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Friends Reunited, Listowel Food fair 2015 and some Listowel Patricians

This is a group of happy Listowel ladies who got together in The Listowel Arms on Saturday June 27 2015 to catch up with each other and to reminisce about old times. They are Grace Beasley O’Sullivan, Jean Kiely O’Leary, Rose Woulfe West, Mary Stack Kelly, Sr. Una Harman, Norma Lynch McIlvenna, Hilary Nielson Kelly, Mary King, Eileen Greaney and Mary Kelly Gore.


Listowel Food Fair  June 18 to June 21 2015

The first Food Fair event I attended was the Kathy (White House) Buckley plaque unveiling ceremony. Here are a few more photos from that lovely afternoon on Upper William Street.

Ciarán Sheehan and Donal Nolan

 Clodagh Murphy

There was some great jazz in The Square at The Friday Market.

On Sunday I was in The Square again with my family for the fun day with food and entertainment galore.

queueing for  a crepe

 I met my former neighbour, Gerard Nugent  who grew up in Listowel. He was in town for the food fair  with his gourmet pie business.

Damien Stack shared his pie with Marie Regan….delicious!

Xistance members were painting faces.

 Drumdance Ireland was a great hit with my crowd.

 The Stack/Scanlon family were enjoying themselves.

 That’s Róisín in the gingham giving it all she’s got.

 This man was in charge of the music session. He was brilliant.

Face painting was available all day.

The girls got a balloon each.

and a crepe

Great day out, despite the cold weather. 

Roll on next year!


Some of Listowel’s Venerable Forefathers

Photos from The commemorative booklet produced in 1960 for the opening of the sports field.

Children, Writers Week & The Ball Alley

One of the less publicized aspects of Writers’ Week is its absolutely fabulous children’s programme. I have already alluded to the Writers in Schools programme where hundreds of schoolchildren got to meet an author.

The highlight of the children’s events was the day in the big top. The day began with Jeremy Strong, a very popular children’s author. He has written more than 90 books and his young fans were treated to an insight into how he creates his characters. He even showed us a picture of his studio /shed and told us how he goes about gathering his thoughts for a novel.

Jeremy signing a book for a young fan.

After a break for a snack

Tina and Lisa tried some Fossetts popcorn.

The crowd of over 400 children were treated to a performance by Drum Dance Ireland. This group brought a musical instrument for everyone in the audience and boy! did we make music.

Have a listen!


The children also had a tea party, a juggling or clowning workshop and Baby Boogie with Jo Jordan.

A planned activity for the children was the painting of an outdoor mural on the walls of the ball alley. This project had to be postponed due the inclement weather. We had publicised the venture and there was great interest in it, so we were sorry it could not go ahead but it will be done at a future date.

This is how the ball alley looks at the moment. The Transition Year class in Pres. painted a mural a few years ago. Unfortunately, it has been vandalized and ruined with graffiti.

This is a photo of some Writers’ Week people, some local Tidy Towns volunteers and some young folk ready to get painting. The photo was taken before John Reidy  of The Kerryman thought we would all look better lying down.

Junior Griffin kindly sent me this lovely poem he wrote about the ball alley.

of the ball alley in Listowel

When school was o’re, our
hearts would soar,

At meals we would not dally,

With homework done, to seek
our fun,

We’d wander to the alley.

To toss that ball against the

And combat every rally,

With pouring sweat we’d
play‘til death

Those games within our alley.

With left hand or right we’d
try our might,

Until the grand finale,

But win or lose, how we’d

On those games played down
the alley

Each game was fought, the prize
was sought,

The marker counts his tally,

The match was won at twenty

‘Twas victory in the alley

But time moves on, the youth
now gone,

No more do young men sally

To toss that ball against the

Of my beloved alley

Yet, memories hold of
comrades old

Until the last reveille,

Of times gone by which
brought such joy

Those days spent down the

Junior Griffin

Ah, those were the days, indeed. Hopefully the poem brought back a few happy memories

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