The Punch and Judy Show

How big you seemed, how bright your stage how loud and funny, in my little boy's eyes you were larger than everyone else's life, even a lifetime later, your memory still is Those amazing vaudeville routines, with new command performances for each gathering, were rehearsed in daily kitchen pantomimes while we children sat in wide eyed awe An Irish version of the Honeymooners, so funny that you didn't need Art Carney so real that sometimes, I held my breath ....to the moon, McGinty, to the moon! He would bellow and I would nervously ask, is she really going to the moon, Mommy? Then they'd be off on another rollicking road in the evening's riotous repertoire The quieter types would roll their eyes when the curtains would part on Act 1 while everyone else laughed and wished that they could be just like you two To the moon, McGinty, to the moon....