry for approval, rush in). When that syncopated concert grand starts up, it silences an entire busload of chatterers. The downside is that, once silenced by the ringtone, they listen to your conversation.

Andre Jute
Polymath

Read the headline, Dingleberry. Frank-boy is claiming seasonal workers from *Donegal*, specifically. I've already put him down for generic handwaving. And here you are, generically handwaving about seasonal Irish workers, who were in the time and place, very unlikely ever to return to Ireland, never mind return annually. How would they have saved the passage on what harvesting paid? You're an idiot non pareil, Peter Howard, aka news18. How would the starving families in the Gap of Dunlop which I was talking about the first time you tried your silly handwaving about seasonal workers have come by the money for passage even to England? Show us "seasonal workers" leaving from *and returning to* Donegal, and we'll take you seriously. Until you can do that, leave economic history to people with brains.

You're a stupid waste of oxygen.

Andre Jute
I wonder what made this kindergarten wannabe debater think he could be a writer.

On Saturday, August 1, 2020 at 4:05:41 AM UTC+1, news18 wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 17:19:47 -0700, Andre Jute, waffling from his
delusions, wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 9:19:59 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:

Good luck. If you have problems, just ask one of the seasonal workers
for help. They might not know much about keyboard cleaning, but the
probably know more than the local bicycle blacksmith.

Sadly, in the times Frank & I are talking about, it might have been
quills only.

Poor Franki-boy got misled by that useful idiot (to me, not to
Franki-boy, heh-heh!), news18, known here as the thief Peter Howard, who
in falling over himself to contradict me reported absolutely erroneously
about the peasants I was talking about that they went to England as
seasonal labourers, and I couldn't be bothered to correct the wretched
little man.

" As far back as the 14th century, itinerant Irish migrants were known to
travel throughout England and Scotland in search of employment. This
became more prevalent by the end of the 18th century when groups such as
the “spalpeens� and “tattie howkers�, large travelling gangs of Irish
men, women and children, would help bring in the annual harvest. "

https://theconversation.com/who-pick...nd-veg-before-
migrant-workers-63279

"Irish immigration to Britain - emigration from Ireland to England,
Scotland or Wales - was nothing new even before the mass exodus of the
Famine years (1845-1849). Up to the time of that crisis, Britain had
always been the principal destination of Irish migrants, whether their
movement was temporary eg. for seasonal work, or permanent. "

https://www.irish-genealogy-toolkit....o-Britain.html

Oh dear, so easy to find and much more of it.

See Tommy, living there doesn't give you magical insight into the history
of a location.

Of course, AJ is just really not even seasonal labour as he had to move
from country to country for some reason and still doesn't understand,
that 'Northern Ireland' is a recent British political solution that next
year will 'celebrate' 100 years of existence.

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 5:19:49 PM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 9:19:59 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 08:36:51 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 12:19:22 AM UTC+1, wrote:
On Thursday, July 30, 2020 at 11:04:50 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
Hey, Franki-boy Krygowski, where are those seasonal workers from Donegal you promised to prove?

Andre Jute
Just a gentle nudge for you to do your duty, Franki-boy

What do you want to bet that Frank thinks Donegal is a town?

You owe me a new keyboard, Tom. I just sputtered a favourite keyboard with coffee. Heh-heh! -- AJ

Please do it again. Wikipedia seems to think Donegal is a town:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal_(town)
http://www.donegaltown.ie

Hopefully, you didn't add any sugar to the coffee. Sugar makes the
keyboard rather sticky until it's washed and wiped a few times. This
looks like barely tolerable advice:
https://www.hungerford.tech/help-i-spilled-coffee-on-my-keyboard.php
I cheat and use my air compressor to blow away as much surface liquid
as possible before washing. Try to blow across the surface of the
keyboard and not down into the mechanism and electronics.

After the ritual baptism of the keyboard, blow away as much residual
water as possible. Hang the keyboard vertically so that the drippings
will land in the ends of the keyboard, not into the mechanism or key
dome area. For the remaining water to evaporate, leave the keyboard
in the sun for a few hours if its warm, or a few days if it's overcast
or the humidity is high. Blow some more compressed air under the
keys. If you see water droplets, it's not dry yet.

