This blog is a personal take on Listowel, Co. Kerry. I am writing for anyone anywhere with a Listowel connection but especially for sons and daughters of Listowel who find themselves far from home. Contact me at listowelconnection@gmail.com

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Mary Cogan, retired from teaching in Presentation Secondary School, Listowel, Co. Kerry. I am a native of Kanturk, Co. Cork.
I have published two books; Listowel Through a Lens and A minute of your Time

The Dying Art of Letter Writing

The beautiful Darren Enright Tidy Town seat, practical and beautiful. This welcome seat is a triumph of design, craftsmanship and location. It is just one of the many unique features that make Listowel stand out from other Irish towns.

Big Job under way at Kerry Writers’ Museum

The Postman

This picture is from the internet but the scene was replicated in November and December. in every town and village.

In Listowel back in the day we used to have two postal deliveries. In November and December extra postmen would have to be taken on to deal with the volume of cards and parcels arriving into town daily. There was no online shopping back then. These parcels contained presents.

Mick O’Callaghan writes here about the important role of letter writing in our lives in the old days.

PLEASE MR POSTMAN.

I remember that song by The Carpenters with its catchy first line ” Please Mr Postman look and see if there’s a letter, a letter for me.”

 I love writing, composing , scribbling , doodling or whatever title you want to call it, but I note in latter years I write fewer letters . The only ones I write now are congratulating someone on retirement or on the occasion of a  special birthday. Increasingly I am also writing sympathy letters because someone  of my own vintage has died.

In my school days letter writing was very important. It was the main communication system for people .We were taught how to write the letter with the correct address and date on the top right-hand corner. Once that piece was correct  you began  the letter with the formal address of  Dear —–.

You then proceeded to start the letter, so careful to spell each word correctly. Each paragraph had to be clearly indented. The proper thought process had to be correct so that each paragraph was a complete section.  Then you proceeded to the next paragraph with the fresh news section to be developed .When the letter was finished there was the signing off and this process was always quite perplexing.

Do I address the person as  Yours Sincerely, or Yours truly, or other such endearing term?

When this was complete there was the envelope to be addressed. You had to make sure you wrote the address in straight lines. `This was an imperative. Sometimes I used a light pencil mark to guide my straight-line writing . 

Finally, the process was complete, and you had to submit it to teacher for critical arbitration and await  the verdict. It amazed me that no matter how hard I tried teacher always found cause to use that red biro and pass some derogatory comment about my snail like scrawl.

In my own teaching career I used Composition and Grammar Parts 1and 2 by Mairéad Ní Ghráda . These were brilliant little books for proper writing lessons. I still have my copy of it and now and again I will have a peep inside the cover.

This simple letter writing exercise caused me great distress because in my head I saw no point in wasting time at this exercise when I could be doing my worthwhile Maths which I loved.

      Anyway, we had good times in  5th class, except for  the dreaded letter writing.  I put it behind me as an experience not to be repeated again in life.

I was sadly disillusioned because in sixth year English during my Leaving Cert year our English teacher  came in one morning and announced that we would be dealing with a very important topic this week, namely letter writing. He stressed how important it was in our lives. There was a collective gasp as we recalled our earlier days of letter writing in 5th class .

        Now however our future lives depended on the famous letter of application. He told us that employers first impression of us would be the letter and no employer would employ someone who couldn’t write or spell properly or lay out a letter properly.

        Now we had a new realisation of the importance of proper hand-writing. I went home and practised assiduously and at the end of the week I was  pleased to get a commendation for my application letter thanks to my late father’s nightly inputs.

      With my Leaving Cert completed I was accepted in St Patrick’s College for teacher training. Imagine my horror when I heard we had a professor of black board drawing and writing who emphasised the importance of proper legible writing on the blackboard and each word properly spelt and all written in straight lines . It was all so serious but funny now when you reflect back on it all 56 years later. I am sure that Professor Dignam has a nice scroll written for himself in heaven and proud as punch that he taught so many the craft of using a piece of chalk properly.His dusters were always so clean and he stressed the importance of giving the dusters a few bangs during the day to keep the. blackboard clean.

It is all a far cry from the modern era of  whiteboards, laptops, mobile phone apps, text messages, whats app, face time and computers and Instagram.

I have embraced all this technology because it has enriched our lives. I could not imagine being without my mobile phone or laptop. .

