A few years ago some friends of friends of mine had their daughter getting married in Kerry.
As this was the first wedding of a generation they decided to go the whole hog and have a large, extended family, blow out.
To this end they asked some family members who would have been part of the emigration diaspora of the fifties, and have gone to England at that time and not been back since.
The family organised a mini-bus to pick these members up in Shannon and bring them to Moyvane,the town where the church part of the wedding was to take place.

Some of these family members had got a little Anglicised during their time in England and one of the ladies asked the mini-bus driver in her best cut glass tone;
“Where exactly is the wedding taking place?”
The van driver replied in his best Kerry accent;”’Tis in Moyvane, Ma’am”
(Giving this town its correct Kerry pronunciation)
“My God!” said the visitor turning to her husband;” They are going to have the wedding in the mini-bus!”