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.
- Published on 27 April 2010
"How old are you, Blarney?"
I be of the young leprechaun age of 131, and most o' me people live to 'round 500 years. Those that be showing himself and herself to humans lose bits o' their magic and don't live near as long as the rest of us, 'twich be why ye won't see me. Smart leprechauns stay invisible to humans their entire lives.
- Published on 21 April 2010
Greetings to you, Blarney Killarney!
We'll be welcoming you with tunes, tales, and cupcakes on the morrow. Although we know we won't see you, we hope you enjoy it. Listen for "Megan Morgan," "The Butterfly," "Cooley's Reel," "Master of All Masters," and "Tarbolten." After hours you might want to check out the Victorian dollhouse in the picture book corner. There's also a purple platypus hanging around who is very friendly. Watch out for the raccoon though.
All the best,
Dear Ms. Sharp,
Thank ye for the grand welcome. Your music was brilliant and I was on the shelf behind you doing a wee little jig. I've never seen a raccoon before, only read about them. 'Twas over to call on the Victorian ladies for a cup o' tea the other day, lovely bunch of lassies they 'twere. Patty Platypus is a grand o' pal thank ye!
- Published on 21 April 2010
- Published on 20 April 2010
We were a wonderin where you'd gone to. Just like you to be sleepin the day away amongst the books! Must say you've found yourself a wee bit o heaven there in the Liverpool Library.
The boys are a missing you though.
Cheers! Tis good to hear from ye. Tell the boys to be good for their Uncle Blarney. Maybe ye shall visit me 'n me wee bit 'o heaven sometime.
Yer Youngest Brother,