In this techie world there is something that annoys me a little  though. When I write a message to someone and they reply `TKs or cu soon. or some  such code, which is an insult to the English language.

Another irritant occurs when you take some time, thought and trouble to send someone a letter. You have spent some time checking over the spellings and syntax of the message and then you get an insulting yellow thumbs up sign back in reply. I don’t respond usually to these people . Some weeks later I get a message of “We haven’t heard from you in a while. “Impishly, I reply with a yellow thumbs up sign .Yes I too have joined the modern era.

Mick O Callaghan

A Poem in Praise of November

Important Zoom Talk

A Fact

The Rubik’s Cube was invented in 1974 by a Hungarian professor of architecture, Erno Rubik.

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Books, Cards and Candles

Used now only as an ornament

Our Recent Dead

This list in St. Mary’s remembers all those who have passed away in the last year. We remember them and all our dead loved ones and during the month of November we can light a candle at a special shrine in their memory.

Comings and Goings

New art studio, shop and classroom on Market Street

Frank Coffey Shoes in Main Street is closing shortly.

What I’m Reading

My table on a November morning 2024; My neighbour’s newspaper waiting my attention; Candle lighting for the holy souls; Left over Halloween treats, a cuppa and my new book complete the tableau.

I am reading this book because I want this brave lady to get to Number 1 on the bestsellers list for Christmas.

I had never heard of Emma Heatherington until I heard her interviewed by Claire Byrne on her morning show on the morning of the launch of her latest book.

This photo from The Belfast Telegraph is how she used to look.

Emma was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a blood cancer, in March 2024 as she was nearing the end of her first draft of her Christmas novel.

I’ll give you the bones of her story as told to Claire Byrne. Many lesions in parts of her body, chemotherapy, recurrence of lesions, much pain and sickness, hospitalisations etc but she soldiered on and got the novel finished.

Fast forward to launch day and she is being interviewed in her hospital bed as she awaits the latest procedure to try to buy her a few more years. Her healthy stem cells have been harvested and now after more chemo to kill any remaining cancer they are being put back into her body. The procedure was happening on October 29 2024 as the book was being placed on the shelves.

Emma will never see it on those shelves for she will have to be in isolation for 6 weeks in order to let the stem cells take root without any risk of infection. She will not see her 4 children as she is only allowed one named visitor in case of emergency.

By the time she is better and back home, her book will have had its moment. So I did my small bit by buying it in the hope of getting it to number 1.

Maybe Next Christmas is a feel good love story, very readable.

Very Last Hospice Coffee Morning Photos

The morning ended with a raffle for some marvellous prizes kindly donated by local businesses.

Next project; the Christmas cards. They look lovely again this year.

A Fact

In 2005 , the singer, Adele’s song, Hello, became the first song ever to reach more than one million downloads in its first week.

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Autumn in Kanturk and Listowel

Lower Church Street

Lost Souls

I found this sad poem on the internet

LOST SOULS

Sitting alone at the bar in Kilburn

Mid afternoon on a mid Summers day

Wearing a suit stained with blood, sweat and booze

Drinking the last of this months rent 

He took the boat in 57

Leaving behind Mayo

Full of hope and fear

An address in his pocket

For a ganger and a start 

Money for a week to tide him over

Sunday best on his back 

New shoes squeezing his feet 

No Irish need apply

Lodgings hard found

Working every hour god sent

Paid in the crown at the weekend

Missing home, laughs to hide the pain

Another from the top shelf 

Saving for the summer holiday

Putting a little by 

Back home for a week to the old sod

Buying pints for the lads

Bragging about the wages

Gold chains around the neck

Bought from a suitcase

When did you get home?

When are you going back?

Back to back breaking in blighty

Years passing on

Body getting tired

Drink taking hold 

No money for the holidays

Or the funerals at home 

Nights in the doss house

Sleeping on the rope

Days on the streets 

Dreams of a long gone family

Passing away in the cold

(C) Kevin McManus

This sculpture, The Crying Stone by Colm Brennan

A Few More Hospice Morning Photos

Tidy Town Work

The Tidy Town organisation is about so much more than litter picking and tidying up. The replacement of these important tourist information signs is just one of their many unsung contributions to making Listowel the lovely place it is to live in, to work in or to visit.

Book Promoting in Kanturk

Kanturk looked very autumnal on my recent visit.

Noreen O’Sullivan has a keen interest in local history.

