This blog is a personal take on Listowel, Co. Kerry. I am writing for anyone anywhere with a Listowel connection but especially for sons and daughters of Listowel who find themselves far from home. Contact me at listowelconnection@gmail.com

Tag: Junior Griffin Page 9 of 11

Listowel Races 2015, Listowel Rugby 1970 and Ballyduff swans

Wednesday Sept 16 2015; my day at The Races

In the corner of Main Street the usual display of dolls and recorded music was in full flow. This year the man who runs this show has dressed up in a  a leprechaun like outfit. I don’t know if this adds anything to this very strange orchestral display. This has become an iconic feature at Listowel Races.

Gypsy Kathleen is in situ in The Square but she is not using her crystal ball to predict winners.

The Listowel Arms was busy.

At the corner by The Seanchaí

No one in the river but lots of little ones begging on the roadway.

The Listowel Arms were displaying a very confident message of support to the Kerry team.

They will surely have that flag lowered today.

This young busker was rolling up his sleeves in order to get to grips with one or other of his two musical instruments.

His method of playing the melodeon is a little unorthodox.

A steady stream of racegoers made their way to The Island.

The racecourse now is one big shopping centre. You could buy all sorts of stuff at The Races in 2015. I think this is a very regrettable development. Especially since it seems to be at the expense of more facilities related to horse racing. A few years ago I was lured by a special offer to invest in a Tote card. This works like a debit card. I put money in, the Tote keep my money and get the interest on it and I put my card into a machine in order to bet at the racecourse. I can also use this account to bet online. I only use this account once a year, in Listowel. Up to 2015 there were lots of locations on the racecourse where I could use my handy little card. There was a kind of Tote bus with lots of machines and people to help you if you had forgotten how to use the card after a year’s absence. This year all that had changed. There was only a fraction of the machines of previous years, no Tote bus and no one to give you a hand if you were in trouble. Many of the machines were broken down and there seemed to be no one on hand to repair them. There was a rough sign saying Customer Service on one Tote window and the service involved this Tote teller, who was also dealing with selling and paying out cash punters, making a phone call to someone who would then come and sort me out.

 I had to do this several times.

There was a good crowd on Wednesday.

The best part of racing is running into old friends. Below are some of the people I met on Weds Sept 17. 2015

I took loads of photos so if you are interested in “the style” keep checking back here.

<<<<<<<<<

Listowel Rugby in 1970

This old photo of Listowel’s u12 rugby team in 1970 was published in The Advertiser some years ago. Second from right in front is Billy Keane and next to him, third from right, is Gerry Sexton, father of Joanthon.

<<<<<<


Ballyduff Swans


Do you remember these?

Well, they’re all grown up. Bridget O’Connor who took the original photos went back to photograph them last  week and there they were, big strong teenagers, still with some of their baby feathers and not yet able to fly.

Two of the family seem to have moved out into a nest of their own.

Spring is in the Air

One we learned at school



Anois teacht an earraigh beidh an ‘ dul chun síneadh

Is t’réis na Féile Bríde, ardóidh mé mo sheol……

Well, spring is here and today is Lá le Bríde so tá mo sheol ardaithe agam. For those of you who don’t get a word of that, it just means that I’m back.

Here let me take a minute to thank all of the well-wishers who enquired for me in various ways during my absence from here. I was galavanting. You’ll hear more about that later.

<<<<<<

Well deserved recognition for Junior

Junior Griffin of Listowel is one of those people who are the salt of the earth in small communities up and down the country. In December 2014 Junior was honoured by the Kerry County Board of Badminton for all his service to the sport as an administrator and player.

Junior is not just a badminton administrator. He is a poet and journalist. He has contributed enormously to handball, pitch and putt and the GAA in town. He is a great repository of local history and lore. Junior is an artist and photographer.  As well as that he is an all round good guy and I am honoured to count him among my friends.

Top photo is of  the County Board members and the delegates from the 

Kerry Clubs.

The “cutting the cake” photo includes all Listowel Club members

  Fergal Hannon, James Sheahan (Club Chairman), 

Rita McCarthy, Jnr. Griffin, Mark Loughnane, Tom McElligott and Paul 

Hayes.

(photos from Tom Bradley) 

It fell to Peggy Horan to say the words of tribute to Junior as he was presented with his citation by the County Board

“As we close our meeting tonight and begin our
Badminton season we think back to a very special season 50 years ago.  It was 1964, Tipperary won the hurling and
Galway won the football.  In that
September a very special man was starting on a very special journey.  The man thankfully for us is still on the
journey and hopefully will continue for many years to come. 


