Welcome to Blarney's Blog
Who is Blarney, you might ask?
I am Blarney Killarney from the grand clan of Killarney Leprechauns.
A wee bit of Irish magic an' grand ol' fashioned Irish luck landed me in the Liverpool Public Library. Why might a leprechaun end up so far from Ireland? 'Tis a true tale that I tell. I was out for a stroll among the heather, when I happened along a couple of tourists. Now I have a little hobby of climbing into the backpacks of tourists because you never know what kind of interesting reading materials they might have, and I love to read. 'Twas so nice and warm inside the backpack that I found meself drifting off to sleep. Now, leprechauns do not sleep often, but when they gets their mind set to sleeping they can sleep for days. One minute I was reading snug in the tourist's backpack, and next thing I know I'm tucked away inside the pages of a book on a sale shelf inside a library lobby. To awake surrounded by books! What glorious fortune! 'Twas no small bit o' magic there. I no longer have to sneak into the backpacks of tourists. I have many lifetimes of reading materials here. I looked around for the best place to build my home, and noticed several nice young lassies above me, new friends, books from floor to ceiling-- what better place to call home?!
I'm a wee bit shy, so you will never see me, but you can write to me or visit my house located in the Children's Room of the Library.
Write to me:
Please place all letters in the mailbox located above my door
in the Children's Room at Liverpool Public Library.
|from me pal George||from an anonymous friend
I wish to see you someday. I heard that you are magic and secret. It will be fun to see you so I can show my friends Jack, Asley, Joey, Anna, Kobey, and Kari.
Why R U Hiding?
I wonder where you are are. I want to see you sometime. I love you.
bye for now, Abby
P.S. I hope to see you again soon.
Why don't you ever go in your house? Love, Samantha
Where are you?
Dear Blarney are you a Leprechan and where can I find you? Write back shortly! or ASAP Thanks-
Why won't you come out to let people see you? I would so people could admire me. From Jaida
Hello Leprechaun, I want to meet you sooo bad!
To the lot of ye, I am grateful for ye lett'rs. I am aroun' just invisible. It 'tis leprechaun law that only our elders get the choice to show themselves to humans. We young'ns are invisible to all humans. Older ones of us sometimes choose to reveal themselves to humans, but rarely so as they loose bits o' their magic 'n don't live near as long as if they stay hidden. But I be here, ye just can't see me. Please keep writin'
Cheers! Ye Pal Blarney.
"Welcome to LPL. We are glad to have you here. I would like to ask, since you are only out and about a lot at night, if you could please help and maybe do a wee bit o' shelf reading. Also if you could pick at the holds list or shelve some books if the shelves get full in the circulation workroom. You are a welcome guest and we hope you can earn your keep!
Andy (Page @ LPL)"
Cheers, thank ye for ye welcome. I have been helping people with the knots 'n their shoes. Knots be a terrible thing, have ye noticed? I also tried to move a shelf the oth'r day, 'twere a bit rough, 'n I knocked some o' the books on the floor.
I sometimes like to read accounts of leprechauns by humans for a bit of a chuckle. Humans tend to know little 'bout me folk. Most leprechaun books be pure flights o' fancy. Every once 'n awhile there'll be 'n account of a human who actually met a leprechaun 'n sometimes they'll get a fact or two right. One of me favourite books 'ver be Charlotte's Web. I been lucky enough to befriend one of Charlotte's littles 'ums, Evelyn, who came to Ireland on 'n a steam trunk.
She had liv'd with a nice American Chap named E.B. White, who loved the tale of Evelyn's mother, Charlotte. White went on to write 'ne me favourite books, Charlotte's Web.