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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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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Kanturk Grotto

In Listowel Pitch and Putt Course

Kanturk always looks well. It has a very hard working Tidy Town Group, a Men’s Shed and a very involved local community.

The grotto at Greenane is always beautifully maintained.

A Few More from My Brehon Law Book

“The laws were a civil rather than a criminal code, concerned with the payment of compensation for harm done and the regulation of property, inheritance and contracts; the concept of state-administered punishment for crime was foreign to Ireland’s early jurists. They show Ireland in the early medieval period to have been a hierarchical society, taking great care to define social status, and the rights and duties that went with it, according to property, and the relationships between lords and their clients and serfs.” Wikipedia

Some People at the Hospice Coffee Morning

Things Fall Apart !

St. Patrick’s Hall’s New Sign

This is how it used to look with the old white sign

This is how St. Patrick’s Hall looks today with its glamorous new gold sign.

I spotted Martin Chute erecting this one. He did a beautiful job, as usual.

A Fact

Even though the first newspaper crossword appeared in a US newspaper in 1913, it took until November 2 1924 before a crossword was published in an English paper, The Sunday Express.

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Rutting Season in Killarney National Park

Stag rounding up a harem, Photos: Chris Grayson

Fame

A picture paints a thousand words…This cartoon was in last Sunday’s Independent apropos the death of Liam Payne. The hard slog to the top of the stage in the music industry can be followed by a merciless downward slide to be eventually unceremoniously spat out at the bottom.

The Book Tour is heading to France

Cecile was delighted to pick up her copy of Moments of Reflection to bring back home with her after her recent visit to Cirk.

Food for Thought

More from the Hospice Coffee Morning

Over €4,000 was raised on October 17 2024 for Kerry Hospice.

A Fact

Human bodies contain about 0.2 milligrams of gold, most of it in our blood.

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Different Sports

Photo: Chris Grayson in Killarney National Park…2024 rut

Where I was Yesterday

Volunteers were everywhere, Selling tickets, baking and serving, playing the piano, finding chairs for the huge crowd who came to support and generally ensuring that the annual Kerry Hospice coffee morning was an outstanding success.

I took lots of photos, so you will be seeing lots of the lovely people who attended in upcoming posts.

The Sales

In the days before online shopping, shops used to hold much anticipated end of season sales. A few hot ticket items would be greatly reduced and these would be available to shoppers on a first come first served basis. This led to competitive queueing and a mad scramble once the doors opened.

The queue at Roches Stores, Cork for one such sale. The queues and, in this case, the shop is no more.

My Weekend in Ballincollig

Last weekend found me in this little theatre for a festival of one act plays. The calibre of play and of acting was very varied but it was a worthwhile exercise and I enjoyed a return to live theatre which I had missed for a while.

Saturday saw me in Belgooley where hundreds of underage lady footballers from local clubs were trying out for mid Kerry teams. It is heartwarming to see so many young girls actively involved in Gaelic games. The turn out was a great credit to the mentors who coach and encourage these young ladies week in week out.

Sunday and I was in Lakewood tennis club supporting my daughter in the first round of the winter league tennis. Cora joined us after victory with her soccer team in their first round national championship soccer game.

Sunday lunch in Kanturk with my Kanturk besties.

The book tour is due in Kanturk on Friday, October 25th at 7.30 in the Linn gorm Community Hall (P51 YC57). Stuart, the bull, who is one of the stars of Moments of Reflection, won’t be in attendance but his family will. If you are reading this in North Cork, do join us. We won’t have any music this time but we will have a party, hosted by my star baker sister-in-law.

Sad story from the Internet

Did you sing this as a child? .

Explanation below, where this song came from..

This old man he played one

He played nick nack on my drum

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played two

He played nick nack on my shoe

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played three

He played nick nack on my tree

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played four

He played nick nack on my door

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played five

He played nick nack on my hive

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played six

He played nick nack on my stick

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played seven

He played nick nack on my deven

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played eight

He played nick nack on my gate

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played nine

He played nick nack on my vine

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This old man he played ten

He played nick nack on my hen

With a nick nack paddy whack

Give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

This rhyme is thought to relate to Irish beggars who arrived in England during the British genocide which lasted between 1845 to 1852 and  resulted in millions of deaths. Paddies’ as they were known would sell ‘knick knacks’ door to door, also playing a rhythm of ‘nick nack’ using spoons, in the hope of receiving some pennies. According to the tale, they’d be given a ‘whack’ and sent on their way, while their dog would be given a bone.

Last few photos from Listowel Harvest Festival of Racing 2024

John tries to get back to his native Listowel every year during race week.

I met Eileen at the parade ring spotting form.

Bridget and John always enjoy a day at the races.

Niamh and friends with their inventive headgear.

These Ballyduff sisters were reunited for Listowel Races.

A Fact

Koalas sleep up to 20 hours a day.

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Listowel, Athea and Brehon Laws

“The trees are in their Autumn beauty.

The woodland paths are dry….”

Sustainable Fashion at Listowel Races 2024

These are the Tidy Town volunteers who introduced this event which has become the Saturday highlight of race week. They turn up year after year to run this marvellous competition. It has evolved over the years from having some entries that looked like school projects to be a themed fashion competition to rival Friday’s best dressed lady’s event. Many of this year’s outfits would not have been out of place in the Friday competition.

Kathleen O’Flaherty always looks stylish.

This lady got a special prize for inventiveness.

Frances O’Keeffe was the winner of the first sustainable fashion competition at Listowel Races. Her daughter, Edel, won a few fashion prizes too.

The story of the outfit is part of the entertainment of this competition. Maria’s stories areaways the best. Maria Stack was wearing gloves and a hat gifted to her by her late friend, Mary O’Halloran. Mary was a great supporter of Listowel Races.

Tidy Town ladies and An Taisce judge are intrigued by the back stories.

Something Old

This is the kind of old fashioned pram babies slept in in the 1900s. The net over the pram was to protect the infant from flies and wasps and to deter the cat from jumping in with the baby. There was usually a string of coloured rattles across the hood in view of the baby and nearly always a holy medal pinned somewhere.

In Athea

The celtic mural in Athea celebrates Irishness in hundreds of symbols but it also celebrates local people and the enormous talent in the area.

This young flautist is like a snake charmer conjuring up shamrocks, birds, snakes and entwined celtic symbols.

What could be more Irish than a step dancing cailín?

A local young girl immortalised forever among the oak leaves in this impressive piece of wall art.

Brehon Laws

Lately I came upon this treasure of a book in the IWA charity shop. It’s all about the Brehon Laws. These laws were passed on orally since the first centuryBC. They were written down for the first time in the 7th century AD and they were in use until the reign of Elizabeth 1 who replaced the old Brehon Laws with English common law.

The laws give us a great insight into how our ancestors lived.

The great assembly was usually held on Tara. The elders came together to discuss and, if necessary, amend the laws.

Music has always been part of Irish life. There was a hierarchy of musicians with the harpist having pride of place.

A Fact

Percy Spencer invented the microwave oven. He patented it in 1945.

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