Jeremy Bamber Forum
OFF TOPIC => General => Topic started by: mike tesko on September 06, 2014, 11:08:PM
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I may not be present on the site during the next 10 days, because we are leaving to go on a break to Kenmare, tomorrow...
Misty is in kennels for this period...
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I may not be present on the site during the next 10 days, because we are leaving to go on a break to Kenmare, tomorrow...
Misty is in kennels for this period...
are you invited your house to be robbed?
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Just arrived at Holyhead, on ferry tomorrow bound for Dublin...
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Had afternoon meal, and out with the crowd on pub crawl...
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Just queing to get on ferry at Holyhead bound for Dublin - due to leave at 11.50am...
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Enjoy the break, don't over do it on the black stuff.
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Just queing to get on ferry at Holyhead bound for Dublin - due to leave at 11.50am...
Hope the weather's kind to you !! Enjoy the break,Mike.
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Just arriving at port Dublin...
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Enjoy the break, don't over do it on the black stuff.
Thanks..
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Just arriving at port Dublin...
Thank you...
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Enjoy the break, don't over do it on the black stuff.
Oh,I don't know about that. I know a delightful old lady,in her 90's,with the bluest eyes ( no specs ) and lovely rosy cheeks,who swears by it.She looks well on it too. ;D And,she hasn't got a nose like a boxing glove either.
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Lookout are you talking about me again ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D although you got the eye colour wrong they are green not blue ;D
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Aww,the lady in question is so lovely,and is still independent.Here husband was Mayor in the 70's,and I remember it well. Have been out a few times in the past with her and her family. I lived next door but one to them and we go back a long way.
My own eyes are green,but not the brilliant green,more the colour of the Mersey. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Arrived at holiday cottage in Kenmar, settling in for night, bottle of Irish Bushmills whisky to help loosen our tongues into the early hours...
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Arrived at holiday cottage in Kenmar, settling in for night, bottle of Irish Bushmills whisky to help loosen our tongues into the early hours...
Sounds great Mike looks like you picked a nice week weather wise? Enjoy your break.
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Just to let everyone know that the week thus far has been very enjoyable - been visiting tourist locations around the ring of Kerry, been into county Cork, and all over the place. Views have been spectacular, weather gorgeous, pint of guiness memorable. Visited, Kilarney, and Blarney. Castle and gardens at the latter, really enjoyable, kissed the Blarney stone at top of castle, and took some memorable photographs...
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Thoroughly enjoyed visit earlier in week to a local tourist attraction known as, " Mollys pass", and mountain views very spectacular...
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Irish natives very friendly, and hospitable...
Lots of French and American tourists holidaying, or visiting area at present...
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Week-end is here...
French windows open, birds are singing, sun is shining, it's so relaxing, just like South Yorkshire where I live...
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Been along the ring of Kerry, to Mun cross country park, and era farm buildings, also visited Ladies view and admired spectacular mountain range sights...
Returned to Kenmare, pints of guiness, in good company...
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Sounds great Mike looks like you picked a nice week weather wise? Enjoy your break.
Yes, its been perfect weather all week long...
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Been reading, book is entitled. 'THE SECRET GARDEN', by Frances Hodgson Burnet...
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I am home...
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Had a very enjoyable break, visited many historical sites, relaxed...
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Currently resting at home, sufferring from delayed whiplash injuries sufferred in car accident several weeks ago...
lower back, right shoulder, and neck...
Existing damaged left ankle and right knee injuries aggravated in crash, between MLK 250 I was a sleeping front passenger in, and a 38 ton truck...
Apparently, driver of the Mercedes I had being travelling in, swerved left into the front offside wheels of the lorry, sending the vehicle I was in, swerving sideways, this way and that, and managing somehow not to roll over...
All the damage to the new Mercedes was in an area of the front nearside wing, and the front nearside passenger door, where I was sitting a sleep...
The funny thing was that at the time of the collision I did not realise that I had been injured at all. I simply remember being shook from my sleep by a huge bang, followed immediately by a loud and continuos thudding noise, accompanied by screaching of tyres, and a floating sensation as a result of the vehicle I was travelling swerving in the motorway all over the place. When the Mercedes eventually was brought to a stand still, I asked the driver what had just happened, and he replied, "I think I've just hit that lorry". I then said, "what lorry", and he said, "that lorry behind us"...
A minute or so later, I became aware of headlights pulling up behind us on the hard shoulder, and my driver got out and I think he went to speak to the driver, about what had happened. He was gone from the vehicle I was sat in for a few moments, before the front passenger door of the vehicle I was sitting in, was forced open and I was suprised to see a man bending into the car asking me, "are you alright, son", or words to that effect, "are you injured, do I need to call for an ambulance"...
"No", I said, "I do not think I am injured", I said, to the man, who must have been the driver of the lorry...
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Sorry to hear that, Mike, hope you´ll feel better soon!
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Sorry to hear that, Mike, hope you´ll feel better soon!
Thank you, it is both frustrating and annoying not to have witnessed, exactly what did happen...
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Good job it was a Mercedes,as they're " tank-like " and can take a knock,but it's the sudden jolt on the skeletal frame that suffers the impact.
Glad you're all in one piece and with nothing broken. That's the main thing.
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Good job it was a Mercedes,as they're " tank-like " and can take a knock,but it's the sudden jolt on the skeletal frame that suffers the impact.
Glad you're all in one piece and with nothing broken. That's the main thing.
Cheers, back to see Doctor in the morning, about pain in my neck and shoulder, which has got worse in the last couple of weeks or so, already on pain killers for lower back pain...
But as you say, still in one piece...
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Photo's taken after arriving in Kenmare, ring o' Kerry, S. Ireland...
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Thank you, it is both frustrating and annoying not to have witnessed, exactly what did happen...
Pleased that you are OK Mike...well, pleased you are in one piece. Hope the doctor can sort you out. :) :) :) :)
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Pleased that you are OK Mike...well, pleased you are in one piece. Hope the doctor can sort you out. :) :) :) :)
Thanks, Patti...
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I like the pictures from Ireland. ;D
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I like the pictures from Ireland. ;D
Hi Alias,
I took about 3000 photographs during our stay in R. O. Ireland, at most of the places our group visited during our holiday break - I am hoping to post many of these in this thread to alert people to what a wonderful part of the world it is to visit...
