Christmas 2023 crib in St. Mary’s Parish Church, Listowel
Volunteering at Christmas
Just four of the lovely volunteers in my favourite shop; Teresa, Eileen, Eileen and Mary in St. Vincent’s Listowel on December 15 2023.
Continued from yesterday…
With Tambourines and Wren boys
We had great times with the same Wren, so we did. One St Stephen’s Day I was out with Coolkeragh. They were a good crowd. We were travelling on, whatever. I don’t know that anyone of us knew the names of the people where we were at all. But still is was a good place.
Well, any torn down house or anything, we’d say to ourselves that we wouldn’t go in there at all.
So this house, anyway, we crossed it. It was a
small little pokeen of a house. Myself and the player were talking. We said to ourselves we wouldn’t go in there at all-you know. There would hardly be no one there at all- poor looking.
“Cripes,” says I (as if I had the knowledge)
“ “I imagine,” says I, “but I see an old woman walking around
the house, and now that old woman might only get insulted. We want nothing from her,” says I, “but she might get insulted if we didn’t go into with
the Wren.” “Well, by God, that’s right, Williameen. “We go in then.”
In we went. This poor little woman was inside. A very small little house entirely. She had a few coals down. I went up to the fire, myself and the player. He was Willie Mahoney over in Coolkeragh and a good player he was. The Dickens, I
went up. I was inclined to “hate” the tambourine over the coals. There wasn’t as much fire there as would heat it. Stay, I told him play away. He played away. He played, I think, a hornpipe. God he was a good player! We were at it for a bit, and with that, whatever look I gave, there was the poor woman and the tears rolling down her face.
“Stop, let ye,” says I to the crowd. “Stop, let ye, there
must be something wrong here. Will ye stop!” I turned around to the old woman: “well, poor woman,” says I “there must be something wrong with you or with someone belonging to you.
And if we knew anything like that,” says I, “we were not going to come in at all” says I “if we knew what we know now…. When we see the tears in your eyes we wouldn’t have come in at all….
At that she started, at the top of your voice: “Yerra,Wisha, Weenach!oh!oh!OH!..It isn’t any dohall I have
at all about the Wran Boys!….Yerra, Wisha…..my husband, Tom….he’s inside in the Listowel ‘ospital with a sore leg.
And, and if Tom was here today, wouldn’t he be delighted to see the fine crowd of fine respectable Wren boys that made so much of me as to come in here!
Wait a fwhile ‘til Tom ‘ll come home and if I don’t be telling him that…..oh!oh!oh! and she went on at the top of her voice.
I turned around to the crowd:
“lads,” says I, “have ye much money around ye?
“agor, we have”says the captain, we could have up to
about five pounds, (it was early in the day) “Are ye all satisfied to give this poor woman,” says I, “half of what ye have? The day is long” says I, “and we will make enough to maintain us through the night.” And they said
they were agreeable. The cashier was
just starting to pull out his purse and off she started again: “oh! No! No! Wait awhile now and I must
turn around and give ye something. She had long stockings on her, and she stuck down her hand in one of them-down,
down, and then she got hold of something and she started pulling and pulling til she pulled up a big cloth purse-as sure as I’m telling you there would a quarter sack of male fit inside it! And I couldn’t tell you what money was inside it.
Up she pulled the bag anyway and reached a shilling to myself. “No, ma’am,” says I, “put that in your own pocket.” Then she started again: “oh! No! No! No! If you don’t take that now, decent boy! Oh,Yerra Wisha after what ye had done for me!
Yerra, Wisha, the best friend I ever had in all my life would not do what ye’re after doing for me. That the
Almighty God and the Blessed Virgin Mary may save and guard ye! Bless and
protect ye! And that you and yer crowd might be going around on the Wran,”
says she, “ for the next 100 years without a feather out of ye.”
That happened, for a God’s
In Town with Camera
Lynch’s Coffee Shop
Charlie and Willy on Jumbo’s window
Irish Farmers Journal in the seventies
Some local people in this old paper in summer ’74 and ’75
Some Problems seem to Never Go Away
Before I Was a Gazan
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
I was a boy and my homework was missing, paper with numbers on it, stacked and lined,
I was looking for my piece of paper, proud of this plus that, then multiplied, not remembering if I had left it on the table after showing to my uncle or the shelf after combing my hair but it was still somewhere
and I was going to find it and turn it in, make my teacher happy,
make her say my name to the whole class, before everything got subtracted in a minute even my uncle even my teacher
even the best math student and his baby sister who couldn’t talk yet.
And now I would do anything for a problem I could solve.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH
by Junior Griffin
Oh Lord, when we give this Christmas time,
Do teach us how to share
The gifts that you have given us
With those who need our care,
For the gift of Time is sacred~
The greatest gift of all,
And to share our time with others
Is the answer to your call,
For the Sick, the Old and Lonely
Need a word, a kindly cheer
For every precious minute
Of each day throughout the Year,
So, in this Special Season
Do share Your Time and Love
And your Happy, Holy Christmas
Will be Blessed by Him above
Carols on Church Street
The Folk Group were in great voice on Saturday last as they sang carols on Upper Church Street. A group of traders came together to raise money for three local charities. The folk group sang and we bought tickets in the participating businesses.
In 1843, the custom of sending Christmas cards began. At the time, Sir Henry Cole worked as a senior civil servant and had helped set up what would become the Post Office, and he wanted to try and encourage it to be used by ordinary people.
His idea of Christmas cards was created, and they were initially sold for only 1 shilling each, and the custom slowly became more popular throughout the years.