Also, don't use gas (petrol) station compressed air. They usually
spray water, rust, and oil.

Good luck. If you have problems, just ask one of the seasonal workers
for help. They might not know much about keyboard cleaning, but the
probably know more than the local bicycle blacksmith.


--
Jeff Liebermann
150 Felker St #D http://www.LearnByDestroying.com
Santa Cruz CA 95060 http://802.11junk.com
Skype: JeffLiebermann AE6KS 831-336-2558

Thanks, Jeff. Donegal is both a town and a county but "Donegal style" in anything refers to the county; the town probably has some local pride but it has long since been supplanted as a county's main centre.

Of course, people with taste don't bother much about "Donegal style" -- they go for the real thing instead. For instance I have a hat and scarf in Donegal tweed, grey and green and black, and used to have a donkey jacket in the same tweed but gave it to a woman shivering in a t-shirt in midwinter at a bus stop. She, probably sensibly, wouldn't get in a car with two men, my driver and me, when we stopped to offer her a ride as we were on our way to the only place the bus that passed there went, as it happens the music school where I was to give a talk and a demonstration on a modern violin a famous* Austrian luthier had sent me to staff, senior students and the local luthiers; so I just gave her the jacket to keep her dry and we drove on.

* Maybe I should describe him as notorious -- he'd been in jail for his differences with his local luthiers' guild though today his instruments are displayed in the museum as a matter of national pride, and played around the world.

"Donegal style" is strictly for wannabes, like Franki-boy's fiddle group. And the Scottish influence in Donegal fiddle-playing, such as it is, has nothing to do with seasonal labourers but with the shape of Donegal, a long finger of land beside Scottish-settled Northern Ireland. Talk of two different countries shouldn't mislead you into believing there's anything like a border there with Customs and Excise and Immigration controls. You just drive or cycle or walk across and most of the time you don't even know you've crossed the border.

Poor Franki-boy got misled by that useful idiot (to me, not to Franki-boy, heh-heh!), news18, known here as the thief Peter Howard, who in falling over himself to contradict me reported absolutely erroneously about the peasants I was talking about that they went to England as seasonal labourers, and I couldn't be bothered to correct the wretched little man. Franki-boy then presumptively extended that "seasonal labourers" bull**** to Donegal, where it is especially inapt -- and inept! Nobody with brains who's ever been there, or seen a map and knows a little history, would believe in "seasonal labourers". (For your information, the seasonal labourers on British farms are -- more likely were, as they're no longer so poor -- from the large Irish settlements in many British cities. A moment's thought, or a ruler and a map, will tell anyone who isn't blinded by hatred or stupidity instantly that seasonal labourers are not transported across expensive distances because their labour simply doesn't warrant the expense. Does anyone bring Latinos from New York to California to pick melons?)

Then the wretched Krygowski, in his normal nasty style, tried to lie about it when I corrected him. His quotation from Wikipedia was no doubt cut short with ellipses because it didn't support his claim of seasonal labourers, making his claim of a great depth of references standing behind him a lie.. Ellipses are always a sign that there's a lie behind Franki-boy's stubborn assurance that he's won the argument -- which in his absence wouldn't have been an argument but a friendly discussion. The wretched man is incapable of doing anything as minimally gracious as admitting error and apologising for it: he has no grace.

Of course, I don't need to look it up in Grove or some pop reference: I know more than Franki-boy, or anyone he can reach, about music in Ireland, and probably everywhere else as well. I wrote a column on it for fifteen or twenty years for a leading Irish paper; my column was widely syndicated and in all that time nobody contradicted me on a matter of fact. So I flicked off poor old Krygowski, like a piece of snot off my thumb, on my own authority, the same way I would flick off the little flame merchants infesting the net on suspensions which were my main specialty in automobiles; the difference is that my expertise on music is older, deeper and more recent as well.