Here are some more photo's that I took in Kenmare, and our group visit to the stone circle in the town:-
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Lovely, Mike! ;D
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Lovely, Mike! ;D
It is a great place to visit, and the natives are very warm and friendly....
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LOL, the last picture - you look so IRISH!
I have been in Ireland - VERY nice people! Everyone talks to you, young, old, women, men - I need to go back. Beautiful too.
Those are some seriously beautiful pictures.
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LOL, the last picture - you look so IRISH!
I have been in Ireland - VERY nice people! Everyone talks to you, young, old, women, men - I need to go back. Beautiful too.
Those are some seriously beautiful pictures.
I agree. I love photo's of flowers and butterflies. I am so pleased that mike isn't wearing the striped socks that most British men wear when on holiday lol ;D ;D ;D ;D
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What fabulous photos'.The weather couldn't have been better,as it makes a difference in Ireland to appreciate the beautiful scenery and clean air.
The people are friendly and welcoming,I can vouch for that.
You look well on it Mike. ;D ;D
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A day full of sunshine, during our visit to Kenmares 'Stone Circle'...
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PADRE PIO:- a man full of miracles
(1) - http://www.padrepio.catholicwebservices.com/ENGLISH/Miracles.htm
Father Pio's Miracles
It is very difficult to define the word "miracle". Miracles could be considered expressions of the supernatural. Also, we can say that a miracle is a phenomenon in which the heart obeys an interior force: the will of God!
Padre Pio's life was full of miracles, but the nature of the miracles was always divine. For this reason, Padre Pio invited people to thank God, the only source of miracles.
One miracle that has been identified as Padre Pio's first miracle occurred in 1908. At that time he lived in the monastery of Montefusco. One day he gathered chestnuts growing in a nearby forest into a bag and sent the bag to Pietrelcina to his aunt Daria. She always had a great affection for him. The woman received and ate the chestnuts. She saved the bag as a souvenir. A few days later she was looking for something in a drawer where her husband usually kept the gun powder. It was in the evening so she used a candle to light up the room when suddenly the drawer caught on fire, and aunt Daria’s face got burned. After a moment, she took the bag father Pio sent and put it on her face. Immediately, her pain disappeared and no wound or burn mark remained on her face.
During the Second World War, in Italy, bread was being rationed. Padre Pio’s monastery always had a lot of guests and the poor who begged there for food. One day the Friars went to the refectory and realized that the basket only had about two pounds of bread. They prayed and sat down before starting to eat. Padre Pio went into the church, and a while later when he came back he was holding a pile of bread in his hands. The Superior asked Padre Pio: "Where did you get all these loaves of bread?" Padre Pio answered: "A pilgrim at the door gave them to me". Nobody commented, but everybody thought that only Padre Pio could meet such a pilgrim.
Once in the monastery of Padre Pio, a friar forgot to consecrate the Hosts for Holy Communion. There were only a few Hosts available. But after confessions when Padre Pio started to distribute Hosts to the people, many Hosts remained at the end of the service, more than had been consecrated before.
A spiritual daughter of Padre Pio was reading a letter from him on the side of a road. The wind blew the letter away, blowing it downhill to a meadow. The letter flew far, far away from the woman, and then suddenly it stopped flying and settled on a stone. In this way the woman got her letter back. The day after, she met Padre Pio who told her: "You have to pay attention to the wind next time. If I hadn't put my foot on the letter it would have flown far away into the valley".
Mrs. Cleonice, who was a spiritual daughter of Padre Pio, said: “During the Second World War my nephew was a prisoner. We had not received news for a year, and everybody believed he was dead. His parents were very worried about his life. His mother went one day to Padre Pio and knelt down in front of the friar who was in the confessional: “Please, tell me if my son is alive. I won’t go away if you don’t tell me!” Padre Pio sympathized with her, and FOTO15.jpg (4797 byte)some tears were on his face when he said: “Stand up and go in peace.” Some days later, I couldn’t resist the thought of pain that the parents were enduring, so I decided to ask Padre Pio for a miracle. I faithfully said: “Father I’m going to write a letter to my nephew Giovannino. I will write his name only on the envelope because we do not know where he is. You and your Guardian Angel will take the letter to him where he is.” - Padre Pio didn’t answer, so I wrote the letter. In the evening I put it on my bedside table before getting into bed. The morning after, to my great surprise, astonishment and fear, I found that the letter was not there anymore. I went in thanksgiving to Padre Pio and he told me: “Give your thanks to Our Lady.” Almost fifteen days later our nephew sent us a response to the letter. Then everybody in our family was happy and giving thanks both to God and Padre Pio.”
During the Second World War, Mrs. Luisa’s son was an officer in the Royal British Navy. At that time she prayed every day for her son’s conversion and salvation. One day an English pilgrim arrived to San Giovanni Rotondo, carrying some English newspapers. Luisa wanted to read them. She found a piece of news concerning the sinking of the warship on which her son was stationed. She immediately went crying to Padre Pio, who consoled her: “Who has told you that your son is dead?” In fact, Padre Pio was able to explain to her exactly the name and the address of the hotel where the young officer was staying after he escaped from the shipwreck in the Atlantic. He was there waiting for a new assignment again. Immediately Luisa sent him a letter, and after a couple of week she received an answer from her son.
A woman at San Giovanni Rotondo was such a good person that Padre Pio said it was impossible to find any fault in her soul to forgive. In other words, she lived to go to heaven. At the end of Lent, Paolina felt seriously ill. The doctors said there were no hopes for her. Her husband and her five children went to the convent to pray with Father Pio and ask him to help her. Two of the five children pulled Father Pio’s habit and cried. Father Pio got upset, but he tried to console them and promised to pray for them, nothing else! Some days later, at the beginning of the Seventh hour, the sainted Padre’s behavior changed. In fact, he asked for Paolina’s healing and told everybody: “She will resuscitate on Easter Day.” But on Good Friday Paolina lost consciousness as she fell into a coma. On Saturday, after some hours, Paolina finally died. Some of her relatives took her wedding dress in order to put it on her according to an old tradition of the country. Other relatives ran to the convent to ask Padre Pio for a miracle. He answered them: “She will be resuscitated” and he went to the altar for the Holy Mass. When Padre Pio started to sing the Gloria and the sound of the bells announced Christ’s resurrection, Padre Pio’s voice broke off with a sob and his eyes were full of tears. In the same moment, Paolina resuscitated. Without any help she got up from the bed, she knelt down and she prayed for the Creed three times. Then she stood up and smiled. She has recovered...or it should be better to say: “She has resuscitated.“ In fact padre Pio had not said, “she will recover” but “she will resuscitate.” When she was asked what happened during the period when she was dead, she answered: “I went up, went up, went up; when I entered into a great light, I came back.”
