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Lost in Lace, The Ball Alley and Royal Ascot




Photo: Chris Grayson

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Lost in Lace


This was one of the loveliest of the exhibitions that was on view during Writers’ Week 2019. The exhibition was opened by Madeleine O’Sullivan in The Seanchaí on Thursday May 30 2019.

The lace pieces on display were all the work of local lacemaker, Nora Moriarty. Nora, who passed away in 2018, was a native of Listowel. She lived in Church Street before her marriage to Tadhg Moriarty. When Nora retired from teaching she pursued her dream of a life in craftwork, particularly lace making.  She studied at Mallow College of Design and Tailoring. She received a City and Guilds Diploma in Dress Design. Carrickmacross lace was her passion and she became a member of the Guild of Irish Lacemakers.

Mary Shields from that guild told us a bit about lace in general and Carrickmacross lace in particular. Two of the characteristics of this lace are its scalloped edge and its shower of hail design. Nora was a master craftswoman and took great pains over design and execution of her lace projects. She produced a huge body of lacework in her lifetime. On display were dresses that could be worn from the cradle (a Christening gown), a wedding dress and many handkerchiefs and presentation pieces.

Nora’s son, Eugene told us of the family’s pride in his mother’s work. He drew our attention to some of the pieces that told the story of Nora’s involvement with local organisations. She was the first honorary secretary of Listowel Writers’ Week and she belonged to three different drama groups. She was a member of the Listowel Singers and the church choir. Members of all of these groups testified to Nora’s generosity in making logos, pin cushions and keyrings for them.

I brought my friends to view the exhibition on Saturday. Friends and neighbours of the late Nora helped the Moriarty family to mind the displays. When we visited, Joan and P.J. Kenny were the caretakers.

Many friends of Nora’s came to the launch of the exhibition.

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The Ball Alley



This is how the ball alley looks today.

This is how John Fitzgerald remembers good times in The Alley

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Listowel well represented at Royal Ascot 2019




Edaein O’Connell wearing a stunning Aoife Hannon creation at Royal Ascot this week.

Photos from Aoife Hannon on Facebook


A May altar, A Love Story and Guerins of Convent Street

May altar in Knockanure Church photographed by a local photographer

Bring flow’rs of the fairest,
Bring blossoms the rarest,
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale;
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.



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On the trail of illustrious ancestors



Roz Scharf and her sister are coming from Australia to conduct some further research on their ancestors. One of their ancestor was deported for his Whiteboy activities.

Gerard Curtin

Religion and Social Conflict during the Protestant Crusade in West Limerick 1822-49

Winter edition 2003

The Old Limerick Journal

quote from the historian Maurice Lenihan,  writing in 1867, may have been Edmond/Edward with his surname changed or misremembered?

The first dancer I ever met – he was the first in Munster, Leinster or Ulster, 

an inventor, sir, of dancing himself – his name was “Edward Ellard;* he was a 

Kerryman, sir. He danced Irish dancing with any man that ever laid foot to flure 

[floor]. He was unequalled at the Moneen Jig. Oh! to see him dance it, you 

would go any distance or spend any time; it was delightful, sir – aye, I say 

delightful! The Moneen Jig, you know, or ought to know, is the best dance that 

ever was known – a true, real, undoubted Irish dance; it would dazzle your eyes 

to see it danced, sir. Well, Ellard was transported for life! He got at the head of 

a great number of rebels, and he attacked the home of a gentleman where he 

was teaching, and was informed against by one of his own party, and sent over 

the seas for life! Oh, he was a great teacher – he taught myself …. He was a  

native of Listowel, in the county of Kerry – a great man entirely. 

Anyone know anything about this fellow?

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Philomena and Peter …A Story of Enduring Love



This is a recent photo of Philomena and Peter on a holiday in Prague


I asked Philomena to tell me her story and she did. I’m looking forward to meeting her when she comes for her Irish holiday later in the summer. She is bringing her photograph album.

Philomena Moriarty Kuhn

I was born in Listowel, lived in O’Connell’s Avenue and I attended the convent primary school and then the  secondary school for two years. I went to Germany in August 1962 for a week’s training with a view to coming back to work in the Listowel factory.  Jowika was the first factory to come to Listowel. It was later Stag. I never intended to leave home for  good. I love the Irish culture, dancing, singing, just the Irish way of life which I still miss.

