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Tag: Anne Moloney

Final Pictures from Ladies Day 2015, more from Listowel Garden Centre’s Christmas Shop and the funeral of a slain Garda

Glorious Autumn

Trees in Listowel Pitch and Putt Course: October 2015


Ah, Here!

I know I promised no more frocks or hats from Ladies Day , but…..I just had to share the  photos I took inside the tent where the interviews were taking place. Brian Purcell was the M.C. and he was very capable in that role. Below he is interviewing the girl who went on to win in a new category this year; Best Dressed Young Racer.

Young was defined as “under 25” but the finalists were all teenagers.

 Another new category this year was Best Dressed Couple and this Cork pair won that.

In a lull in proceedings Brian Purcell invited Eilish Stack out to dance. All her Strictly training stood her in good stead. See for yourself  HERE

 Orla Diffley of Upfront was running the whole show.

Alison Canavan, one of the judges, took it in turn with Brian Purcell to interview the finalists.

To my surprise, this lady eventually won the prize for the most jazzy hat. Her sister made the headpiece and she also made the ones on the ladies pictured below. The one on the left is a lot more “jazzy” in my opinion, but who am I to judge?

Again I was wrong here. I thought this lady was the clear winner for the best dressed lady prize. She seemed to me to have nailed the perfect outfit.

These are the finalists. I turned round from photographing them and there beside me was one of the best dressed ladies on the racecourse…. in the audience.

The four finalists with Mr. McElligott, the sponsor. Bríd Hayes on the far right was declared the winner.


Another look inside Listowel Garden Centre’s Christmas Shop

Listowel Garden Centre have invested a huge amount in stocking and displaying this mammoth Christmas display. They deserve our support.


Out and About with Camera

In Allos I met cousins Josephine, Isla and Anne (all née Scully))

These two gentlemen were talking football outside Flavins, Mr. Maher and Christy Killeen.

Joan Carey was walking her dog on Church Street.


R.I.P. Garda Tony Golden, Family Man and Hero

This is a photograph of Blackrock Co. Louth yesterday, October 15 2015. The photographer, Niall Carroll, who took the photo at the request of the Golden family, asked us on Facebook to share it as a mark of respect to the tragic young father mercilessly gunned down as he did his duty.

The sight of a thin blue river of uniformed gardaí is a profoundly moving one. Even more moving is an account in today’s Irish Times by Miriam Lord of the state funeral of a family man. Lord describes the two Golden little girls, holding hands and clutching teddies as they try to comprehend the enormity of the occasion.

Garda Chief Commissioner Nóirín O’Sullivan summed up their loss. “It is achingly sad to realise that Tony and Nicola’s three beautiful little children will need help to remember the best of what has been taken away from them” 

You can read the full article HERE. It would move a stone to tears.

Peig Sayers; a Listowel connection

This book has been much in the news recently. The co-author, Michael Carney, is the last person born on the Great Blasket, the only inhabitable one of the 6 islands, to write an account of life there. The Blasket islands have been uninhabited since 1953. Only 10 native islanders survive and all are very elderly.

Michael Carney was born on the island in 1920 and lived there until he was 16.

I read a review of the book by Darragh MacManus and that review has spurred me to read the memoir itself. When Mike was growing up on the Great Blasket , the island people had no post office,  no shop, no car, no electricity, no phone, no running water, no church, no doctor or nurse, no horse, no proper roads, no machinery and no pub .  They literally had nothing.

It was the tragic death of Mike’s brother, Séanín, which led eventually to the complete evacuation of the last remaining 22 citizens in 1953.  In 1964 just before Christmas, Seainín ÓCearna contracted meningitis. The weather was too bad and the sea too rough to get him to the mainland or to bring a doctor from the mainland to him.  His preventable death and the subsequent delay in getting to the mainland for a coffin was the impetus the islanders needed to put pressure on the DeValera government to relocate them.

Mike says ” Some people cannot get the island out of their system. I think about it every day and still dream about it every night. I am an islandman at heart and will be until the day I die.”


People often marvel at how Listowel has produced so many writers. Even more extraordinary is the number of writers produced by one small isolated island off the west Kerry coast. The Great Blasket at its peak  had only 176 inhabitants in 1916.

The most famous of the chroniclers of life on The Blasket was Peig Sayers.

This rare photo of Brendan Behan and Peig was posted online by a Michael Murphy.

Recently I discovered that a Listowel family have a close family link with Peig.

In her biography, Peig describes 2 periods she spent “in aimsir”,  i. e. working as a servant girl. The first of these tréimhsí was spent  with a family in Dingle. Peig describes her time in the Curran house with affection. The bean an tí, her boss, was kind to her and  she loved the children, particularly Seáinín.

Now for the Listowel connection. This Curran family is the family of Anne Moloney of Cherrytree Drive. Unfortunately, Anne has no photo of herself with Peig since she was very young when Peig died, but she secured from another member of her family this photo of Peig with them.

1936 approx.

Standing back L to R : Mary Curran ( Anne Moloney’s grandmother) , Ogie Mehigan ( Anne’s first cousin) Eileen Scully nee Curran (Anne’s mother)

Seated L to R: Fr Morgan Curran and his sister Sr Felicitas Curran ( Anne’s uncle and aunt)  Peig Sayers, “Auntie” Ciss Mehigan nee Scully

Front L to R : Gussie Mehigan, on Peig’s lap, John Scully ( known by Peig as Seáinín) ( Anne’s eldest brother)

We’re not sure who the boy with his back to us is!

Since Anne was not born when Peig was in her family home, her memories of Peig are as an old lady. Peig Sayers spent the last years of her life in Dingle hospital. We know from her own account that Peig had “galar an tabac” and was once reduced to filling her dúidín (clay pipe) with tea when she was gasping for a smoke and no tobacco was to be had. But our Peig was no saint. She was also fond of a drop. Anne remembers being sent up to the hospital with a naggin of whiskey that some kind benefactor had bought in Currans for Peig.

While the search for a photo of Peig with the Curran family was going on, Kay Caball, Anne’s sister in law, came up with a photo of Peig with the Moloney family of Listowel.

Back L to R

Micheal O Guithín, Peig Sayers, Dan Moloney

Front L to R

Unknown, Margaret Moloney

The photos were scanned and sent by Maeve Moloney, Anne’s daughter, and she tells me that she has been motivated to re read Peig’s story.

Maeve found the following interesting titbit in Wikipaedia:

The book was for a long time required reading in secondary schools in Ireland. As a book with arguably sombre themes (its latter half cataloguing a string of family misfortunes), its presence on the Irish syllabus was criticised for some years. From 1960 the Irish population was urbanising, a process that led to the “Celtic Tiger” economy in the 1990s, and Peig’s tales of woe in rural surroundings confirmed to many students that Irish was a language of poverty and misery, while English was considered the language of science and commerce.


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