A woman said: “My first daughter, who was born in 1953, was rescued by Father Pio when she was eighteen months old. On the morning of January 6, 1955 my husband and I were in church attending the Holy Mass and our daughter was at home with her grandfather. There was an accident: she fell into a tub of boiling hot water. She was burned on her stomach and back. The doctor came in an hour and he said, “take your daughter to a hospital immediately because she could die from her wounds”. For this reason he did not give us any medicine. After the doctor left I started to pray for Father Pio’s help. It was nearly noon. As I was getting myself ready to go to the Hospital, my daughter who was alone in the bedroom called me: “Mommy, I don’t have a wound anymore!” “Who has taken your wound?” I asked her out of curiosity. She answered: “Father Pio has come. He took my wounds by putting his whole hand on my burn”. Actually there was no sign of burns on my daughter’s body even though the doctor had told me my daughter was going to die.
The peasants of San Giovanni Rotondo fondly remember the following event. In spring, the almond trees were blossoming and they were promising a good harvest. But unfortunately millions of voracious caterpillars arrived and devoured the leaves and flowers. They did not spare even the shell. After two days of trying to stop that infestation, the peasants, for whom the almonds were the only economic resource - decided to speak to Father Pio about the problem. Father Pio looked at the trees from the window of the convent and decided to bless them. He put on the sacred vestments and started to pray. When he finished praying he took the holy water and made the sign of the Cross in the air, in the direction of the trees. The next day, the caterpillars had disappeared but the almond trees looked like sticks. It was a disaster: the harvest had been lost. What happened next is incredible! We had the most abundant harvest; a harvest like we had never seen before, but how is it possible that trees without flowers could produce fruits? How was it possible to have fruit from trees that looked like sticks? Scientists have never been able to give any reason for this phenomenon.
In the garden of the convent there were trees; cypresses, some fruit and some pine. Especially on summer afternoons, Father Pio used to stay in the shade together with his friends and guests in order to have a little relief from the hot weather. Once when Father Pio was speaking with some people a large number of birds suddenly started to chirp and make noise from the shade of the trees. The birds had composed a symphony. Father Pio became annoyed with the symphony so, looking at the birds he said: “Keep silent!” At which point, the birds, the crickets and the cicadas fell silent. The people who were in the garden were greatly astonished! In fact Father Pio had spoken to the birds like Saint Francis.
A gentleman said: “My mother came from Foggia and was one of the Father Pio’s first spiritual daughters. She had asked Father Pio “to convert and protect my father”. In April 1945 my father was condemned to be executed by firing squad. He was in front of the platoon when he suddenly saw father Pio appear in front of him to protect him. The commander of the platoon gave the order to fire but no shots were fired from the rifles that were pointed at him. The seven members of the platoon and their commander, astonished, checked their rifles but they didn’t find any problem. So the platoon again pointed their rifles at my father and the commander ordered his soldiers to shoot again, but for a second time the rifles did not work. This mysterious and inexplicable occurrence stopped his execution. Afterward my father was pardoned due to having been awarded a medal during the war; moreover he was disabled in action during the war. After my father returned home, he converted to Catholicism, receiving the sacraments at San Giovanni Rotondo, where he had gone to thank Father Pio. In this way my mother obtained the miracles she had always asked from Father Pio: “her husband’s conversion!”
Father Onorato said: “I went to San Giovanni Rotondo with a friend of mine by motorcycle. I arrived at the convent some minutes before noon. After paying my respects to the superior, I went to the refectory to meet Padre Pio in order to kiss his hand. It should be taken into account that my motorbike model was called “wasp” so Father Pio told me: “Son, did the ‘wasp’ sting you?” I was quite surprised because Padre Pio had not seen me when I arrived at the convent, but he knew what kind of transportation I had used to get there. The next morning, we left San Giovanni Rotondo on my “wasp” motorbike and set out for Saint Michel, a little town not far from Saint Giovanni Rotondo. The gasoline tank was going empty, so we decided to fill up at Monte Saint Angelo. But as soon as we reached that little town, we had a bad surprise: all the gas stations were closed. At that point we decided to go back to San Giovanni Rotondo, and hoped to find somebody along the road who could provide us with some gasoline. I was worried about my brothers in the convent; it would be ungracious not to be back at the convent by lunchtime, for they were waiting for me. But low on gas, the engine started to make noise, and after a few feet it stopped altogether. We checked the tank; it was empty. With sadness I pointed out to my friend that we had only ten minutes to reach the convent and take part in the lunch with our brothers. We could not find any solution, and for this reason my friend stomped on the starter pedal. Unbelievable! The motorbike started again! We immediately set out for Saint Giovanni Rotondo without asking ourselves how the motorbike had started without gasoline. When we arrived in the middle of the square of the convent, the motorbike stopped working again. We opened the tank and realized it was still as dry as it was before. We were also astonished when we looked at our watches: it was ten minutes before lunchtime. That meant we had covered fifteen kilometers in five minutes: an average of 180 kilometers per hour. Without gasoline! I entered the convent as the brothers were coming down for lunch; and when I went to meet Father Pio, he was watching me and smiling.