Normally I'd assume on this kind of thing that someone made an honest error, and correct them politely, but Krygowski tried to embarrass me when I arrived here, refused to apologise, and has attempted to bully me since. I left him be while I dealt one by one with the bandwagoneers on his bullytrain. Now I have the time and the inclination to ride his slack ass into his grave. Let's see how that smug scumball Krygowski handles what he hands out daily, most recently to Tom and before that to Ridealot, when it is applied to him by someone with the will to carry it through and unlimited means.

Returning to my keyboard, it's the standard 11in Apple Magic Keyboard, previous model with the round battery case underneath, with some kind of a membrane between the keys and the scissors mechanism; it has had coffee on it before. I turn it over and wait for the coffee to dry, then wipe the residue off with a bathroom wipe. No sugar in my coffee, but honey with the lemon or lime in my tea, which is as bad. I have clean compressed air in my studio for my airbrush but the last time I applied it to a keyboard that was wet (a glass of cider called Orchard Thieves went onto it) all that happened was that it blew liquid through the pinholes worn in the membrane from years of use, and I was out of a hundred buck keyboard. The keyboard in question today has already been cleaned up and put back in service. I should look after it better, because it is probably the best computer keyboard ever made and there is no NOS stock that I could find the other day when I went looking for another one to pair with my new iPad Pro -- it is conveniently the same 11in length as 12.9in (diagonal) iPad Pro once the tablet is in its Supcase Unicorn Beetle protective case.

Andre Jute
I'm not the only writer to become attached to a good keyboard

The source of Wikipedia is much like Frank - totally voluntary contributions that are largely wrong until someone that is more familiar and cares enough to correct them. The gaps in Wikipedia are more like wide chasms of total ignorance. This is where people like news18 and Frank gain their views of the world.

On 7/31/2020 11:05 PM, news18 wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 17:19:47 -0700, Andre Jute, waffling from his
delusions, wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 9:19:59 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:

Good luck. If you have problems, just ask one of the seasonal workers
for help. They might not know much about keyboard cleaning, but the
probably know more than the local bicycle blacksmith.

Sadly, in the times Frank & I are talking about, it might have been
quills only.

Poor Franki-boy got misled by that useful idiot (to me, not to
Franki-boy, heh-heh!), news18, known here as the thief Peter Howard, who
in falling over himself to contradict me reported absolutely erroneously
about the peasants I was talking about that they went to England as
seasonal labourers, and I couldn't be bothered to correct the wretched
little man.

" As far back as the 14th century, itinerant Irish migrants were known to
travel throughout England and Scotland in search of employment. This
became more prevalent by the end of the 18th century when groups such as
the “spalpeens� and “tattie howkers�, large travelling gangs of Irish
men, women and children, would help bring in the annual harvest. "

https://theconversation.com/who-pick...nd-veg-before-
migrant-workers-63279

"Irish immigration to Britain - emigration from Ireland to England,
Scotland or Wales - was nothing new even before the mass exodus of the
Famine years (1845-1849). Up to the time of that crisis, Britain had
always been the principal destination of Irish migrants, whether their
movement was temporary eg. for seasonal work, or permanent. "

https://www.irish-genealogy-toolkit....o-Britain.html

Oh dear, so easy to find and much more of it.
Indeed. This took me roughly 30 seconds to find once I pulled the book
from my shelf. From p.69, _Celtic Music, A Complete Guide_, J.S. Sawyers:

"The style of Donegal fiddling, for example, is marked by strong bowing
and double stopping and is often compared to Cape Breton fiddling.
Because of the historical connection with Scotland - seasonal migrations
were common to southeastern Scotland - there is also a strong Scots
influence such as single-stroke bowing, a strong staccato that indicates
the influence of the bagpipe, and an overall forceful and driving attack."

About five minutes of browsing yields, from p. 120, _The Northern
Fiddler_, A. Feldman & E. O'Doherty:

"At the end of the nineteenth century, which was the period in which
most of the fiddlers we met were born, South-west Donegal was a region
of severe poverty. ... It was virtually a moneyless society, dependent
on a good drop of potatoes, the presence of offshore herring, and the
demand for migratory labour in Scotland for its economic continuity."

I could find more citations, but they won't affect the trolling.

--
- Frank Krygowski