He started badminton in 1964, became club secretary
the following year and is the current club secretary.  He has served in all the Officers positions
in the Listowel club.  On the field of
play or should I say the court of play he won 4 Mens Doubles County titles
between 1967 -1975.  Serving under 9
different presidents he held the position of Munster secretary from

1981 – 2003. 
How befitting it was that he was the first  Honorary
Real Life member of the Munster Badminton association.  Unequalled as a wordssmith he has painted
many a badminton picture to both home and abroad with his turn of phrase. 


Thank you Junior for your commitment to the
sport you have loved so well over so many years.” 


<<<<<<


Comedy Club in Mike the Pies





(photo; Denis Carroll)


A new and welcome addition to Listowel’s entertainment scene is the comedy club in Mike the Pies. Dennis Carroll took this photo on what he described as a great night in the pub.


<<<<<<<



Kanturk in the snow





For many Listowel people Kanturk is a town you pass through on the way to Cork, but for natives like myself its a beautiful place. A photographer resident took these lovely photos during the January snow day.




<<<<<<<


Some old Tralee photos



If you are interested in old Tralee photos, Clearys are now putting many lovely photos from their vast archive on Facebook. Here are a few to whet your appetite.  More here:

Cleary’s photo archive

The late Lizzie Hannafin serving chips from her van with PJ Shanahan and Paddy Hannafin. Probably outside the Brandon.

Flood in Tralee in the 1980’s

<<<<<<

Great start to 2015


(photo: Internet)

Great win for a young man who is surely Ireland’s best golfer ever. Rory McIlroy won the Dubai Desert Classic  2015 in style.

My Christmas Wish

Happy Christmas



May you live as long as you wish and have all you wish as long as you live.


(old Irish toast)






Junior Griffin’s poem says it all.

MY
CHRISTMAS WISH

Oh Lord, when we give this
Christmas time,

Do teach us how to share

The gifts that you have given
us

With those who need our care,

For the gift of Time is
sacred~

The greatest gift of all,

And to share our time with
others

Is the answer to your call,

For the Sick, the Old and
Lonely

Need a word, a kindly cheer

For every precious minute

Of each day throughout the
Year,

So, in this Special Season

Do share Your Time and Love

And you’re Happy, Holy
Christmas

Will be Blessed by Him above

Junior Griffin

                                                                                            Listowel

<<<<<<<<<<<


Peace on Earth; Goodwill to all men


One hundred years ago some battle hardened soldiers laid down their arms and did the unthinkable; fraternized with the enemy. It is one of the few bright spots in an otherwise gruesome, dirty war.



Here is the Wikipaedia account



The Christmas truce (GermanWeihnachtsfriedenFrenchTrêve de Noël) was a series of widespread but unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front around Christmas 1914. In the week leading up to the holiday, German and British soldiers crossed trenches to exchange seasonal greetings and talk. In areas, men from both sides ventured into no man’s land on Christmas Eveand Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and souvenirs. There were joint burial ceremonies and prisoner swaps, while several meetings ended in carol-singing. Men played games of football with one another, captured in one of the truce’s most enduring images. It was not ubiquitous; fighting continued in some frontal regions. In others the sides settled on little more than arrangements to recover bodies. The following year, a few units arranged ceasefires, but the truces were not nearly as widespread as in 1914; this was, in part, due to strongly worded orders from the high commands of either side prohibiting fraternisation. Soldiers were no longer amenable to truce by 1916. The war had become increasingly bitter after devastating human losses suffered during the battles of the Somme and Verdun, and the incorporation of poison gas.

And here is the link to Mickey MacConnell singing his brother, Cormac’s song commemorating the event.

Christmas 1914

<<<<<<<

William St. Upper; Dec. 2014 by Denis Carroll

<<<<<<<

Lego, Lego




The budding engineers and constructors at Scoil Realt na Maidine love Lego. They love it so much they have a Lego club in the school. The senior boys wrote to RTE to ask if there was any Lego left over from The Late Late Toy Show. There was. RTE sent them a big box of Lego for the club.

(Photos and story from Scoil Realt na Maidine on Facebook)

<<<<<<<

Nighttime in Listowel Christmas 2014


Scoil Realt na Maidine
Listowel Garda Station

<<<<<<<

Listowel Post Office

Billy Keane had the whole town talking with his article in Fridays’ Irish Independent. I’m reproducing it here in its entirety

………..

