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Away on a Ship

Only John Billy Quirk would really know what it was like first hand to have to stow away on a ship headed to America during the early 1800's. Great Great Grandfather John Billy was born in Tipperary, Ireland in 1825. Between 1845 and 1852, Ireland suffered from the Irish Potato Famine that led to mass starvation, disease and emigration. Approximately one million people died and one million more emigrated. In 1848 at the age of20, a funny, full of life John Billy and his younger brother, William stowed away on a ship to have the opportunity to start a life in America hoping to escape poverty, starvation and disease

Coming to America was not easy for the two brothers. They had no money and was desperate so they decided to wait in a shipyard and stowaway on the next ship headed to Americ). To them, America was intimidating because of the unknown. They were young men on their own taking an incredible risk without knowledge of the possible outcome. If their luck couldn't get much worse, the Captain's wife found John Billy and William Quirk in hiding. She had the choice of throwing them overboard, but instead, decided to let them stay and continue on their journey to America. In order to continue, however, they had to pay a price of seven years working on the ship as indentured servants to pay their dues.

In 1855, the Quirk brothers finally arrived to America. Instead of sticking

together, John Billy moved south to settle in Tennessee while William stayed in New York. After John Billy settled in Tennessee, he fell in love with a woman by the name of Matilda McGaw, who also originated from Ireland. They eventually married and were blessed with seven children. With the help of only his family, two mules and a plow, the Quirks became tobacco farmers, raising small crops and farm animals on the side. John Billy and Matilda raised their children

Bud, Molly, Bessie, Jamie, Willy, Johnny and John David in a three-bedroom log cabin. The

family had very little money and was raised hard working to keeping the family farm up. The children grew up, moved away in different directions and had families of their own. The log cabin was abandoned sometime during the 1920's and eventually collapsed.

On the infamous day of April 12 1861, the Confederates opened fire with cannons attacking Fort Sumter, South Carolina. The Civil War began and John Billy was called to duty to fight as a Confederate soldier. Sadly, Billy's brother, William lived north of the Mason Dixon Line and was called to fight as a Union soldier. Before the war ended in 1865, John Billy Quirk was captured twice by the Union as a prisoner of war. The first time he was captured, he was eventually traded for Union soldiers. When John Billy was captured the last time, he was released after the Civil War ended.

Though there were hardships in this man's life, I strongly believe that it was well worth living. From stowing away on a ship to escape from poverty, starvation and disease, to having to do the unthinkable, fighting against his brother in war. My Great Great Grandfather, John Billy Quirk stowed away on a ship to come to America hoping to have a better life and better opportunities even though he was unaware ofthe outcome.

Not only did he bring his younger brother William with him, but he also brought generations of his family to America and many more to come.

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My first day on the job and I was late. Not by much, maybe five minuets, but enough to get some shit from Earl and Junior who waited for me by a beat-up blue pick-up truck. The truck was parked in an abandoned parking lot at West and .FrankIin. streets where I was supposed to meet them five minuets earlier. They were giving me a ride out to a rice field where we would be crop seeding.

Earl, a fat dark haired guy, was the pilot. He was there when I had my interview with some guy who called himself as the Aerial Planting and Cultivation Manager. I barely walked in the fucking door before I was given the job. It paid really well, about twice what I was making at the pizza parlor, and I thought I was one lucky son-of-a-bitchto get the job so easily. It wasn't till later that I figured out I got the job because no one else wanted it. Earl told me he would pick me up in town because we should arrive at the rice field as a crew, not individually, and a ride was just one ofthe perks of the job.

"Your late Peen-chay", Earl snickered. He said the Spanish slang with a stupid-white-man accent, over-emphasizing that he was mispronouncing the word, and thought he was being really funny. I doubt if he knew what the word meant in English, or cared. "You gotta sit bitch since yer late, hippy."

Junior, a meth-head-thin hick wearing dirty red ball-cap with "poultry warehouse" printed on the front, snickered as I lifted myself into the truck. There wasn't a bench seat in the truck, as I had expected, but two bucket seats with a rusted metal toolbox in between. I sat down on the toolbox without saying a fucking word. I just put my lunch in my lap and looked forward. I knew I had two strikes against me because I was nineteen and had a green droopy mohawk, but the toolbox seat was ridiculous. The ride was going to be about twenty minutes long and the handle of the toolbox was already pressing threateningly against my left ass cheek.