It was the month of May in 1925. Maria had a little baby who had been ill since birth. Maria was very worried about her baby. In fact, after a medical visit, she was told her child had a very complicated illness. There was no hope for the baby: he could not recover. Maria decided to go by train to Saint Giovanni Rotondo. She lived in a very little town in the south of Puglia (a poor region in the South of Italy), but she had heard some stories concerning Padre Pio, a friar who had the stigmata like Jesus, worked miracles, healed people of their diseases, and gave hope to the hopeless. She immediately set out, but during the trip the baby died. She watched over his little body all night, then placed it in a suitcase and closed it. The following day she arrived at the convent of San Giovanni Rotondo. She had no hope, but she had not lost her faith. That evening she met Padre Pio. She was in the line of people waiting for confession, and she had in her hands the suitcase that contained her son’s body. Her son had died twenty-four hours before. When she arrived in front of Father Pio, she knelt down, cried, and asked his help. He looked at her intently. The mother opened the suitcase and showed Father Pio the corpse. The poor padre was very shocked by the mother’s sorrow. He took the little body and put his hand on the boy’s head; then he prayed, looking up to Heaven. In a moment, the poor creature was alive again. A gesture, a movement of the feet, the arms...he looked as if he had just awakened after a long sleep. Speaking to the mother Padre Pio said: “Mother, why are you crying? Your son is sleeping!” The mother’s shouts of joy, and those of the crowd, filled the church. Everyone spoke about the miracle!
In the evening an engineer was staying late at the convent, but, when he decided to leave, he noticed it was raining. So he told Padre Pio, “I do not have any umbrella! Could I stay here until tomorrow morning? If not I will get wet.” - “I am sorry my dear, it is not possible. But don’t worry! I will keep you company!” answered Father Pio. But that engineer had thought it would be much better for Father not to do that penance, although it would have been less treacherous with Padre Pio’s assistance. Anyway, he put on his hat and started to cover the two miles between the convent and the town. But as soon as he went out he realized with surprise it was not raining anymore. It was just drizzling when he arrived at the home where he was a guest. “My God!” the woman who opened the door exclaimed. “You must be wet to the bone!” - “Not at all,” the engineer answered. “It is not raining.” At that point, the peasants who were hosting him looked at each other dumbfounded. “What! It is not raining anymore? It is pouring! Listen!” They opened the door again and it was raining. They told him it had been raining for an hour without interruption. “How did you manage to come here without getting wet?" they asked him. The engineer answered, “Padre Pio told me he would have come here together with me.” Then the peasants realized it had been Padre Pio’s miracle and they were able to tell him, “Now everything is clear if Padre Pio told you that.” Everything has been cleared and they found themselves in the kitchen for dinner when the woman said, “For sure Padre Pio’s company is much better than an umbrella!”
A man from Ascoli Piceno (an Italian city) said, “Toward the end of the 1950s, I went to Saint Giovanni Rotondo with my wife to go to confession, and I received absolution after Padre Pio’s counsel and penance. In the evening I was still in the convent and Padre Pio saw me again and he said, 'Are you still here?' - 'My “little mouse” did not start,' I answered. - 'What exactly is a little mouse?' Padre Pio asked. 'It is my car,' I answered, 'a little mouse model.' - 'Let’s go and have a look,' said Father Pio. He invited me to leave the monastery, which we did without any problem. We traveled all the night and day and the following morning, I took my car to the mechanic in order to have him look at it. The mechanic told me, after his checks that the electric system of the car was out of order. And he did not believe me when I told him I had traveled in the car all night. In fact, it was impossible to cover two hundred miles, between San Giovanni Rotondo and Ascoli Piceno, with such a car, and I realized Padre Pio had helped me, so I thanked him in my mind.
A good woman’s husband was very sick. The woman ran to the convent, but she asked herself, “How do I reach father Pio?" She had to wait for at least three days if she wanted to meet him for a confession. So during the Mass she stood-up and walked from one side of the Church to the other. Finally, she decided to tell Our Lady what her problem was and asked at the same moment for Padre Pio’s help. After the Mass, she started to move into the Church again, in order to reach Father Pio. Finally, she managed to reach the famous corridor where Father Pio had to pass. As soon as father Pio watched her, he said: “Woman with a little faith, when will you finally ask for my help? Do you think I am deaf? You have already told me it five times when you were in front of me, at my back, on my right and on my left. I understood! I understood! ...Go home! Everything is OK." She went home and found her husband was healed.
In the book of the convent, on the line of October 23rd, 1953, this annotation can be read.
"This morning Miss Amelia Z., a blind girl who was born blind, who is 27 years old, has come from the province of Vicenza (Italy) and she started seeing. She has asked to padre Pio to have her sight after her confession. Padre Pio said: "Be faithful and pray a lot". In the same moment the young girl saw Padre Pio: the face, the hand, the half gloves that hid the stigmatas. The sight has quickly increased. She informed Padre Pio about the miracle and he said: "We can say thanks to the Lord." Then the young girl asked the complete sight from Padre Pio and he said: "Step by step and it will come."
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(2) - http://padrepiodevotions.org/prayers-of-padre-pio/
Saint Pio:- (IMAGES)
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Stone Circle at Kenmare:-
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Holiday Cottage:-
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Fabulous. No wonder Irish eyes are always smiling !
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Mike, why are you writing about Padre Pio?
I know the village in Italy where he lived until his death, San Giovanni Rotondo. I had a boyfriend from there. When we visited, everybody talked about Padre Pio, how fantastic he had been. (Not my boyfriend though, he was not religious.)
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Mike, why are you writing about Padre Pio?
I know the village in Italy where he lived until his death, San Giovanni Rotondo. I had a boyfriend from there. When we visited, everybody talked about Padre Pio, how fantastic he had been. (Not my boyfriend though, he was not religious.)
Hi Alias,
After leaving the stone circle at Kenmare, we were all walking back towards the town, and it was a gloriously sunny day. I was lingering slightly behind everyone taking photographs, and I noticed an old man walking toward us from the direction of the town centre. What struck me as being odd at the time was that the man in question who was wearing a hat with a brim, also was wearing a scarf, and what appeared to be some sort over long coat. Anyway as the man came to within talking distance he asked me if I was enjoying myself, and had I enjoyed my visit to the stone circle. So, I stopped and chatted to him to several minutes. We exchanged comments about how wonderful the weather was, and the beautiful surroundings. He ended up telling me a little bit about the history associated with the stone circle, saying that they were built by the druids. He looked so familiar, I thought I already knew him, but in the heat of the moment I could not quite place him, or name him. As we parted company, he wished us a pleasant visit to Mollys place, Ladies View, Dingle, and Blarney Castle. I thanked him, and set off towards the town trying to catch up with the others, but I had only gone half a dozen steps when I suddenly realized that he was the spitting image of someone I knew. At that precise moment I turned around to take another look at the man I had been talking to, but there was no-one in sight. At this point I became puzzled, I looked all around me, but the old man was gone...
