Wintry Morning in Listowel
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Colm Cooper in Listowel
Never meet your heroes, they say. People were not taking that advice in Listowel on November 17 2017 as we waited for Colm Cooper, one of the greatest footballers ever to wear the green and gold, to arrive in Woulfe’s Bookshop.
These little boys waited patiently at the head of the queue for their hero to appear.
Brenda, Kevin, Maura, Mickey and Mary were also waiting patiently as the VIP guest was being given a tour of the racecourse by David Fitzmaurice. Colm hopes to be able to come to Listowel Races next year, an outing he has missed through footballing commitments for many years.
The queue was 3 deep snaking through the shop by the time Colm appeared escorted by Stephen Stack, an old friend and footballing and banking colleague.
Stephen introduced the footballer turned writer. He had to have his list of Colm’s achievements written down for him for it would be difficult for anyone, even Colm himself, to remember them all.
Stephen told us a story that was related to him by Shane Quinn. Shane got the job of marking Colm, then only 18, in a local game. Shane was taken off at half time as it was clear that he couldn’t cope with the rising star of Kerry football.
“How did you feel about being taken off.”
According to Stephen’s story, Shane said that his head was in such a reel that he climbed over the wall and went home to bed.
Colm didn’t delay us long with speechmaking.
Colm was here to sign his book and sign he did, patiently and tirelessly and he was more than willing to chat to everyone, to listen to stories, to send greetings to friends and to pose for endless photographs. He is a lovely man.
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A Poem for November
We all have memories of our mothers. In my mind I can hear my mother singing
“Let him go, let him tarry, let him sink or let him swim
He doesn’t care for me and I don’t care for him.”
or the plaintive Teddy O’Neill
as she went about her daily chores.
Patrick Kavanagh’s poem recalls the simplicity of rural life and the ‘countless, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love” that we can all recall about our mothers.
My final choice from The Irish Hospice’s Stories of Love and Hope is
In Memory of my
mother
Patrick Kavanagh
I do not think of
you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan
graveyard; I see
You walking down a
lane among the poplars
On the way to the
station, or happily
Going to second
mass on a summer Sunday
You meet me and you
say,
“Don’t forget to
see about the cattle.”;
Among your
earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you
walking along a headland
Of green oats in
June,
So full of repose,
so rich with life-
And I see us
meeting at the end of a town
On a fair day by
accident, after
The bargains are
all made and we walk
Together through
the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the
oriental streets of thought.
O, you are not
lying in the wet clay
For it is harvest
evening now and we
Are piling up the
ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up
at us – eternally.
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Jowika in Germany
Philomena Moriarty Kuhn recently posted some photos on Facebook. They were taken on a trip by workers at Jowika Listowel to Germany. I’m sure many of my blog readers will recognise people. If you see your self or someone you know, I’d love to identify people.
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Holidays are Coming
Free Parking in Listowel from Friday 1st to 16th Dec from 1pm each day, then Free Parking from Monday 18th until Monday 1st Jan subject to a 2hr parking limit in a parking space.