Heart of our town has been torn out by a move
decided hundreds of miles away

As bad as the English were back in the days of
the 1916 Rising, they did have some sense of the need for certain key components
in our towns. Schools, banks, churches, libraries and the post office were all
part of the fabric of small-town l
                

An Post has relocated our post
office here in Listowel from Upper William Street to a big Supervalu
supermarket complex. Supervalu is thriving as it is. The store is well run and
the staff are very friendly but the heart has now been torn out of our town.

I had better declare an interest
right now. I own a small pub, no more than a long stagger from the post office,
but the loss for me will be very small. John B’s trades mostly by night when
the post office is closed.

Listowel is a heritage town, a town
with a soul. We box well above our weight with hugely successful writing and
racing festivals. We care for our town, with brightly painted shopfronts and a
hard-working Tidy Towns Committee.

There’s a sense too that we are
only guardians of the buildings we live and work in. We owe a duty to those who
came before us to keep our town from dying out. An Post deals in figures, not
context. The words ‘people or community or loyalty’ do not appear on its
balance sheet.

There will be some who will
disagree with the history, but it could be said Irish freedom began in a post
office. Isn’t it ironic then that the attempted relocation of the Irish town
centre is being planned and executed from the same post office. A few weeks
ago, it was announced that An Post has plans to establish an interpretative
centre in the GPO, where men died for Irish freedom in 1916. I suppose we
should be grateful An Post saved the building from fast food and amusement
arcades. But does An Post care about the communities from which it profits? Is
there any semblance of duty other than that of harvesting money, like some sort
of absentee landlord?

Dungarvan, Skibbereen, Carrick-on-Shannon,
Athy and Loughrea are next up for the An Post small-town makeover. Our sources
tell us the future of at least five other towns will be decided in the GPO. The
post office will remain as is in some towns, but many more will suffer the fate
of Listowel.

The attitude of those who occupy
GPO 2014 is that we’re a commercial company and we can do whatever we like with
“our” post offices. I would say post offices are more than mere items
on a balance sheet. The post office is an integral part of small-town life.

For the record, here’s the
proclamation from the GPO: “An Post is a commercial entity and we have to
ensure we remain competitive by ensuring the post office is in the area where
we can gain the maximum footfall. The Listowel post office will be run by local
people and there will be no loss of services, in the best quality premises,
with adequate parking.”

There’s a large free car park
within two minutes walk of the existing post office and lovely, local people
work there as it is. As for footfall, the Listowel post office does a mighty
trade.

It’s all about the profit and loss
account but even then, like so many of our institutions, An Post has that side
of the equation all wrong. Bald figures on their own do not tell the whole
story. Towns need lively streets and people love chatting on their way to and
from the Post Office. A town should not be transported at the decision of a few
executives in some office far away.

The heart pumps the blood. Tear the
heart out and the town will die.

An Post was so sneaky and arrogant.
There was no consultation with the community. The dealings of An Post only came
to light when Donal Nolan of the ‘Kerryman’ broke the story this week. Most of
the post office staff in the greater North Kerry area only found out about the
relocation when they read the ‘Kerryman’.

And you will not believe this. For
a company so faithful to the god of profit, An Post did not put the relocation
out to tender.

It should have gone public on this
months ago and allowed us to make proposals as a community or as individuals to
keep our post office. Why all the secrecy?

We know these plans were made a
long time ago. The town was the last to know. An Post will say it is a
commercial entity with no duty to disclose business decisions.

So who are all these people who
live and trade near the post office?

Sheahan’s is the last pub and
grocery combo in our town. The shop is run by Conor O’Docherty and it’s famous
for the lovely, freshly cut, crumbed ham. Sheahan’s is just two doors away from
the post office. Conor will fight on.

“It’s a huge blow but they
will not close us down.” So proud of you, Conor boy.

Right next to the post office, is
the charity shop run by the excellent Irish Wheelchair Assocaiton. The future
of the shop is now very much at risk.

Next door are the Lawlees, who run
a thriving plant business. They’re fierce busy with Christmas trees right now.

The Lawlees, like their hardy
plants, would survive in the North Pole but the big supermarket sells plants
too.

Back down again to the other side
and you have the Saddle Bar. Sean and his wife, Dara, worked all hours in the
United States and like my own parents bought a pub with their savings. Like the
Lawlees, they too have a young family.

I was in a shop lately and this old
lady was in front of me in the queue.

“How did you get on at your
eightieth last night?” asked the shopkeeper of the lady.

“Wonderful, wonderful,”
replied the octogenarian. “I was in the Saddle all night.”

Such are the lives, the loves and
the laughter of a small town. What does An Post know of our town? Does it know
all of these people – or footfall as they call us. From bad comes good. Our
town has rallied together as one. The shock and the hurt will unite us and we
will survive.