I met Peter in 1963, shortly before it was time for me to go home. (What will be, will be, as they say) I left Germany in November 1963 with the intention of going back again in January but unfortunately I got T.B.  I was in Edenburn hospital from January to September of 1964.

That summer Peter came to visit me. I got out of hospital for a few days so he stayed in Listowel. Afterwards when I went back to hospital he stayed in Tralee. Bunny Dalton knew a family in Tralee and they put him up. They were the Ryans of Stacks Villas. The first two days they drove him out to Edenburn, so that he would learn the way. Then they gave him a bike and he cycled out to visit me every day for two weeks.

I think the nuns felt sorry for him as they took him into the convent for his dinner every day. I don’t know they communicated as he had very little English but somehow it worked.

The nuns were very good. My favourite was Sr. Laurence. I kept in contact with her for years after leaving Edenburn. My first Christmas card every year came from Sr. Laurence. I visited her years later with my family. She was then in the Bon Secours Hospital in Cork as Edenburn was closed down.

Once a week a group of Irish singers and dancers used to come from Tralee to Edenburn to put on a show. There was a little hall on the hospital grounds. Those of us who were on the road to recovery were allowed to get dressed and go there. I used to look forward to  Thursday evenings. Many friends from Listowel and Tralee came to visit me while I was there. I was really surprised the day Bunny Dalton and John B. Keane came. When I was discharged John B. sent a car to bring me home. That’s what’s nice about living in a small town; everyone knows everyone and helps when help is needed. I’m afraid that has changed now. When I come home and take a walk up the Avenue it’s all closed doors., not like long ago when the doors were always open and the neighbours sat outside chatting and welcomed one home. I know life goes on and things change. Still it makes me sad.

I was sad to see that my old school was knocked down as I was hoping one day to go through my old classrooms. Also I thought it a pity that Clieveragh Bridge was knocked down but I suppose it couldn’t cope with the heavy traffic.

When you live away from home, you always hope that when you come home everything will be just the same as when you left. We know that isn’t possible as life goes on and things change. It’s a dream one has of wanting everything to be the same as it was when you left.

There is a song I love sung by Mike Galvin from Killorglin. It’s called Dublin in my Tears. This beautiful song describes how I feel when I come home. I call it Kerry in my Tears.

To finish my story, I was discharged fro Edenburn in September 1964. I went back to work in the factory in May 1965 and I wen t back to Germany in October’65. I got married to Peter in 1967. We have two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren, bless them.

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From the John Hannon Archive


Do you remember when it looked like this?

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Eugene Moriarty, Family and Friends


James Kenny took this photo in Market Street after Eugene Moriarty cycled into town at the end of Stage 3 of Rás Tailteann 2018. He was surrounded by family, neighbours and friends.

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An Appeal for help


Hi Listowel 

I am still looking for any information on any Flavin in Listowel or elsewhere who is interested in

Family history. I am particularly interested in any photos that might exist of Michael Joseph Flavin 1916-1985. 

Thanks

Steve 

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Friends Returning from Mass in the sunshine of may 2018



Bare Trees, Food in the Fifties and Ballylongfond in the snow

“Bare Ruined Choirs where late the sweet birds sang”



Trees in the pitch and putt course in January 2017

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Old Friends

I snapped Junior with Helen Loughnane at the badminton tournament in the community centre. Junior was helping to run the tournament and Helen was part of the catering corps.

Tom Bourke sent me this photo of Junior presenting his new cup for his old competition to the Cork winners.

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Maria Sham continues her memories as she remembers some foods they ate in her Listowel childhood.

 Maria on her confirmation day

Maria’s mother

 Maria’s Nan Moloney

Happy days

When Lent came
along we would give up eating certain things such as sweets and save our
pennies. On Easter Monday we would take 
off for a picnic. We would take whatever we could; lemonade, bread and
maybe cake, nothing fancy, our pennies would not stretch so far.

