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Last of my Photos from Listowel Writers’ Week Opening Night 2017

May 31 2017 was a lovely evening in Listowel Town Square. St. John’s presided over The Square as it has done for hundreds of years and the best Writers Week ever was about to get underway in The Listowel Arms.  And I was there……

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People at Opening Night


“If I picked out one highlight though, one moment that’s opened a new door in my mind, it was Richard Ford on Second Acts. Richard opened the celebrations and my heart soared as he spoke about the very issue that is playing constantly on my mind right now – and one I had only minutes before been discussing in the bar with Richard Skinner, Director of the Faber Academy, the second novel. I had only just been saying to Richard that the first novel is like the love of your life, a grand passion but with the second, you get 50,000 words in and start to feel queasy as you wonder should you even be going out with this one – in today’s Tinder world, should you have swiped left perhaps?”   Rose McGinty

I don’t agree with Rose on this one. Rose is a writer and here for a literary festival. I am a local and here to share the enjoyment of local people in rubbing shoulders with the greats of Irish literature and also the up and coming writers and future stars. 

Actress turned author, Ruth Gilligan came with a posse of friends.

Gabriel  Fitzmaurice

Catherine and Con Kirby

Jim and Dónal Daly

Eamon OHargáin

Maria McGrath with Sarah Webb and Óisín McGann

Norella Moriarty, Liz Dunn, Bernie Carmody and David Browne

In Killarney this morning a proud mother is opening Listowel Connection and seeing her lovely son at work at Listowel Writers’ Week.

This is a photo of two John Griffins. The older of the two is John Junior Griffin and the lovely young man on his left is John Griffin of Killarney. This John’s mother is a Hannon from Listowel and a follower of this blog.

John was in Listowel working as a sound engineer during the festival. I kept running into to him as he lugged his big amplifier from location to location on morning walks. He was invariably polite, pleasant and professional – a credit to his Listowel family.

Catherine Moylan was first on stage.

She urged us to make friends with our neighbour. No better woman than Norella for befriending people.

Next up John Spillane

Then Liz Dunn

 Colm Tóibín

 Richard Ford

The silver award sat on the table awaiting presentation to Brendan Kennelly

This was my highlight. Brendan sat down and regaled us in his mellifluous tones with stories and songs. He recited his most famous poem, Begin, which he told us came to him in a moment of inspiration after major heart surgery. He sang John B. Keane songs and he held the audience in the palm of his hand as of old. He was where he clearly loves to be, holding court among his own people and fellow writers and lovers of literature. It was a special moment in time.   And I was there…..

Looking westward I beheld an unmistakable forehead among the crowd near the door. Alan Cumming had entered the room. What a lovely man. He posed for photos and chatted like one of our own.

I forgot to mention that among all of this there was prize giving. Kit de Waal won the big one with her novel, My Name is Leon and Vona Groarke won the poetry prize. Lots of other people also won prizes. You can see the full list on the Writers’ Week website.  And Laura Enright sang…heavenly voice!

What a night! And I was there…

More from Opening Night LWW 2017

Rare old Photo

This photo was shared recently by The National Library of Ireland. It shows DeValera with Countess Markievitz.

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Brendan Kennelly is Honoured in Listowel


Every year at Listowel Writers’ Week someone is honoured for a lifetime of achievement. This year the very popular choice for this award was Brendan Kennelly. Eileen Moylan, a local silversmith was commissioned to make the one- off piece to present to the great man on opening night. This year she made an absolutely magnificent piece, pictured below. The two sides of the piece depict symbols of two places very close to the poet’s heart, the window at Lislaughtin Abbey in his native Ballylongford, and the arch at Trinity College where he spent so many happy years teaching and living. The twin strands of his life are intertwined.




Here is Eileen, the artist with Brendan Kennelly on the night of the presentation.

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More people, local, famous and otherwise at opening night 2017


Catherine Moylan, Vice Chairperson of Listowel Writers’ Week snd Aisling Wren

Singer, songwriter John Spillane makes his way to the hotel for his gig.

Out of focus picture of Hilda Doody and Mary McElligott

Great friends of the festival, Canon Declan O’Connor P.P. Listowel and Fr. Anthony Gaughan

Tony Guerin

Seamus Hosey and Mattie Lennon

Billy Keane and Roibeard Pierse

Jimmy Deenihan and Noel O’Grady

Jennifer and Mirelle Murphy

Playwright, Tony Guerin greets his old friend Fr. Antony Gaughan

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Schiller in all his Summer Glory, June 7 2017





The Garden of Europe is just awakening into life these days. The heavy rains have brought up abundant vegetation. All we need now is some sunshine to enjoy it.

Trees, Listowel Community Centre and Tennis, Melchert and Second Time Around

Trees

Catherine Moylan took these photos. The top one she took in The Garden of Europe and the one above in Gleannaginty, Castleisland.

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Progress at the Community Centre


They have roofed the extension.

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Listowel Tennis


In preparation for the new season the club had power washed the courts. They are looking very inviting.

