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Family Communion and Some More people I met at Writers’ Week

This is a photo from a Lyreacrompane website of children in Lyre school fadó fadó. I thought people might like to be identifying themselves or others.

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Róisín’s Communion


Communions are not what they used to be. My lovely granddaughter made her First Holy Communion in Ballincollig, Co. Cork on Saturday May 27 2017.

She was chosen to sing the responsorial psalm with a tall boy.



She looked sweet and demure and took the whole sacrament part very seriously….and then

Siobhán of Siobhán’s Designer Cakes in Iremore made her unconventional cake featuring her favourite comic character.


The communion loot included fidget spinners, book tokens, Monster High dolls and a Rubix cube


And, of course, some dosh.

We had a communion penata. If you’re not familiar with this communion tradition, it is a hoot. Everyone was on a sugar high after it released it’s bounty of sweets. Then it was time for some Communion Day trampolining with her best friend, Orla.

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More People I met in The Listowel Arms at Writers’ Week 2017


Anne and Liam Dillon and visitors

These men were debriefing after the mornings walk.

Eileen Greaney was having a cuppa and a chat.

Some Listowel and Moyvane people were meeting up with old friends.



These lovely folk were starting a singing session and it was only 12.00 noon.


The Fair, the Tarbert Road and Value Centre

Tree in Winter: Listowel Town Park 2017





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Top of Bridge Road, Listowel



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The Fair

 Dick Carmody in his book  In the Shadow of the School remembered the fairs of his youth.

Another aspect of the Fair

Breaking  in and the training
of farm horses required an experienced and skilful horseman. As with many tasks
relating to farming, there was always one or more recognised experts locally
who would take spirited and untrained animals through all the stages of roping,
harnessing and carting to becoming a sober manageable and contented animal that
could be entrusted to any member of the family. There were exceptions, whose reputations
would soon become known throughout the locality and might not be so easily
disposed of at the next horse fair.

For horse breeding purposes, most
farmers depended on the services of a visiting stallion to place their breeding
mares in foal. This arrangement took place on fair days in Sheehan’s
yard at the top of William Street in Listowel. Though well educated in farm
animal husbandry from a very young age, for this particular event we were kept
a safe distance. The expected arrival of a young foal in about 11 months was
now eagerly awaited.

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On the Tarbert Road



This is a section of Tarbert Road outside Listowel. This busy junction leads to the An Post sorting office and Applegreen service station.

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Value Centre, Bridge Rd., Listowel


Lovely Listowel, Lawlers’ Cake Shop, and a letter to raise the spirits.

Gurtinard October 2016

Autumn leaves on the path by the Pitch and Putt course

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Lawlers

I came to live in Listowel in 1975.  Lawlers cake shop in Church St. soon became my favourite shop. Gigs Sheehy could be seen there early in the morning delivering trays of fresh eggs. Buckets of fresh cream came from the creamery. Lawlers cream sponge was to die for. There is nothing in town nowadays to compare with the mouth wateringly good cream buns which were usually sold out by 4p.m.

Those were the days!

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“There is nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalks Sunday morning coming down.”

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This Letter Restored my Faith in Humanity a little bit


As I’ve told you, I have been ill recently and I spent a tamall in hospital and a while in a convalescent home. Inevitably my consumption of electricity went down. Last week I received this letter from SSE Airtricity.

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A message and poem from Dick Carmody

On the occasion of Marc Ó Sé’s retirement from the Kerry football panel, I am attaching a few lines written the day after the 2009 All-Ireland win when all three brothers, Dara, Tomás and Marc typified the heart, spirit and backbone of Kerry football.

The Brothers Three

Where Three Sisters guard West
Kerry’s coast from the North Atlantic swell

Of the famous Gaeltacht brothers a
football story we will tell

In this year of celebrations in the
annals of our native games

The three O Se’s will feature high
among those Gaelic names

From a long and proud tradition in
our language and our sport

One family bequeathed Kerry with a
gift we must report

Three sons have worn the Green and
Gold with passion and with pride

The backbone of the Kingdom team,
the spirit of this side

From an early age, still in his teens,
Dara was to make his name

With skill and endless stamina he
adorned the midfield game

Majestic jump and fielding were
soon his defining mark

From club on to West Kerry and then
to famed Croke Park

From under age he soon progressed
through senior rank transition

To rightly claim the centre spot,
since his youth a long ambition

For sixteen years he has held sway
against numerous pretenders

And yet finds time to notch up
scores or fill in for defenders

Soon following in his footsteps,
Tomás his younger brother

A stout defender at half back, be
it centre or positions other

Relentless in defending back or in
his sorties up the field

His gift for taking points at speed
was soon to all revealed

Then youngest of the trio, Marc
joined the county team

Another class act from out west, he
is part of Kerry’s scheme

With lightning speed and dummy,
leaves opponents in his wake

Outfield he surges on a run and a
score he will surely take.