My dad worked at
the creamery and when we were old enough he would take us in his truck with
him. There were no restrictions then. He would go to all the small creameries
to collect the milk. I remember in Ballylongford dad would go for a pint with
the other workers and I would have to wait in the creamery for him and he would
put a whole measure of cream for me to drink. Today I don’t have to wonder why
I have high cholesterol! He took my cousin Kathleen and me to pick mushrooms.
They were plentiful early in the morning; he used to say he had never seen
anyone run as fast as me to get the best ones.

I remember mam
going to Tralee with him in the lorry and spending the day in Woolworths. She
would always bring Doreen and me lovely slides for our hair. They had stars
attached to them. Her trip would not be complete without chips and peas at the
Brass Rail.

When it was
blackberry season I would go with my cousin Betty and friends to pick them. We
would pick gallons full and eat as many more and go home our mouths all black
from the juice. On one occasion I lifted a blackberry bush and to my surprise I
saw something bigger then a butterfly with big eyes.and wings. It turned and looked
at me. Nobody believed me, but to this day I am convinced it was a fairy. Nobody
will change my mind.

Often mam would
send Doreen and me to Foleys or Louis O’Connell’s. They had orchards and for 6d
we would get a bag full of beautiful apples. On the way home we would sit under
a tree and enjoy some of the apples. We had to save some for mam as she made
the best apple pie I have yet tasted.

Milk did not come
in bottles then and because dad worked at the creamery we were entitled to a
full gallon of milk every day. Dad would make sure it was pasteurised. I think
there was a lot of TB in Ireland then due to unpasteurised milk. Mam was
able to help the neighbours out and give them some milk. When it got sour she
would make soda bread with it.

On Sunday we
always had a lovely dinner, roast beef or lamb sometimes veal with green garden
peas which had to be soaked the night before, so on Saturday night the routine
was soak the peas and make the jelly. Also on Saturday mam would make a currant
loaf, a huge one.

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Ballylongfond in the Snow, Early January 2017




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An Honour for Local Cyclist

Photo of Eugene surrounded by the Moriartys by  John Kelliher




“Cycling Ireland has announced the appointment of Eugene Moriarty, a member of the Institute of Directors, as the latest addition to the Board. He replaces Senan Turnbull who stepped down in November as an Appointed Director. Former international cyclist, Moriarty, is very accomplished in both the sporting and professional realms. Originally from Listowel, Co. Kerry, Moriarty has competed at the top level of the sport, finishing fifth in the Road Race at the B World Championships in Uruguay in 1999, contributing to the qualification of a slot for Ireland in the Olympics in Sydney in 2000. 


Currently residing in the Netherlands Moriarty has a range of professional qualifications from both the academic and business sides. He holds an honours degree in medical sciences, qualified as an accountant via the ACCA and has worked in asset management for the last number of years. He has extensive experience across a range of areas from finance, legal and IT to reporting and governance. 


Speaking about the appointment of Moriarty to the Board, Cycling Ireland President Ciaran McKenna expressed his delight saying – “Eugene will bring a wealth of cycling and business experience to the Board, particularly in the area of Corporate Governance and Organisational Reform – with them being his two areas of expertise.”


Moriarty is looking forward to joining the Board of Cycling Ireland – I am flattered and honoured to have been approached to serve as a member of the Board of Directors of Cycling Ireland. I look forward to working together with my fellow directors, our members and our highly skilled and dedicated team at the Kelly Roche House, and beyond, to continue to build on the significant achievements of this great organisation for the benefit of our current and future generations.” 


This appointment brings to eight the number of members on the Cycling Ireland Board of Directors. At the 2016 AGM the Memorandums and Articles were passed with a ruling to increase the Board of Directors to ten, once approved two further members will be appointed to the Board.”  Source; Cycling Ireland website

Some vaguely sports related stories from summer 2013 and Seamus Heaney

This is yours truly in Kanturk with Anthony Nash, the Cork hurling goalkeeper. I encountered this lovely young man on a trip to my hometown this summer. Here’s hoping my real home has a bit better luck than my adopted one in Croke Park next week.

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Trevor Brennan was in John. B’s on the occasion of the twinning of his pub in Toulouse with John B.’s in Listowel. He had a chat on the night with Brendan Guiney, Listowel and former Kerry footballer.