The clubhouse could do with an upgrade

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Melchert in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade and a Reunion of Melchert workers




Photos; Mike Hannon on line

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My Favourite Listowel Shop



I love charity shops. They have lots of attractions that are lacking in other shops. They always stock a variety of goods and you never know when you will come across a treasure.

Another huge advantage of these shops is the calibre of people who volunteer in them. I have met the kindest, most patient shop assistants in charity shops.

My all time favourite of these boutiques is Second Time Around, the St. Vincent de Paul outlet on Upper William Street, Listowel.

It opens for business on Thursdays and Fridays from 11.00 a.m. It stocks a great quality variety of clothes, books, jewellery and brick a brac. Stock moves quickly here. If you like it buy it. It probably won’t be here when you come back.

One of the attractions of Second Time Around is the lovely shop assistants. Here are just a few of the many friendly, helpful volunteers.

Cathrina, Eileen, Marie and Kay were volunteering on Thursday afternoon March 2 2017

Nancy and Hannah posed for me with Miriam, who was dropping off a donation on March 4 2017

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Look who was on the Today show




Photo from the Rte website

Séan McCarthy, more on the wren boys and some more Listowel people in November 2016

Listowel Castle 2016





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Seán McCarthy at Christmas


Seán McCarthy’s poems about Christmas were gathered into an anthology sometime in the 1970s. Junior Griffin has a copy. Below is another of the poems. In it Seán is writing about Christmas in his U.S. home in South Carolina.


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Human sisters

I snapped Alice and Catherine Moylan at the BOI expo back in late November 2016.

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Wm. Molyneaux’s recollections of the Wrenboys of his youth

 Part 3 

But then, about the
Wren.  How the wren derived her dignity
as the king of all birds.  That was the
question.  An eagle issued a challenge
between all birds, big and small as they were-wrens, robins, sparrows,
thrushes, blackbirds, jackdaws, magpies, or else.  They commenced their flight this
day-Christmas Day-The eagle, being the bravest continues her flight and was
soaring first.  All the other birds were
soaring after, until, in the finish, after a lapse of time in her flight, the
weaker birds seemed to get weary and could not continue their flightsome  ways further. 
But the Wren pursued to the last. 
The other birds got weak and worn out and in the heel of fair  play, the eagle said that she was the king of
all birds herself now.  The wren
concealed yourself under the Eagles feathers, in the end of  fair play the Eagle got worn out.  The wren flew out from under the Eagles
feathers and declared yourselves the king of all birds.  That is how the Wren derived her dignity as
being the king of all birds.  So we hunted
her for the honour of it.  Also, when St
Stephen was in prison and as he was liberated the band went out against St
Stephen, and it was a daylight performance and the wren, when she heard the
music and the band, came out and perched yourselves on the drum.  That’s how we heard the story.

Anyway we made our
tambourines.  You’d get a hoop made (in
them days) by a cooper.  There is no
cooper hardly going now.  You’d get this
made by cooper for about half a crown.  I
used to make my tambourines always  of goat’s
skin.  You could make them of an ass foal’s
skin-anything young, do you see.  How?  I’d skinned the goat, get fresh lime and put
the fresh lime on the fleshy side of the skin-not that hairy side but the
fleshy side of the skin-fold it up then and double it up and twist it again and
get a soft string and put it around it and take it with you then to a running
stream and put it down in the running stream where the fresh water will be
always running over it, and leave it so. 
You could get a flag and attach it onto the bag, the way the water
wouldn’t carry it.  Leave it there for
about nine days and you come then and you can pull off the hair and if the hair
comes freely you can take up the skin and pull off the hair the same as you
would shave yourself.  And then you
should moisten with lukewarm water.  You
should draw it the way it wouldn’t shrink. 
You should leave it for a couple of hours.  You would get your ring and you’d have the
jingles and all in-the bells-you’d have them all in before you put the skin to
the rim. You should have two or three drawing the skin to keep it firm-pull it
from half-width, that would be the soonest way t’would stiffen.  Let the skin be halfwidth and put it down on
the rim and  have a couple  pulling it
and another man tacking it with brass tacks. 
That’s the way I used make my tambourines, anyway.  Ther’d be no sound out of it the first night.  I used always hang my tambourines
outside.  And then the following morning
t’would be hard as a pan  and a flaming
sound out of it.  And then after a bit
t’would cool down.  T’would be bad to
have them too hard, they’d crack.  Ah,
sure I made several tambourines that way.

To be continued…

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People at the BOI expo in November 25 2016


Maurice Hannon and his delicious cakes all available at the Market on Fridays.

 Why not let Claire pamper your pup for Christmas?

 Sharon was giving a make over.  Just the thing for Christmas.

 One of my favourite coffee shops, The Flying Saucer.

I bought some wooden tree decorations from an enterprising Tarbert girl. The tree fell in a storm, her father cut the branches into slices and she decorated them with Christmas images…lovely!

Talk at the Turnstiles, Part 2, a few emails and some Humans of Writers’ Week

Gurtinard Wood, A Perfect place to Run

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Old National Bank in Listowel Square

In answer to your question, a language school, I’m told.

