On this our 16
th sunny day, we decided relaxing at our castle would be an ideal experience...As we strolled, hiked, read, napped, bathed and relieved ourselves (not to worry..we won't be getting too personal)...we discovered a number of
interesting facts about relief in a Castle... One young lad that may have found the carpet or other inappropriate location would be this guy at an early age...
That's right, Winston Churchill was here and the Leslie's were gifted with this frock, not to mention not too few a spot on the carpet perhaps...
Then of course is the sitting room. While here we first met our host, Uncle Jack Leslie, a 93 year old relative of the current owner...his niece. Uncle Jack roamed around, told stories (and his memory was amazing...for example he was describing when he met the
Vanderbilts, and he knew exactly what each was wearing down to the 1 million dollar necklace Mrs. V was sporting..but then again, even I might remember a million dollar piece of jewelry), explained the history of the Castle and even described his 5 years as a German prisoner of war in WWII. Born in 1916, and not to lighten his personal stature in your eyes, but my guess is he's had his favorite relief spots around the castle grounds...
Of course, the
Gubitz Bedroom, previously known as the Print Room, had a special apparatus as well. It is not pictured...so we can keep the blog a G-Rating, but looking at the bath and shower you might imagine the creativity of the relief station...
I've been told they will likely replace these random prints on our bedroom wall with photos of Ben, Sam, Kevin and Dan.not to mention the Patriarch, Matriarch and Ancestral Heritage Photos as well...I'm told...
When it's time to prepare for you know what...one must sit comfortably and remove riding boots. What better stool (no pun intended!)...
Of course I must include a short history lesson on relief...Tom, as a young boy, was likely sitting in an outhouse with a leak in the roof. Reading Sears
Roebuck catalogues, he was first to recognize that when the rain came down in a torrent, that the pages were losing their color and the sides of his wood framed outhouse looked cleaner. Aha..he immediately jumped up in joy (after first using a few pages of Sears) and went out to invent the toilet. This man's name actually was Tom...and his last name, as you know was Crapper! No kidding...
And to know it was, as you saw in the photo, a venerable invention just adds to the joy.
Ok, now during our walk around the grounds, looking back on the castle and on the left you saw the steeple of the church where Paul and Heather McCartney were wed, we come across the location where many of our castle horses decide to relieve themselves..and on a warm sunny day we are surrounded by flies. Not an issue, since we've
been through mosquito storms, stinging nettle blockades and the like...a few million flies were no match
Part of our estate includes a Hunting Lodge as pictured here
It is believed this is where Paul and Heather checked in on arrival. As nervous as Paul must have been, after a few pints at the Hunting Lodge Pub, we believe, although we are not certain, that he came outside and found this shrub to be just what he was looking for to ready himself for a few more pints...
Being Paul McCartney, both the effect his singing has on living creatures, and even the impact of his processed
Guinness has is amazing...
Stashed away in a humidor next to our Billiard room in our castle, we carry only the finest. I
recall the last time I was in Boise Idaho for a North and South American Marketing Managers Meeting, our dear friend from Latin America brought a few of these babes...big trouble as I tried 4 meager puffs on one, and immediately, and I'm not kidding when I say immediately, I had to find a great white telephone and make a long distance call, if you catch my drift...
Finally as our day
was winding down, we went off campus to find a wonderful and fancy pub in the town of
Monaghan called Andy's...and this was actually the only driving
mishap so far on the trip...As we wandered through town looking for this out of the way pub, and thinking I was on the right side of a one way street...turns out Peggy is first to notice I'm in the right lane..and first to scream this is not a one way street...so I swerve to the left just in time to miss a truck coming at me, which was easily a few hundred yards away still....but nonetheless a driving
mishap!
And since you probably can't read Gaelic, you wouldn't know this sign says Andy's, so right above this sign is
the following sign...thankfully...and we found the food to be excellent...especially their garlic, deep fried mushrooms...mmmmm...can you smell 'em...