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This is Anne Egan seeing the Finuge Freewheelers off on The Ring of Kerry Cycle, August 10 2013.

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This photo of The Kerry Crusaders was taken in Killarney and I got it from their Facebook page. They do enormous good work, keeping fit and raising money for local charities.

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 Local sportsman, Eugene Moriarty got married during summer 2013.

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R.I.P.  Seamus Heaney

Warning:The following is a self indulgent piece for my former pupils. If you were not taught English by me you might want to opt out now.

I met a former pupil on the street and she reminded me that I was the teacher who introduced her to the poetry of Seamus Heaney. He is now her all time favourite poet. 

It has been my great privilege to introduce hundreds of girls to the early work of Heaney. These poems found a resonance with adolescent girls who so recently had grappled with similar uncertainties to the young poet.

In Mid Term Break: a poem often named as “my favourite Heaney poem”, the young poet comes back after a 6 week absence to a home he hardly recognizes. Nothing is as it should be, baby is laughing, mother is crying, father is totally broken  and adult neighbours stand to greet the young. His younger brother’s body is laid out in “the room”. The young Heaney’s shock, bewilderment and incomprehension are  so well conveyed that we are all there with him.

The Early Purges always led to much discussion on animal welfare issues.

“I was six when I first saw kittens drown…”

I grew up on a farm as did many of my pupils. They knew about vermin and other pests but nowadays cats are “companion animals” and Jim Taggart’s prodding them to drown in a bucket of water slung on the snout of the yard pump is a shocking image to today’s softies. The poet’s horror and grudging acceptance of the necessity for pest control on “well run farms” was much debated in Listowel classrooms.

Who has gone Blackberry Picking and known the triumph of hope over experience?

“Every year we hoped they’d last, knew they would not.”

Pres. girls I taught always loved the poems where Heaney examined his relationship with his father. In Follower we see him as a child  stumbling around in his father’s wake as he expertly ploughs with a team of horses.

“I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, yapping always….”

Then we feel the pangs of his guilt when the roles are reversed and his father is the dependent one,

“It is he who keeps stumbling behind me and will not go away.”

Seamus Heaney came from a large family. In Clearances he tells us how he treasured precious moments snatched on his own with his beloved mother.

“When all the others were away at mass

I was all hers as we peeled potatoes

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Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

Family pride and respect for family traditions is a theme explored in Digging. In school, above all other places, we are all conscious of the pressure to live up to standards set for us by our families. Parental expectations weigh heavily on some teenagers. 

Seamus Heaney was the eldest of nine, a place in the family carrying huge pressures. The first born son usually inherits the farm and carries on the farming tradition of his fathers.

“By God the old man could handle a spade

Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day 

Than any other man on Toner’s bog.

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But I have no spade to follow men like that

Between my finger an my thumb

 The squat pen rests

I’ll dig with it.”

Seamus Heaney broke many moulds. He has left us a massive legacy.  May he rest in peace.

More from Vintage Monday 2013 and An Post Rás in Listowel

These cute little chicks hatched out in Ballyduff yesterday.

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Some more photos of local people enjoying Vintage Monday 2013.

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Turf cutting in the war years

Turf was a very valuable commodity during the war. Lorry loads of turf were transported from rural bogs to fuel fires in Dublin. This photo from Bord na Mona Heartland shows some of the scores  of men saving turf by hand in a midland bog.

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Out of this world in Ballybunion, Co.Kerry

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Eugene Moriarty

The countdown has begun. An Post Rás, Stage 3 will finish in Listowel on Tuesday next May 21st. 2013. There are 2 local riders taking part in this years tour, Eugene Moriarty and John McCarthy. They compete against 180 riders from 9 countries.

The finish will be in Market Street, outside Spar. The Convent School band will play and there will be a festive atmosphere.
The weather forecast is not great but mura fearr, nára measa  (if it gets no better, may it get no worse)

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Jer Kennelly took his camera to the County Fair in Tralee on Sunday May 12 2013 and he sent us this lovely series of photos

http://youtu.be/rXg7HItgahw

 Jer also sent us this video of Donal Walsh’s funeral.

http://youtu.be/pRu6BODkOGQ

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