I met Alison Murphy in Presents of Mind. My book is now available in this lovely gift shop on O’Brien Street.

Eilish O’Connor in the beautiful welcoming Olde Worlde Alley Bar bought 3 books to give to family at Christmas.

A Fact

After its catastrophic collision with the iceberg it was a full 2 hours and 40 minutes before The Titanic sank.

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In Tralee and Kanturk

Listowel’s ball alley in October 2024

This week in Listowel Family Resource Centre

As promised, Sheilagh at the family resource centre has kept us informed about activities at this marvellous local meeting place.

If you have any questions about any of these activities, call 06823584

The centre is located on the John B. Keane Road

A Cosmopolitan Corner of Tralee

I took the following photos without moving from my spot at the traffic lights by Guiney’s in Tralee. What strange neighbours, Peig Sayers, Neil Armstrong and an Italian Irish restaurant.

A Hall in Kanturk

This very popular community hall in Kanturk is often referred to locally as The Temperance Hall. It is now looked after by the Community Council. I don’t know about its origins in the temperance movement but as a trade union hall it played an important role in social and political affairs in the town.

I had never heard of the All for Ireland League so I looked it up.

The All-for-Ireland League (AFIL) was an Irish, Munster-based political party (1909–1918). Founded by William O’Brien MP, it generated a new national movement to achieve agreement between the different parties concerned on the historically difficult aim of Home Rule for the whole of Ireland. The AFIL established itself as a separate non-sectarian party in the House of Commons of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, binding a group of independent nationalists MPs to pursue a broader concept of Irish nationalism, a consensus of political brotherhood and reconciliation among all Irishmen, primarily to win Unionist consent to an All-Ireland parliamentary settlement.

This is just the introduction to a very interesting article in Wikipedia.

Another Gold Medal

In Croke Park for the announcement of the winners of the National Tidy Towns Competition were Breda, Mary, Julie and Jimmy representing Listowel. Listowel achieved another gold medal and increased its overall mark by 11 points. well done everyone.

Listowel Food Fair

Promoting the annual Food Fair at Garvey’s Super Valu on Saturday last.

All the information is here; Listowel Food Fair 2024

Some More Hospice Morning Photos

A fact

Michelangelo finished painting the Last Judgement in the Sistine Chapel on October 31 1541.

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People, Old Laws, a Loss and a Design Classic

Photo: Chris Grayson in Killarney

More Brehon Laws

I remember my mother spancelling a young cow who was not used to being milked and might kick out.

A yoke was a piece of wood tied under an animal’s head so that if he tried to walk too quickly, the yoke would hit him and deter him from straying.

A Sad Parting

BEN.

By Mattie Lennon

We’re left with only memories,

At those we now must clutch 

 Your picture on the kitchen wall

 It is our only crutch.

That image is consoling

And helps to ease the gloom

As your eyes, like Mona Lisa’s 

Just trace me round the room.

From scraping plates to closing doors

To going to bed at night,

All have a Ben-connection;

Each smell and sound and sight.

Your meat and nuts  disposed of

(To the Blue-bin went your bed.)

I didn’t want any witnesses

When tears flowed in the shed.

We got you thirteen years ago,

You were only four months old.

The last one of your litter,

The others all were sold.

We brought you home immediately

‘Twas a lovely Summer day. 

Both had our eccentricities 

So we bonded straight away.

We strolled and shared our traits for years 

(A half a score plus three.)

Strangers always hailed you first 

And then they’d talk to me.

I now walk out without you,

Your spirit’s there but , then

The dreadful thing I  have to say.

When  people ask., “Where’s Ben.”

To you kind and loved and loving dog

The illness came to stay.

Then needles, scans and Xrays

Were the order of the day.

Some medicines you wouldn’t take

And your pain I couldn’t see.

I forced tablets down and hurt you

Now that thought is hurting me.`

When all that could be done was done,

The end came mighty fast.

Decision made. The plunger pushed.

Relief from pain at last.

We didn’t use that terrible word,

The one that rhymes with “Dread.”

I asked the Vet a question

As our son then kissed your head

Mattie Lennon

Moments of Reflection

Thank you, Fred Ward for these photographic memories

Bobby reading

Me signing

Friends who came to support me

more cousins

The Biro….a Classic of Design and Usefulness

John Anthony Hegarty shared the following with us

A Fact

The world’s first car dealership opened in London in 1897.

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