Martin Jim.

Mac Phaidin

McFadden Bros. 

Martin Jim. 
Writer. 

Brother's Edmund and Martin McFadden were born in Kill, Carrigart to James McFaden from Cashel,Creslough and Sadie McLaughlin from Dunmore, Carrigart. In a family of five children three boyes Edmond, Eunan, Martin and two girls Mary and Bridie. Educated in Carrigart National School and then on to the Hotel business where Edmond seved his time as Sheff and Martin as a Porter. 

After leaving the Hotel business they worked in the bog and did odd jobes. When each of them on their own went to Scotland and England they worked in the Construction Business. When in London they always found their way to Shepard's Bush where  local men "Duffy and Carr" who are a big name in the contracting business have their office.

Martin Jim  launched his new book " Sober, I am not afraid" his autobiography in the Ramada Hotel in Letterkenny on friday 13th feast of St. Anthony in whom Martin had great devotion. Guest speaker,s were  Paddy Rooney Assistant Manager Letterkenny General Hospital , Colm Anthony McFadden Donegal Senior Footballer, John McFadden and James Woods Martin's boxing buddies and Joanne Sweeney of Strawberry Media.

Edmond was well known for his Song writing and singing. He also Wrote Poetry.

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Martin "Jim" McFadden.

Martin and his wife Liz went on one of their many visits to St. Anthony Tomb in Padua, Italy. (St.Anthony was born in Lisbon,Portugal.)  When they were there Martin was interviewed by  Mario Conte,OFM Conv. about his book " Sober, I am not afraid"  for  the Messenger of St. Anthony. The interview wil appear in the february 2009 addition.

 Edmund "Jim"  McFadden

THE CHRISTENING

One of Edmond  Poems

(1 ) I was born one winters morning,
A cold and blustery day,
The oul midwife drank some poitin,
And then she went away,
My father he drink some too,
His heart was filled with joy,
And turning to my Mother says,
What will we call our boy.

(3) So they got me to the chapel,
By what means I do not know,
It's hard for me to be quite sure,
It was so long ago,
And when we got back home again,
And when we all were fed,
My father he looked down at me,
And says "How are you Ned"

(5) Now Neddy is a donkeys name,
And I'm not too far away,
But I still don't like the bloody name,
And have to make them pay,
Now you good folk who listened,
Don't raise your sons in dread,
Call them any name you want,
But do not call them Ned.

 

 

 

 

 

(2)My mother she looked back at him,
And said she did not know,
You can call him Paddy if you like,
Or you can call him Joe,
Now Charley is a nice name,
And a nicer name is Fred,
Be god you know my father says,
I think we'll call him Ned.



(4) Now Ned my name that's fair enough,
But people call me Ted,
The posh ones call me Edward,
And some who call me Ed,
There is some who call me Edmund,
And some who call me Eddy,
Then there's the fucking bastards,
Who go and call me Neddy.