Máire MacMahon Takes us on Trip on The Tipperary Blueway  

These two photos are of a little garden at the river side of the old graveyard in Kilsheelan which the Tidy Towns have turned into a little garden for people to enjoy.


Photo: Eamon ÓMurchú

Winter Solstice Blessing ~ John O’Donohue



Somewhere, out at the edges, the night

is turning and the waves of darkness

Begin to brighten on the shore of dawn.


The heavy dark falls back to earth

And the freed air goes wild with light,

The heart fills with fresh, bright breath

And thoughts stir to give birth to color.




I arise today

In the name of Silence

Womb of the Word,

In the name of Stillness

Home of Belonging,

In the name of Solitude

Of the soul and the Earth.


I arise today

Blessed by all things,

Wings of breath,

Delight of eyes,

Wonder of whisper,

Intimacy of touch,

Eternity of soul,

Urgency of thought,

Miracle of health,

Embrace of God.


May I live this day

Compassionate of heart,

Clear of word,

Graciousness in awareness,

Courageous in thought,

Generous in love.


John O’Donohue, Irish poet and philosopher

“Matins” (Morning Prayer)


Carmody’s Corner


Happy Handball Days

Michael Enright, formerly of Bridge Road, has been in touch.

First of all, thanks a million for your blog. Please don’t stop. Apart from local residents, all of us

 Listowel exiles need those features and memories. We cannot even travel to Listowel and

 the Kingdom in these dismal times.

May I share my memories of the handball days in Listowel during the 40’s and 50’s. 

The alley was a hive of activity in those days. Not just handball, but other dodgy pastimes like

 pitch and toss, card games like poker. Some great handball competitors then– my late brother 

Tom, Dermot Buckley, Kevin Sheehy, John Joe Kenny, Johnny Halloran, Fr Kieran OShea, and 

Junior Griffin. Breandán OMurchú is another survivor. Only “senior ” players got a game on 

Sunday mornings– the rest of us juniors were banished to a one wall alley at the side of the 

main arena. There could be 20 or 30 people there. Some of those people would be competing 

for All Ireland medals if they played in a standard 3 wall alley.

A serious problem arose when the ball was hit out of the alley and landed in the river, 

 in high flood. One unlucky volunteer had to climb the wall adjacent to the alley, 

cross the main road and descend down another wall to Buckleys field. 

He then had to race along the river in the hope of spotting the ball, which usually came to rest 

at a dead pool somewhere before the Racecourse bridge. 

Thanks again, Mary.

Michael Enright

Junior Griffin made this contribution to a website celebrating handball and old handball alleys;

Irish Handball Alleys

“There was a time when we literally had nothing in our pockets and handball was our main

sporting outlet as it really cost us nothing. In fact as young boys during the war years 

some of us in the Bridge Road made a bit of money out of the handball.

On a Sunday morning the alley was packed with many young, and not too young,

 men awaiting their game of handball.  No emigration. 

 A few of us budding entrepreneurs from the Bridge Road would have picked up one old penny 

somewhere, when there was 240 pence to the old pound, and we would make our way to a lovely old lady named Mrs Dowling about a mile outside Listowel 

and buy apples from her and then go back to the alley and sell our apples. Our aim was 

to make a profit of 3 old pence, 2 pence for the Sunday matinee and the one penny left 

would buy us 2 squares of the old Cleeves slab toffee. Our week was made, we wanted nothing 

else. The two squares were joined together and we would break them by hitting them

 against the metal leg of our seat in the local cinema. More than likely a square, or maybe both, 

would hit the ground, but the word hygiene was not on our dictionary in those days. 

What a lovely, carefree life it was.

The end of the war changed all that, as most of the hand ball young men of

 that era emigrated to different corners of the world. As I got older I played a lot of handball 

myself and gave many years as secretary of the local club.. 

The game of handball meant a lot to us in those days and I honestly believe that as

 young boys and then as young men it kept us out of harm’s way as the game of handball 

was such a brilliant game to play”. Junior Griffin, May 2020