“So, did anyone ever marry the wrong person back in your day?”
“Yes, ME” replies The Granny.
“Oh no, I meant a person that wasn’t approved of or who turned out to be a nasty piece of work?”
All said in hushed tones across the restaurant table.
“Or were there any arranged marriages?”
According the The Granny, yes one of her aunt’s marriages had been arranged. Rewind to 1940s Wexford where it was all about the land you had and the living you could make from it. There was a local bar, Murphy’s, where a certain bachelor farmer would go from time to time for a drink or two and a chat with Mr. Murphy behind the bar. He was a man in his forties and he made it known to Mr. Murphy – who surely knew every man in the surrounding area (with and without a daughter) – that he was on the lookout for a wife.