There was insufficient time for him to have walked off in any direction out of my sight before I turned around, he had simply vanished into thin air - I got goose pimples, walking off in the direction of the town, I will never forget that brief meeting with that old man, he was the spittin' image of Padre Pio, the miracle man, Saint...
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Oh, OK, Mike.
Are you a Catholic? You don´t have to answer, since it is none of my business! ;D
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Hi Alias,
After leaving the stone circle at Kenmare, we were all walking back towards the town, and it was a gloriously sunny day. I was lingering slightly behind everyone taking photographs, and I noticed an old man walking toward us from the direction of the town centre. What struck me as being odd at the time was that the man in question who was wearing a hat with a brim, also was wearing a scarf, and what appeared to be some sort over long coat. Anyway as the man came to within talking distance he asked me if I was enjoying myself, and had I enjoyed my visit to the stone circle. So, I stopped and chatted to him to several minutes. We exchanged comments about how wonderful the weather was, and the beautiful surroundings. He ended up telling me a little bit about the history associated with the stone circle, saying that they were built by the druids. He looked so familiar, I thought I already knew him, but in the heat of the moment I could not quite place him, or name him. As we parted company, he wished us a pleasant visit to Mollys place, Ladies View, Dingle, and Blarney Castle. I thanked him, and set off towards the town trying to catch up with the others, but I had only gone half a dozen steps when I suddenly realized that he was the spitting image of someone I knew. At that precise moment I turned around to take another look at the man I had been talking to, but there was no-one in sight. At this point I became puzzled, I looked all around me, but the old man was gone...
There was insufficient time for him to have walked off in any direction out of my sight before I turned around, he had simply vanished into thin air - I got goose pimples, walking off in the direction of the town, I will never forget that brief meeting with that old man, he was the spittin' image of Padre Pio, the miracle man, Saint...
About five years previously, my sister and brother in law, holidayed in Kenmare, and they purchased me a silver Padre Pio pendant, which I normally wore on a silver chain with a diamond encrusted platinum cross around my neck. However, it became detached just before we came away on this latest occasion, and my sister pointed out to me the shop in Kenmare where she had purchased it for me before we had gone up to see the 'Stone Circle', which obviously brought into my mind, Padre Pio prior to visiting the stone circle. I believe that this was why the old man seemed familiar to me when we met, I thought I knew him, but in the heat of the moment I could not put a name to him. I now think that what took place was a 'Spiritual Event', something that many of us have at sometime in our lives. I certainly felt uplifted after the experience, and the sun shone everywhere we went during that week...
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Oh, OK, Mike.
Are you a Catholic? You don´t have to answer, since it is none of my business! ;D
Yes, I am, and I have previously visited the Vatican city in Rome, viewed 'St Peters' remains, after queuing for hours, I love Italy, I hope to revisit soon, health and financial circumstances permitting...
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Lovely, Mike!
I once had a very strange experience. I was at Geysir, Iceland with my two sisters. We stayed for a while looking at the warm water being hurled into the air, then went back to the car.
Suddenly I felt almost weightless - as if I was walking on air about one meter up in the air. It felt so good, and I had a feeling of intense happiness! The strange thing is that both my sisters had the same experience.
Maybe just the energy of the area, it is filled with activity; but it felt super-natural.
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Alias I am a Catholic but have never been uplifted still waiting for the moment it could be a wonderful experience ;D
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Yes, I am, and I have previously visited the Vatican city in Rome, viewed 'St Peters' remains, after queuing for hours, I love Italy, I hope to revisit soon, health and financial circumstances permitting...
We were in Rome this spring - also went to the Vatican, but the queue was too long for us to go inside. It was hot as He!!
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Our Visit to, 'Blaney Castle':-
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Alias as hot as hell in the Vatican ;D oh dear ;D
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Mike did you go round the Lakes of Killarney in a horse and trap wonderful.
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Alias as hot as hell in the Vatican ;D oh dear ;D
LOL, I was a being a bit naughty there....
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Alias and so was I ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Mike did you go round the Lakes of Killarney in a horse and trap wonderful.
No, but visited Kilarney, saw the ponies and traps working around the fabulous lakes, passengers eyes filled with wonder and joy, warm late summer breeze helping to create magical moments, in such idyllic surroundings...
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More photo's from our visit to Blarney Castle:-
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What brilliant photos'.
My g/father had a pony and trap which he used to park outside a pub in the Isle of Man,and if the old man was drunk,he'd get thrown into the trap and someone would slap the ponys' behind and it would trot home.
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What brilliant photos'.
My g/father had a pony and trap which he used to park outside a pub in the Isle of Man,and if the old man was drunk,he'd get thrown into the trap and someone would slap the ponys' behind and it would trot home.
A marvellous story...
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You can understand why they call it the Emerald Isle. I've never seen such beautiful shades of green.
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What brilliant photos'.
My g/father had a pony and trap which he used to park outside a pub in the Isle of Man,and if the old man was drunk,he'd get thrown into the trap and someone would slap the ponys' behind and it would trot home.
Horses are smart! ;D
Love those gypsy wagons - if that is what they are?
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Morning steve
The South of Ireland is one of the most beautiful places on earth and you must have heard of the song "Forty Shades Of Green." I believe the North is beautiful too but never visited that part of Ireland.
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Alias not the same as a Gypsy wagon more of a cart type with seats but not covered not good when it is raining but it enables one to see the beautiful scenery better unless things have changed many years since I visited.
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Morning steve
The South of Ireland is one of the most beautiful places on earth and you must have heard of the song "Forty Shades Of Green." I believe the North is beautiful too but never visited that part of Ireland.
More 50 shades of grey with Steve reading behind the post at Waterstones. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Alias not the same as a Gypsy wagon more of a cart type with seats but not covered not good when it is raining but it enables one to see the beautiful scenery better unless things have changed many years since I visited.
Thanks, susan. They are gorgeous in any event!