We celebrate our 36th this
year, again they have played their parts

They have given every ounce of
strength, every beat of bravest hearts

The crowd respond to their every
move in defence or in attack

As they repel the opposition and
send the onslaught back

So here’s to our Gaeltacht heroes,
to our shining knights in arms

Who keep us in their constant spell
of skill and football charms

May they long continue in the side
to further Kerry’s chances

And from other lesser mortals
receive only envious glances.

Dick Carmody   



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Brosnahans of Lacca, Kilmorna in 1988




I posted this photograph of Peter Brosnahan and his two sisters a while back. I can’t remember where I got the photo from. The image caught the eye of a certain lady in the U.S. Peter was her father’s first cousin. She believes that neither he nor his sisters married . She is anxious to make contact with this family or anyone who might know them or remember them. Please email me if you can help.

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Guímis Codladh Sámh i measc na Naomh is na nAingeal Dó


R.I.P. Anthony Foley


Anthony Foley & the Sleeping Giant in the distance – during Munster training camp in West Kerry (pic Mossy Donegal).

(Tweeted by Seán Mac an tShíthigh)


Chris Grayson, Ballyduff Wall, some photos and a poem

 Donal Glackin’s Lough Caragh

This is one of the most stunningly beautiful landscapes I have seen in a long time. The photo was taken by Donal Glackin for the Irish Runner magazine.

The October November issue has a two page spread on one of our own. Chris Grayson runs with Kerry Crusaders. He is the runner in Donal Glackin’s photo. Chris lives in Glenbeigh but he is well known through his work and his running to many people in Listowel. He is also a very handy photographer and his photos of Nature from Killarney National Park and Glenbeigh often feature on This is Kerry and TV 3.

So who is Chris Grayson?

This is how The Irish Runner sums him up. There is much more to Chris than this.

Chris is an Englishman who came to Ireland in 2011. He works as a care assistant for St. John of God’s Kerry.

He took up running only six years ago after a change to a healthier lifestyle which began with his giving up smoking. He sees it as exchanging one addiction for another. Chris runs every day, sometimes twice. He averages 80 miles per week.

Chris suffered a huge loss when his only brother, Rob, died suddenly last year. He credits running with helping him through the bad times.

With nine marathons to his credit, Chris is a very experienced runner and he now puts that experience into practice to help others, in his role as a pacer.

Through running Chris has found health, love, friendship, peace and enjoyment.

Next stop Dublin City Marathon.

One of the other great loves of Chris’ life is nature and photographing the flora and fauna of his beloved Kerry. Below are some of his images.

Cobh, Co. Cork

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They’re Lip Synching in Ballyduff



Lip synching has replaced Strictly Come Dancing  as the new fund raising craze. Young people pretend they are singing, dance a few moves and others pay to see them make a show of themselves.

It’s all great fun and helps raise money for a good cause in the process. 

The latest group to organise such a fundraiser are Ballyduff GAA. I took the above photos from their Ballyduff Wall page. Their aim is to raise money to build a wall; a kind of handball alley where the hurlers and footballers can practice their skills.

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Humans of Listowel




Tony Flavin and Dan Hartnett are two proud Limerick men who now reside in Listowel. They took a break from setting the world to rights to pose for me in Flavins of Church Street yesterday, October 10 2016.

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Dick Carmody shares a poem for you to enjoy



My secret
Love !………………………………………………(Listowel)

We always
meet just at the bridge, where Feale waters gently flow

I know it’s
there she’ll meet me as our secret no one must know.

I left her
many years ago, when as a youth I sought no ties

As I but
longed for distant lands yet with sadness and with sighs.

With
Ballygrennan Hill behind me I step lightly towards the Square

Where as a
child I walked and played and sometimes knelt in prayer.