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The Talk at the Turnstiles…Junior Griffin of Listowel writing about his experience of collecting the admission charge at GAA matches in the70’s, 80s and 90’s.

This is the concluding part of this article that was published over two weeks in The Irish World in 1999.

For the big matches it always
means an early start and the general procedure in Munster is for all the
stilesman to meet at designated hotel where mass is celebrated by Munster PRO
Fr Seamus Gardiner. This is followed by breakfast. Then it is on to the pitch
as soon as possible to wait the call for your assignment.

There is usually good banter
between the stilesmen from different counties as they await their call. One of
the usual topics would be the comparison of the breakfasts served at the
various venues.  Killarneys Park Place
has always been one of the favourite locations of Munster stilesmen. On behalf
of all the gatemen, may I take the opportunity to thank the O’donoghue family
for their hospitality over the years and wish them well in their retirement.

As already mentioned the new
type of stile and the all ticket matches have made life easier for the
stilesmen but a Cork collegue did have a problem on one of the first nights at
Pairc Ui Rinn. All stiles are geared to go one way, but at some sides of the
ground you will find a combined enterance/ exit stile.

My friend was at such a stile
on the night in question. At the top of the stile there is a leaver to change
gear. On pressing that, without realizing it, he moved forward and was caught
in the middle. He could go no further and was unable to reach the leaver to
change the gear. Panic set in. His companion suddenly realized something was wrong
when they heard shouts for help. He was eventually realized but he was in such
a state had to spend the night in the South Infirmary hospital. Such are the
trials and tribulations of a gateman.

Whilst nobody looks to be
thanked or praised for doing a labour of love, it is nice to hear words of
appreciation being spoken, and in my time in Munster, I can recall 3 chairmen
calling the stilesmen together to thank them for their service. I am glad to
report, 2 of these were Kerrymen, the great late Michael O’Connor and the
present chairman Sean Kelly. The third man was that genial Tipperary man
Michael Frawley. I am served under 2 Munster secretaries, the late Sean
McCarthy and the current secretary Donny Nealon.  May I say 2 wonderful gentlemen for whom it
has been an honour to work.

Finally, back to the 1977
Munster hurling final and a story about myself. 
The late Paddy Horgan and myself had our money handed in and we were
told there was a cup of tea available we entered the room and sat at a table
that had 5 empty chairs around it. Three gentlemen entered the room and asked
could they join us. I said by all means, pointing to the three empty chairs.

The three men in question
were Dr Patrick Hillary, they President of Ireland, Mr Jack Lynch, then Taoiseach
and Liam O Morchu who was then at the height of his TV fame. Give them their
due, they exchanged pleasantries but at the time, I think Paddy and myself were
more interested in the goodies being served at the table. But there we were the
famous 5!

I was downing the second
slice of apple tart when the door opened and a Tipperary official entered.
Looking over, he had for our table. I could see the veins bulging in his
neck.  “OUT”, “ye have no business in
here!”

Wiping the juice of the tart
from my lips, I whispered to my friend, 
“Paddy” I said “he must mean us. It is hardly the other 3 he was talking
to!”

Like the fallen angel cast
from paradise,  those the seven steps to
the door were like an eternity as I walked them the words of the gospel flashed
through my mind : “ he that exalted himself shall be humbled.”

Later we found out there was
tea for us but Paddy and myself were directed to the wrong room.

Oh yes! Have you solved who
played in Tralee on the day of the Cork v Dublin All-Ireland semi final?

If you remember that was the
festival of Kerry Sunday and who played in Tralee- none other than James Last
and his world famous orchestra.

So, dear readers, the next
time you attend a match spare a thought and a kind word for the man you part
your money to- THE MAN BEHIND THE WIRE.

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From my Mailbag



All sorts of lovely people email me. Here are just a few examples  I would like to share with our little Listowel Connection community today;

Hello Mary,

I’d like you to know that with your reports, photos, videos, etc. of Listowel, I’m beginning to feel as if I live there, too.  So, I am, now, a resident of Listowel and of Santa Cruz, at the same time.

Regards,

Joan

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Ms. Cogan

I am a student of the History of Art and Architecture in Dublin’s Trinity College. The subject for my final year dissertation is Irish industrial architecture in the Lemass Era. I was delighted to come across your blog through my online research. I believe that the Jowika (Imperial Stag) factory has now been demolished. Am I right in this regard? It appeared to have been a beautifully designed building and one deserving of appreciation and study.

Is it possible that you might be able to put me in contact with a previous employee of the company who could tell me more about the factory building itself?


Best regards,

Conor

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Dear Mary,

Just a note to tell you that Billy Keanes new book is available on Amazon USA for all your US readers.I just bought it.

Hope you’re keeping well and thanks so much for such an interesting and thoughtful blog. I really enjoy it and it makes a huge and uplifting  difference in my life in NY !

Thank you Mary and you  be well!

Mary (ORourke)NY 

Formerly of 91 Church Street, Listowel.

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Humans of Listowel



Catherine Moylan, recently elected vice chairperson of Listowel Writers’ Week and Máire Logue, Festival Administrator.

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