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Oh lookout poor steve and he is such a gent and you went to bits when you knew he had returned to you ;D ;D ;D I have just ordered Colin Caffells book from Amazon £9,98 secondhand new ones £22. 49 but me being a Yorkshire lass went for the secondhand. Hope it is not really mucky :'( will wear rubber gloves and a mask ;D
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Oh lookout poor steve and he is such a gent and you went to bits when you knew he had returned to you ;D ;D ;D I have just ordered Colin Caffells book from Amazon £9,98 secondhand new ones £22. 49 but me being a Yorkshire lass went for the secondhand. Hope it is not really mucky :'( will wear rubber gloves and a mask ;D
Steve knows my brand of humour,I hope. ;D ;D I wouldn't touch a book full of smut,don't see the point.
I might see if there's one of CC's books left. A secondhand one will do me too. Those antiseptic wipes are useful as I usually give books a good wipe if I get the 3 for a £1 jobs.
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lookout I love a bit of smut ;D ;D ;D ;D
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I suppose now we can put Padre Pio into the same fantasy category as Ali Bongo and Agent Z.
Bonkers! (http://images.zaazu.com/img/Zany-zany-comic-joker-smiley-emoticon-000598-medium.gif)
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The idea that Jeremy somehow managed to get back inside the farmhouse between 9.30pm on evening of 6th, and 3.48am on morning of 7th August 1985, without leaving any physical or scientific evidence to show this, nor was any evidence produced outside the farmhouse, to even remotely suggest that any of the five victims had in fact been killed by anyone who left the scrne once everyone had been killed...
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The idea that Jeremy somehow managed to get back inside the farmhouse between 9.30pm on evening of 6th, and 3.48am on morning of 7th August 1985, without leaving any physical or scientific evidence to show this, nor was any evidence produced outside the farmhouse, to even remotely suggest that any of the five victims had in fact been killed by anyone who left the scrne once everyone had been killed...
You have hit the nail on the head Mike. There is absolutely no physical evidence or forensic evidence that puts Bamber inside the house on the morning of the murders. Circumstantial evidence and testimonial evidence. But no physical or forensic evidence. And if he had not made that crucial phone call to the police nobody would have been any the wiser.
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And there is no evidence, no ALIBI, that puts him anywhere else.
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And there is no evidence, no ALIBI, that puts him anywhere else.
That is one of the most stupid statements I have heard in er let's see...3 weeks. The way the Law works is that the prosecution must have evidence in order to bring a case against someone. Not the other way round. So what you have juust written is silly. Let's see how it will look in a court room shall we?
"Your honour since the defendant has no evidence, no alibi that puts him anywhere else we conclude that he must be guilty". Can you see just how stupid that kind of thinking is? The fact remains that there is no physical or forensic evidence that puts Bamber at the scene.
Only the phone call that he said he received from his father. The rest can be discounted. (1) Mugford: A druggie and a proven liar who had to be interviewed 32 times before she was considered fit to take the stand. (2) The silencer: Far too much is made of this silencer that the police apparently missed but was allegedly found by the relatives, an interested party out to consciously incriminate Bamber.
You have to prove or rather the prosecution had to prove (because it was not up to the defendant to prove or disprove anything. In fact he doesn't have to do anything at all, even to taking the stand)
The prosecution failed to do so and there is absolutely no reason to disbelieve Bamber's word that his father called him on that fateful morning of 7th of August 1985.
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And there is no evidence, no ALIBI, that puts him anywhere else.
There doesn't have to be !! One usually NEEDS an alibi when one is guilty,or haven't you noticed ??
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I have been having some fabulous dreams, ever since my return from S. Ireland...
I can't say whether it was being exposed to a week of glorious sunshine, or the enjoyment of downing three or four pints of Guiness a day,which has changed me...
I may need a few more pints of Guiness, before I can make my mind up...
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I have been having some fabulous dreams, ever since my return from S. Ireland...
I can't say whether it was being exposed to a week of glorious sunshine, or the enjoyment of downing three or four pints of Guiness a day,which has changed me...
I may need a few more pints of Guiness, before I can make my mind up...
Knock yourself out! ;D
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Knock yourself out! ;D
The guinness will probably do that. My mother lives near Kenmare Mike. I haven't been there for a few years and I miss the emerald isle.
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That is one of the most stupid statements I have heard in er let's see...3 weeks. The way the Law works is that the prosecution must have evidence in order to bring a case against someone. Not the other way round. So what you have juust written is silly. Let's see how it will look in a court room shall we?
"Your honour since the defendant has no evidence, no alibi that puts him anywhere else we conclude that he must be guilty". Can you see just how stupid that kind of thinking is? The fact remains that there is no physical or forensic evidence that puts Bamber at the scene.
Only the phone call that he said he received from his father. The rest can be discounted. (1) Mugford: A druggie and a proven liar who had to be interviewed 32 times before she was considered fit to take the stand. (2) The silencer: Far too much is made of this silencer that the police apparently missed but was allegedly found by the relatives, an interested party out to consciously incriminate Bamber.
You have to prove or rather the prosecution had to prove (because it was not up to the defendant to prove or disprove anything. In fact he doesn't have to do anything at all, even to taking the stand)
The prosecution failed to do so and there is absolutely no reason to disbelieve Bamber's word that his father called him on that fateful morning of 7th of August 1985.
Oh sorry, I thought for a moment you were trying to prove Bamber innocent, silly me for thinking that.
In every police investigation like the WHF murders, the suspect has to account for his or her whereabouts. Bamber claims that he went home after work and remained there but he is without an alibi. He thus has no way to prove where he was at the material time.
Evidence was provided to his trial as to how he got to White House Farm and how he managed to sneak into the farmhouse before killing all inside. This evidence has never been successfully challenged thus why a jury of his peers found him guilty of murder.
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There doesn't have to be !! One usually NEEDS an alibi when one is guilty,or haven't you noticed ??
Thought Bamber was GUILTY?
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Oh sorry, I thought for a moment you were trying to prove Bamber innocent, silly me for thinking that.
In every police investigation like the WHF murders, the suspect has to account for his or her whereabouts. Bamber claims that he went home after work and remained there but he is without an alibi. He thus has no way to prove where he was at the material time.
Evidence was provided to his trial as to how he got to White House Farm and how he managed to sneak into the farmhouse before killing all inside. This evidence has never been successfully challenged thus why a jury of his peers found him guilty of murder.