‘Neath the
bell and spire of St. Mary’s Church, it’s where I was baptised

I pause
just for a moment here and my secret love’s not surprised.

As on and
on I walk with her, our love affair grows even stronger

And each street
recalls lost memories from my youth and even longer

Old faces
pause to greet me though unsure of whom they’re greeting

I am grateful
for their friendly words and much happier for our meeting.

I recall
those carefree sporting times when we played our native games

As so many
memories come flooding back alongside famous names.

With the
Boro’ boys I played my part against the Ashes and the Gleann

As we
strove to claim the bragging rights as champions of the town.

Though
those years and times are long since past, much remains unchanged

Like the
shop fronts and the names above, with so little re-arranged.

Flavin’s
Shop in Church Street and the Horse Shoe near Tae Lane

Retain
their craft and character a monument to the artist’s name.

Each footpath
and street corner echoes stories and tall tales

From racing
crowds to the Island bound or fair-day bids and sales.

When public
house noise and banter spilled out on to the streets

While as children
we might wait outside for a mineral or for sweets.

As on I
walk I realise this love affair must never ever end

With each
meeting and each parting must we still a lie pretend

There now
comes the time for both of us to face the truth, decide

What we’ve
shared ‘till now is much too good to deny or hide.

And now as I
take my leave of her I look forward to the day

When I can
spend more time with her and the hope that I might stay

With her my
heart beats in my breast, as she warms my very soul

My secret’s
out as I now dare shout, my secret love – Listowel!

Dick C.                                                                        June,
2014.                                                     

           


Robins, Ballycotton, Craftshop na Méar

What is it about Robins?

Robins have been photographed, drawn, painted and written about for years.

Prompted by Ita Hannon’s lovely photographs of a robin in Beale, Dick Carmody sent me this poem that he wrote to about the robin his garden.

The
Robin……          

            …….companion for a reluctant
gardener.

Reluctantly
I kneel to tend my garden, derived of some pride, devoid of great pleasure

Painstakingly
I toil to keep apace of mother nature, as weeds compete with work rate

Then
I am suddenly less aware on my ownliness, a companion ever present at my side

The
Robin makes his predictable welcome appearance to distract from my discomfort.

Red-breasted,
he sits proud upon the boundary wall to watch my laboured movement

Takes
pride in that he fanned the fire in Bethlehem’s stable to keep the Baby warm

And
how the flames had burned his then colourless breast to testify his zealousness

Or
was it when he pulled the thorn from Jesus’ brow on his way to cross on Calvary

And
now carries his blood-stained feathers as if to show his favoured ranking.

At
arms length he follows my every move, often playing hide and seek with me    

Standing
tall or sometimes with head erect, motionless he stares me eye to eye

I
could believe him God-sent, no other bird in sight in hedgerow or on leafless
tree

Or
is it just that he sees me as his meal-ticket, as I gather and discard the
fallen leaves

Exposing
tasty morsels in the unfrozen ground to help him cope with winter’s worst.

I
move along, hunched on bended knee, he follows cautiously close behind, beside

Sometimes
out of sight, I seek him out again and know I will not be disappointed

For
sure enough he’s back again here, there and everywhere, not taken for granted

Now
gardening is less of a chore as I’m gifted a companion, my new forever friend.

©
Dick Carmody                                                                                November,
2013.

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Confraternity



The confraternity photo is still doing the rounds and bringing back many happy memories. One blog follower shared this via email:



Regarding the Confraternity and the Sodality; these were gone or on the way out when I was a nipper. I do remember a crude put-down that was used in those days against  someone that was, in the common perception, ‘ró-mhór leis an gcléir,’ and involved in every religious event and occasion- this put-down was as follows: ‘Jaysus, that fellow is stuck in everything! He’d be in the Children of Mary as well, if they could find a knickers big enough for him!’ 

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We see the mote in our brother’s eye…….




photo: Dublin Q102 on Facebook

West Cork is one of the most beautiful parts of the country. It is such a pity that someone thought it was a good idea to greet visitors with this insulting and unwelcoming sign.

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East Cork is Beautiful too



Recently I visited Ballycotton with my family and we walked the cliff walk. The scenery is absolutely stunning.

My little Aisling is taking a leaf out of Nana’s book and capturing the memories.

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Kiely’s, 53 Church Street is now Craftshop na Méar



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