Leisurely drive back to our Crapper, I mean our Castle, and we rested up for another great day ahead. Love you all and see you very soon!
That's right, Winston Churchill was here and the Leslie's were gifted with this frock, not to mention not too few a spot on the carpet perhaps...
Then of course is the sitting room. While here we first met our host, Uncle Jack Leslie, a 93 year old relative of the current owner...his niece. Uncle Jack roamed around, told stories (and his memory was amazing...for example he was describing when he met the Vanderbilts, and he knew exactly what each was wearing down to the 1 million dollar necklace Mrs. V was sporting..but then again, even I might remember a million dollar piece of jewelry), explained the history of the Castle and even described his 5 years as a German prisoner of war in WWII. Born in 1916, and not to lighten his personal stature in your eyes, but my guess is he's had his favorite relief spots around the castle grounds...
Of course, the Gubitz Bedroom, previously known as the Print Room, had a special apparatus as well. It is not pictured...so we can keep the blog a G-Rating, but looking at the bath and shower you might imagine the creativity of the relief station...
I've been told they will likely replace these random prints on our bedroom wall with photos of Ben, Sam, Kevin and Dan.not to mention the Patriarch, Matriarch and Ancestral Heritage Photos as well...I'm told...
When it's time to prepare for you know what...one must sit comfortably and remove riding boots. What better stool (no pun intended!)...
Of course I must include a short history lesson on relief...Tom, as a young boy, was likely sitting in an outhouse with a leak in the roof. Reading Sears Roebuck catalogues, he was first to recognize that when the rain came down in a torrent, that the pages were losing their color and the sides of his wood framed outhouse looked cleaner. Aha..he immediately jumped up in joy (after first using a few pages of Sears) and went out to invent the toilet. This man's name actually was Tom...and his last name, as you know was Crapper! No kidding...
And to know it was, as you saw in the photo, a venerable invention just adds to the joy. Ok, now during our walk around the grounds, looking back on the castle and on the left you saw the steeple of the church where Paul and Heather McCartney were wed, we come across the location where many of our castle horses decide to relieve themselves..and on a warm sunny day we are surrounded by flies. Not an issue, since we've been through mosquito storms, stinging nettle blockades and the like...a few million flies were no match
Part of our estate includes a Hunting Lodge as pictured here
It is believed this is where Paul and Heather checked in on arrival. As nervous as Paul must have been, after a few pints at the Hunting Lodge Pub, we believe, although we are not certain, that he came outside and found this shrub to be just what he was looking for to ready himself for a few more pints...
Being Paul McCartney, both the effect his singing has on living creatures, and even the impact of his processed Guinness has is amazing...
Stashed away in a humidor next to our Billiard room in our castle, we carry only the finest. I recall the last time I was in Boise Idaho for a North and South American Marketing Managers Meeting, our dear friend from Latin America brought a few of these babes...big trouble as I tried 4 meager puffs on one, and immediately, and I'm not kidding when I say immediately, I had to find a great white telephone and make a long distance call, if you catch my drift...
Finally as our day was winding down, we went off campus to find a wonderful and fancy pub in the town of Monaghan called Andy's...and this was actually the only driving mishap so far on the trip...As we wandered through town looking for this out of the way pub, and thinking I was on the right side of a one way street...turns out Peggy is first to notice I'm in the right lane..and first to scream this is not a one way street...so I swerve to the left just in time to miss a truck coming at me, which was easily a few hundred yards away still....but nonetheless a driving mishap!
And since you probably can't read Gaelic, you wouldn't know this sign says Andy's, so right above this sign is the following sign...thankfully...and we found the food to be excellent...especially their garlic, deep fried mushrooms...mmmmm...can you smell 'em...
Leisurely drive back to our Crapper, I mean our Castle, and we rested up for another great day ahead. Love you all and see you very soon!
See you soon friends.
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