Re; your last paragraph. Evidence was not provided. Speculation was provided.
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Thought Bamber was GUILTY?
Only according to the law, as a certain person was who is posting here today, even though they may have disagreed with the verdict. ;)
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Re; your last paragraph. Evidence was not provided. Speculation was provided.
The evidence was there at the trial and over the last 29 years further evidence has reinforced the juries decision. Only two people had the means, the motive and the opportunity to carry out those murders and one of them has been shown so many times to be innocent, that leaves only one person, Jeremy Bamber...guilty as charged!
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Oh sorry, I thought for a moment you were trying to prove Bamber innocent, silly me for thinking that.
In every police investigation like the WHF murders, the suspect has to account for his or her whereabouts. Bamber claims that he went home after work and remained there but he is without an alibi. He thus has no way to prove where he was at the material time.
Evidence was provided to his trial as to how he got to White House Farm and how he managed to sneak into the farmhouse before killing all inside. This evidence has never been successfully challenged thus why a jury of his peers found him guilty of murder.
Of course I wasn't. Don't be daft. That would be like trying to prove that you're innocent. ::)
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well that would be almost impossble.
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Apologies in interrupting your thread Mike.
Bews made a statement on the 16th August 1985, I wondered if you had a copy and would consider posting it on the forum?
Many thanks in advance if you have it.
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The question of how Bamber allegedly got to and from the farmhouse in order to carry out the murders falls into the 98% circumstantial evidence I have been talking about. It was never proved that Jeremy used his mums bike as alleged, such a suggestion was purely speculation, not evidence...
The juries verdict does not mean that they accepted that Bambet hsd used the bike as speculated, otherwise, the convictions would be rendered worthless. Since, there wss no evidence to link the bike to the scene at the time of the shootings, and rode away afterwards. It is much more likely that the bike ended up at Jeremys cottage on a day or so after the shootings...
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The question of how Bamber allegedly got to and from the farmhouse in order to carry out the murders falls into the 98% circumstantial evidence I have been talking about. It was never proved that Jeremy used his mums bike as alleged, such a suggestion was purely speculation, not evidence...
The juries verdict does not mean that they accepted that Bambet hsd used the bike as speculated, otherwise, the convictions would be rendered worthless. Since, there wss no evidence to link the bike to the scene at the time of the shootings, and rode away afterwards. It is much more likely that the bike ended up at Jeremys cottage on a day or so after the shootings...
Pecisely Mike. It never has been proved and my guess is it never will. Just pure speculation from over fertile imaginations.
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I always thought he'd used a hovercraft over the marshes. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D Hence the wetsuit.
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And then, there is the circumstantial evidence of marks made near the latch in the paintwork of some downstairs window, or other, which supposedly proves that this was how Jeremy the killer, entered the farmhouse, killed everyone, and then left, but the police knew full well that Jeremy used this window days after the shootings because he was still under surveillance by the drugs squad, when Jeremy entered the farmhouse by these means because he had forgotten his key. The marks on the window frame, and the use of a piece of broken hacksaw blade had been caused after the shooting of the five victims, not beforehand...
Like so much of the circumstantial evidence relied upon to support prosecution contentions, much of it did not relate directly to incidents occurring prior to the shootings, but afterwards.
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The question of how Bamber allegedly got to and from the farmhouse in order to carry out the murders falls into the 98% circumstantial evidence I have been talking about. It was never proved that Jeremy used his mums bike as alleged, such a suggestion was purely speculation, not evidence...
The juries verdict does not mean that they accepted that Bambet hsd used the bike as speculated, otherwise, the convictions would be rendered worthless. Since, there wss no evidence to link the bike to the scene at the time of the shootings, and rode away afterwards. It is much more likely that the bike ended up at Jeremys cottage on a day or so after the shootings...
Hardly when Jerry told police he had taken it to Goldhanger so Julie could get to the train station. Of course this was a lie as Julie confirmed she had never heard anything about it.
Maybe the clay caked on the wheel rims was a clue for some. (clue: fields and lanes tend to be coated in mud and clay)
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And then, there is the circumstantial evidence of marks made near the latch in the paintwork of some downstairs window, or other, which supposedly proves that this was how Jeremy the killer, entered the farmhouse, killed everyone, and then left, but the police knew full well that Jeremy used this window days after the shootings because he was still under surveillance by the drugs squad, when Jeremy entered the farmhouse by these means because he had forgotten his key. The marks on the window frame, and the use of a piece of broken hacksaw blade had been caused after the shooting of the five victims, not beforehand...
Like so much of the circumstantial evidence relied upon to support prosecution contentions, much of it did not relate directly to incidents occurring prior to the shootings, but afterwards.
Lets face it, only Bamber knew how to get in and out of the farmhouse undetected. Of course had it been a stranger the farm dog would have alerted Nevill to the presence of an intruder, possibly a burglar. Pesky burglars, they get everywhere.
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Lets face it, only Bamber knew how to get in and out of the farmhouse undetected. Of course had it been a stranger the farm dog would have alerted Nevill to the presence of an intruder, possibly a burglar. Pesky burglars, they get everywhere.
I don't agree John, various of the younger members of the family used the windows to enter. Jeremy was never proven to have been able to lock the window from the outside.
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I don't agree John, various of the younger members of the family used the windows to enter. Jeremy was never proven to have been able to lock the window from the outside.
The whole family knew about the windows. It were they who brought it up, not Bamber.
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No mud on the wheels or tyres matched the samples of mud taken from the footpaths along the route proposed by Robert Boutflour, so there is zilch evidence to link that bike to any of the coastal footpaths, it was all speculation, no hard evidence, no tyre tracks, no eye witness accounts, no blood on the bike at all from any of the five victims, nothing on the pedals, nothing of evidential value found at Jeremys cottage to remotely suggest that he had been at the scene when any of the five victims had been shot, individually and or collectively...
Speculation, that was all they had, that is all they had got, and nothing has emerged in the 29 years or so, to change that amount of speculation, into hard evidence...
The window evidence falls well and truly into the 98% of bullshit, that was introduced to deliberately cloud the issue, or to put it another way, it was part of the so called weight of the evidence which the jury were invited to take into account when deliberating their verdict...
None of it proved Bamber had been present at the scene at the time of the shootings...
He's innocent, and verdicts need to be quashed....
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I think that carved figure is on the Sneem road isn't it Mike. My mother lives not far from there. I miss Ireland. Abeautiful place with very friendly natives.
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I think that carved figure is on the Sneem road isn't it Mike. My mother lives not far from there. I miss Ireland. Abeautiful place with very friendly natives.
Yep, a magical place...
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Bamber wasn't questioned about the bike, until a month after the date of the shootings, providing him with ample opportunity for him to remove the bycicle from whf and take it to his cottage for the reasons he gave. Afterall, if he hadn't taken it, you can be sure the relatives would have taken it, well lets face it, they took everything else they could get thier hands on, they were like a group of thieving magpies...
There is no substance at all to the claim that Jeremy used his mothers bycicle, to get to and from the farm, from his cottage, it was all speculation...
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In a nutshell then, everything that the guilty speculators are saying about the possible use of the bycicle in the carrying out of the murders, and use of a downstairs window to get in and out to allow Bamber to be the killer, amounts to nothing of any substance at all, it is not evidence, just speculation and hogwash...
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I don't understand the logic in allowing terrorists into this country,yet dis-allowing the likes of Jeremy a fair re-trial ?
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Fab photos btw Mike!
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There was no evidence at all that Jeremy handled any of the guns, or that he had fired any of the bullets used to kill the victims - there was no lead deposit found on the diagram drawn by Bamber at the scene (plan of farm, and list of weapons contained within), so it beggars belief that he got charged, let alone convicted.,.
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Brilliant photos Mike. I didn't realise how much I missed Ireland until I saw those. I really must go back there before my mother passes on.
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Again, lovely photos, Mike!
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Again, lovely photos, Mike!
Alias it is lovely when the Sun is shining, but when it rains (the Irish call it a soft day) the scenery becomes even more dramatic and the waterfalls are brilliant.
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I used to holiday in a little cottage like that with aunt and uncle on the Isle of Man. Very much like there where Harry Kellys' cottage is. I remember going up the rickety stairs,sideways,and dad banging his head all the time. Beautiful memories. The air is so pure.
Fabulous photos',a lovely keepsake.
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When we used to visit there we once looked at a few houses to buy over there. We even looked at a farm. But the cost of living is very high there. Car insurance for someone my age will be around £1,000 a year and car tax for the size of car engine the size of my car which is 2.3 is over £1,000 a year.
Alot of people who live close to the border of Northern Ireland nip over the border to do their shopping as things are much cheaper in Northern Ireland and are the same as the rest of the UK.
They have just built a new hospital in Kenmare and my mother stayed there for bedrest and everyone has a private room (she didn't have to pay for it NHS) with its own bathroom and a television as well. She was really impressed with it.
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No mud on the wheels or tyres matched the samples of mud taken from the footpaths along the route proposed by Robert Boutflour, so there is zilch evidence to link that bike to any of the coastal footpaths, it was all speculation, no hard evidence, no tyre tracks, no eye witness accounts, no blood on the bike at all from any of the five victims, nothing on the pedals, nothing of evidential value found at Jeremys cottage to remotely suggest that he had been at the scene when any of the five victims had been shot, individually and or collectively...
Speculation, that was all they had, that is all they had got, and nothing has emerged in the 29 years or so, to change that amount of speculation, into hard evidence...
The window evidence falls well and truly into the 98% of bullshit, that was introduced to deliberately cloud the issue, or to put it another way, it was part of the so called weight of the evidence which the jury were invited to take into account when deliberating their verdict...
None of it proved Bamber had been present at the scene at the time of the shootings...
He's innocent, and verdicts need to be quashed....
Plenty of hard evidence proves Bamber did it but you just keep on obfuscating because it ain't gonna make sod all difference. Bamber is in for life and in his case life means life.
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There is no hard evidence that Bamber did anything...
He was convicted on speculation which is not evidence...
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Plenty of hard evidence proves Bamber did it but you just keep on obfuscating because it ain't gonna make sod all difference. Bamber is in for life and in his case life means life.
What would you know ? Give us your hard evidence,eh ?
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Plenty of hard evidence proves Bamber did it but you just keep on obfuscating because it ain't gonna make sod all difference. Bamber is in for life and in his case life means life.
When I first joined this forum I believed that, innocent or guilty, Jeremy would never be released. This belief hasn't changed.
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When I first joined this forum I believed that, innocent or guilty, Jeremy would never be released. This belief hasn't changed.
I fear that unless there is a dramatic change in events I am inclined to agree with you. I'm just glad it isn't me locked away if I am ever found guilty of a crime I didn't commit. Sorry, but this case really does not sit well with me at all. :(
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It's never sat well with me Grahame. His innocence is literally fixated in my brain,like something you can't get remove from a computer. Even more so now.
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I fear that unless there is a dramatic change in events I am inclined to agree with you. I'm just glad it isn't me locked away if I am ever found guilty of a crime I didn't commit. Sorry, but this case really does not sit well with me at all. :(
Grahame, I hear what you -and lookout- say. If Jeremy is innocent, it's an horrendous position to be in BUT if he's guilty, surely it's the proper position for him to be in. I haven't liked MUCH of what Scipio has said but I've taken on board that gut instinct and heartfelt feelings, without something tangible to back them, WON'T sway a CoA.
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Looks like you just slipped and snapped your camera at the same time Mike. ;D
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Looks like you just slipped and snapped your camera at the same time Mike. ;D
It may look like that, but I didn't slip accidentally, knowingly, or intentionally...
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Is that Ross Castle Mike?
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Is that Ross Castle Mike?
Blarney Castle, some of the photographs that didn't take properly...
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Blarney Castle, some of the photographs that didn't take properly...
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Lovely Mike. ;D ;D ;D ;D
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I've never visited Blarney Castle myself. Always passed through Cork. I love County Kerry though
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Lovely Mike. ;D ;D ;D ;D
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I've never visited Blarney Castle myself. Always passed through Cork. I love County Kerry though
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Were those pictures taken when you fell out whilst kissing the Blarney Stome Mike? ;D ;D........... ::) ahem! Sorry, bad joke,
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Wouwww, that castle! Want to go there!