Junior was the flagger, which basically meant that he stood out in the field with a red flag that showed Earl where the plane had to dump the seed . .Any idiot could do the job since all it reaJIy required was the ability to stand in different spots and hold a flag, So any idiot was hired, like Junior. I would have thought Earl would be cool since he was a pilot and all but I guess crop dusting and seeding required the same kind of asshole redneck to fly a plane as it did to wave a flag. In all fairness, I don't think they liked me either; they thought I was some asshole punk who was dumb enough to take ajob loading seed. It seemed an easy enough job, but I didn't realize until I was loading the seed that on either end of the seeds where these annoying little barbs that got knocked off from handling and logged themselves into my skin, giving me small red welts all over my arms that took several days to go away.

"Were gonna make a little pit stop Peen-chay" Earl said as he steered off the road towards a shack sitting alone on the side of the road advertising "the best sandwiches tbis side of the Mississippi" even though we were in California.

"I guess you already got lunch," Junior said nodding to my paper bag as he and Earl got out of the cab,

"We'll be back. Stay in the Truck," Earl said over his shoulder as he and Junior lumbered into the store and left me to sweat in the truck. It was only nine in the morning but it felt like ninety-degrees outside already.

I was a strict vegetarian but I'd never had a big problem being around other people eating meat, though when Earl and Junior came back to the truck with greasy red and white checkered paper trays loaded with tri-tip sandwiches, soggy with sauce, I knew my gag reflex was going to be tested. They entered the truck with the odor of rancid cow and sour barbeque sauce. Both of them were smiling ear to ear, as if the smell blasting out from the garbage in their trays' was going to make me feel jealous of the artery clogging adventure I was purposefully left. out of.

As soon as the truck got back on the road they atta.oked their death sandwiches with vigor. I sure as hell didn't tell them I was a vegetarian since it was bad. enough that tbey thought they were being pricks already by eating something they :figured I wanted without offering any to

me.

"These are the best tri-tip sandwiches you'll ever eat." Earl said, still chewing meat, a drip of greasy sauce spilling out the corner of his mouth. "Don't bring lunch next time and get yerself one of these." The sauce fell from his face and landed on his pants so I stupidly looked towards Junior instead. He was pulling at a piece of white stringy" fat with his teeth and when it snapped back at him, landing on his fucking cheek, he grunted with delight, picked it off his stubble and

t ·t in his god-damned mouth. Earl contmued ta.lk:ingwith his mouth full, "Junior and I stop

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here everyday before and alter work to get us these san WlC es. . .

I nodded, looked straight fucking ahead at the road and willed myself to think of

something harmless - carrots, shoes, clouds, hell.

Tell us some lies.

Everything we're wallowing to hear. .

Give it to us in easily digestible, palatable, pIeces.

Ohhh, please make it

Honey smooth.

We'll believe your false fricassee, Feasting on what we must bear to hear.

For acheing's sake, were so worn to shreds, Rags of expectations lay upon our broken bones.

We're begging,

Bargaining

For you to feed our burning,

burning.

Gasoline us up to sweeten the deal.

Make it quick

Because we need our rest.

We need those lies to lull us to sleep Whatever it takes

And keep it coming.

Ohhh, those precious justifications That fit into the puzzle.

Connect some random dots,

We're starting to nod off now. Yes, yes, that's it.

Tell us, lie us,

Everything we have to hear.

Vapid fumes of longing

longing, lingering untrust Fascinated by satisfaction

a swirl of communication that never exists

Existed

Topped offby a lack of generous helpings Taught ourselves to hate

Come afternoons we were basked in a hazy

dryness of the eyes

Just how was this appropriate? How could this sanctify well being?

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Something under flesh

under the soul's brick and barbedlbroken glass combo is dying

Or

At least suffocating

from this lacking of life

Or

At least half-truths

Compared to nothing we're

just seeming to break even.