We’ve been through recession, repression,
war and famine. Old Listowel will still be here, living and loving and trading
and battling, when all of us and all of you in An Post are long gone.

Irish Independent”

Christmas in Galway, Listowel and Ballyduff, Turfcutting and Listowel Post office on the move

Galway, December 2014

(Photo; Tourism Ireland)

<<<<<

Listowel, Christmas 2014


The door of the Seanchaí looks suitably festive

I met Junior Griffin on his way home from Mass. He is top of my hit list for 2015 to raid his photo albums and pick his brains for old Listowel stories….A great Listowel man who has given much to the town.

Maguires

Jim Halpin has a lovely window dressed in tribute to the Christmas truce of 1914.

Words are inadequate to describe this shocking loss of young lives.


It’s the little things that tug at the heartstrings

<<<<<<<

Ballyduff Church, Christmas 2014



<<<<<<

Turf Cutters in Good News Story


I read this story on Denis Carroll’s page on Facebook. Last summer Damien Stack and the gang at the Stack Clan Gathering thought up a great novel activity for the visiting clan members. The activity took place on Seamus Stack’s bog. Experienced turf cutters, ‘helped’ by some enthusiastic visitors, cut and footed the turf in the old fashioned way with sleáns and donkeys. The turf, when dried, was put up for sale and the money raised was donated to the Nano Nagle School.

 Seamus Stack on whose bog the turf was cut, Johnny Ryan who bought the turf and Damien Stack of the Stack Clan Gathering.             (Photo; Denis Carroll)

<<<<<<<

On the Move

Listowel Post office is moving to a new location next week. It will now be housed in a premises in the Super Valu complex in Market Street.

Below is the Sluagh Hall which was sold this week. So that makes two William Street landmarks gone in a week.

<<<<<<<

Listowel Railway Station is long gone from this corner of town

<<<<



A Different Kind of Christmas Photo



Another great Healyracing picture from Willie Mullins yard.

Some old photos; this time with names, and a few new ones to amuse you.

Winter Robin by Timothy John MacSweeney

<<<<<<

Elizabeth O’Carroll Chute wrote to me about this photo:

“Tim  Kennellys  father is man on left . Girl with sunglasses , Frankie Chute who lives in California . 

Next to her girl with long hair could be Kennelly . Her parents had a very busy hardware store in small square next to present shoe shop . I believe the nun is Sr Austin , one of my favourites. 

The man with the grey hair could be Mr Reagan but that’s a long shot . And that is most definitely Norella with her mum . “

The funny thing is is that the one person we were both sure of was Norella and we are both wrong, for it is not the good lady at all but her younger brother. Apologies to Norella and to Eoin.

P.S. I think the woman on the far right with glasses is the late Mrs. Kirby of Convent St.

<<<<<<<<<<<

This is what Junior Griffin wrote to me about this old photo:

“Back row;

Can’t make out the 1st side face but the 2nd is Sean O’Sullivan of Market St.;Andy Molyneaux, Listowel; Not sure of the next, then partly hidden, Bill O’Sullivan, Clounmacon, Murt Galvin, Killarney (County Board Treas;) Cormac O’Leary, Moyvane, then I feel Tadhg Prendeville, Castleisland, (County Board Treas.)


Front Row;

Dan Kiely Tarbert (possibly North Kerry Chairman at that time, Maybe 1969 or a bit later; Gerald McKenna, Ballyduff; Johnny Walsh, Ballylongford and possibly Jackie Lyne, Killarney”



<<<<<<

The year is 1992 and it’s Christy Walshe winning the bartenders’ race. Tom Fitzgerald found the old photo. He found this next one too. It’s Joe O’Mahoney in another heat of the same race in 1992.

<<<<<<<

Turf cutting during the war



In Ireland, while war raged in Europe, turf was the main fuel and to meet the increased demand, men were recruited from all over the country and were housed in hostels and camps in Kildare. The work was very hard, living conditions were fairly spartan but there was good money to be made in a time of rationing and poverty.

This is the bill of fare for the Christmas festivities in the Turf Development Board’s hostel in Newbridge in 1945. Many of the men did not go home for Christmas as they would have worked on Dec. 24 and would be back to work again on the 27th. There were no women in the camps.

This shocking photo shows one of these men in ragged clothes cutting sod turf in his bare feet. Men were paid for the amount of turf they cut.  There was no hourly rate.

Bank of turf in Phoenix Park during WW2

(information from Bord na Mona Heartland)

Page 9 of 11

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén