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Memories and Prayers

Chrismas carol singers ornament

My recent Train Trip

During my recent sojourn in Kildare I attended a production of Calendar Girls in Kilcullen.

It was a sensitive, fast paced, at times funny and at times gut- wrenching staging of this play.

The ensemble cast was in top form…all in all a great night of theatre in this unusual and super comfy auditorium.

Ballybunion for the Holidays

Cork deaf peoples outing to Ballybunion 27/6/1954

This photo is from The Cork Examiner Archive

It accompanied this article…

Stephen Twohig, born in Kanturk but now living in Maine, USA, has great memories of quite a different holiday location.

“For those of us growing up in North Cork, Ballybunion was our choice of summer resort instead of the Cork beaches those in the city favoured. Indeed, Ballybunion was our Disney!”

On day trips, Stephen explains, one could take the bus from the Square in Kanturk on a Saturday or Sunday, with all your gear packed in bags.

“You were laden down with shovels, buckets, fishnets and armbands, blankets and picnic baskets.

“The long road through Newmarket, Rockchapel, and Listowel seemed to take forever, but when we reached Listowel, we knew we were on the home stretch. Finally cresting the last hill and long stretches of these last nine miles, we would call out ‘Ballybunion here we come’ when we saw the gable end of the first row of houses in the town.

Stephen adds: “Ballybunion really was our Disney. It had a magic and mystique about it. It was circus, carnival, sun and fun all in one place.

“Even the harsh winter Atlantic couldn’t erode all the warm memories we have from this seaside town. There are two long beaches split in the middle by a long outcrop into the ocean. On the tip are the remains of a castle, still standing guard.

“In the olden days, the women went to one beach and the men the other and one still called them by those names. God forbid one saw the other in their long, drab flax burlap costumes!

“I would doubt there was any big run on sun block back then. We always went to the men’s or right hand beach. 

You would scoot down the hill, trying not to fall through the coarse, sandy grass and finally plop down on the dry white sand.

“We would stay on the beach from morning until near sundown. More often than not, we would be the last few stragglers left behind, all huddled around each other in goosebumps from the cold. We would erect a windbreaker for a wall and drape a blanket over it if the showers came. When others ran for cover we were staunch and held our ground.

“To give mother her credit, she stayed with us from morning until dusk and never complained of getting bored. Dad, on the other hand, would last about an hour on the sand, on a good day. He would wait for us above on the grass and wave down and wonder when these kids were going to get fed up of the beach and want to go home. He would have a long wait.

“I like to imagine that he still watches over us, and still waits.”

Stephen recalls: “When the tide went out, it left warm pools to bathe in over by the cliffs, and in some cases small caves that you dared not venture in, in fear.”

He and his brother Mike would pull plastic boats or ships behind them.

“When with us, Dad would hold us high on his shoulders as he waded out into the tall waves, scaring the daylights out of us on purpose. 

You could hear the screams and yells of children as they jumped the incoming waves, played ball, held on to flapping kites, or just made castles in the sand.

“And there sitting uncomfortably on the edge of the blanket, looking out of place in his heavy tweeds, shirt and tie and cap, is your man from the front of Roches, waiting. Out of place again, on the edge of more the blanket. He will spend the required time then hoof it up for tea in the shade of a hotel. Or head to the pub to wait it out.”

There were forays away from the beach on those summer days too, recalls Stephen.

“Every few hours, we would hop from foot to foot on the hot tar up the steep hill to the two shops near the bathrooms. These shops had all you ever wanted as a child. Little plastic windmills spun in the wind like propellers, balloons, kites, boats, bright buckets and shovels stuck out from every possible place.

“There, laid out, was an array of sweets and delights that would leave your mouth watering if not so already in the sweltering heat. The smells of cotton candy, cones, periwinkles and sun lotions filled the sea air.

“We would each buy a ninety-nine cone with a chocolate crumbling ‘flake’ stuck in the top. Then, before it melted, you would climb up the coarse grass to the hill on top and look down on the beach far below, trying to see your own blanket.

“When we’d finished, we’d scoot down the hill again with a runny and melting cone for the mother.

“In the late afternoon, we would be left to ourselves as the parents went over and had tea at the far end of the beach. If feeling indulgent, they would treat themselves to a warm seaweed bath. All we could think about was the slimy. shiny fronds of the bubbled seaweed and we couldn’t believe they would willingly bathe in it!

“If it was wet or rainy, we would go for tea and Club Milks at Dana’s. There you would pick out postcards from the revolving racks and write and send them, though we probably would be home before they got there.

There were always treats in the front window of Beasleys that would catch your eye, and we wouldn’t be happy until we had emptied our pockets and had it in our hands.

“There were toy cars, diaries, seashells, boats, storybooks and the ever favourite candy rock. This was a long piece of hard candy, the outside pink and inside white which cleverly had the word Ballybunion ingrained in the white centre. You would bring them home as gifts or ruin many a good appetite or tooth.

Two Hours Free

More Asdee prayers from the Schools Folklore collection

“God bless the break down” is said of a horse broke his leg.

“The light of heaven to the poor souls” is said when the lamp is lighted in the evening.

“Praise be to God” is said when some wonder occurs.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph” is said when some bad story is heard.

“God help us” is said to a person in trouble.

“God increase you” is said when a person gets some food in another house.

“That God may help you” is said when giving alms to the poor.

“God guard us” is said if you saw something terrible.

Dia linn agus Muire Máthair agus Rí na Domhnaigh agus Naomh Eóghain baiste linn”. If this prayer is said when a person sneezes that person will never get a toothache.

“God be with him” is said when a person emigrates to a foreign country.

“God direct you” if a person is going on a journey or doing some work.

“If my Guardian Angel be truly fond of me, the darkest night I shall have light from your lantern, to have me conveyed to the gates of Paradise. Oh heavenly Father Thy pardon I crave”.

“God guard us” it is said when a person saw something terrible happened.

“That God may help you” it is said if you gave a piece of bread to a poor person.

“Matthew Michael Luke and John God bless the bed that I lie on if I die before I wake I pray to God have my soul to take”.

“God have mercy on us” is said when a person is troubled

“Welcome be the holy will of God” is said when a misfortune happens.

“The light of heaven to all the poor souls in Purgatory and our own souls at the last day” is said when the candles are lighted on Christmas Eve.

“That we may be all alive to see them lighted again” is said also when the candles are lit Christmas Eve.

“God save the hearers” is said when the thing happens but very seldom.

“O Divine Jesus lonely to night in so many tabernacles I offer thee my lonely heart may its every beating be a prayer of love to thee thou art always present. –

The sacramental veils in thy love thou never sleepest thou art never weary of thy vigil for poor sinner. O Loving Jesus, O lonely Jesus may my heart be a lamp of light of which shall burn and beem for thee alone watch Sacramental sentinel. Watch for the weary world for thy erring soul for thy poor and lonely child”. is said to wish good night to our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament.

“God love you” is said to a young person who does something for an old person.

“Snuachan maith chugat” is also said to a young person who does something for an old person.

“Hail and blessed be thy hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary at midnight in the piercing cold in the stable of Bethlehem. At that same moment and hour vouchsafe my God to hear my prayer and grant my request through the merits of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ”. This prayer is said fifteen times every night from the 30th. of November to Christmas Eve.

“I wish you a happy Christmas” is said to a person on Christmas morning.

“God grant you all happiness in the New Year” is said to aperson on New Year’s morning.

“A long life to you” is said to a person who gives something to the poor.

“Bad luck from you” is said to a person who does some good act for another person.

“More luck to you” is said to a person who wins something playing cards.

“Lord save us from all dangers” is said in time of thunder.

“Salvation to you mam. Amen a Thíghearna Íosa Críost” is said by an old woman who gets a pinch of snuff from another woman.

“The Lord have mercy on all the poor souls who left you and that you may meet them the last day” is said by a beggar who gets a grain of flour.

“Welcome be the holy will of God” is said when a misfortune happens.

“Go bhfóiridh Dia orainn” is said when a person is in trouble.

COLLECTOR

Eddie Murphy

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School; Astee

New Businesses

While I was away the town went into overdrive, with a new business opening up every day. Here are a few.

A New florist on Church Street

A new barber’s on Church Street

CB Aesthetics, a skincare specialist in Tae Lane

A Fact

Close on one million turkeys are sold in Ireland in the run up to Christmas Day.

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Kildare Farm Foods

Photo; Mick O’Callaghan

On College Road, Cork

This super sized pillar post box is on a corner of College Road.

It’s been around since the era of George V (1910-1936)

It’s still in daily use, though probably not so busy any more

Near the postbox was this graffitied utility box. The postbox is from the era of Pablo Picasso and Elizabeth Bishop. Today’s artist is Lankum.

Kildare Farm Foods

Our little Aoife has just turned three. We had a great day on her birthday.

We visited Kildare Farm Foods. This is an open farm, a restaurant and a food shop.

Popular summer activity here

This artefact is a reminder of olden times.

Some of Aoife’s Kildare family, Sinead, Mary and Conor were also with us feeding the animals and enjoying the experience.

Clíona encouraged this goat’s disobedience by feeding him through the fence. There is a very clever chute system for delivering the food into a tray. This smart fellow preferred the modh díreach.

A baby alpaca

We learned a bit about maras. There are also camels, sheep, lots of farmyard fowl, a playground and indoor arcade and a crazy golf course in this marvellous facility. They also have a service where you can buy a teddybear and have a little device with a recoding of your own voice message implanted in him.

Can You Help?

I am looking for some info on my husband’s grandfather, John Fitamaurice (1888-1948).  He was born in Kerry, Ireland and enlisted in the 2nd RMF on 12 Aug 1914 , service # 4608.  We know he was wounded and served in France as he received the SilverWar Badge and 1914 Star.  He also received the Army War Badge and Victory Medal.  He was permanently disabled and lived the rest of his life in the Soldier’s Cottages, Listowel, Kerry, Ireland.
I cannot find where he was injured or hospitalized.  I’d appreciate any help or guidance in finding out this information.

A Fact

In 1568 the Catholic church condemned the entire population of The Netherlands to death for heresy.

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In Kildare and Listowel

‘Comma’ butterfly resting on the Rudbeckia Goldstrum flower in the Wexford garden of Mick O’Callaghan who took the photo in August 2024.

In Kildare Town

When visiting the Kildare branch of the family, I took a few photos in the town.

Cill Dara means the church of the oak. Oaks and acorn symbols abound in the town.

Kildare people are pretty proud of this fellow too. The statue of Bill “Squires” Gannon, the first person to hold “Sam Maguire”, stands in the Square.

“Regarded as one of Kildare’s greatest-ever players, Gannon was a regular member of the starting fifteen during the team’s golden age of the 1920s. During that time he won two All-Ireland medals and four Leinster medals. An All-Ireland runner-up on two occasions, Gannon captained the team to the All-Ireland title in 1928.” (Source; Facebook)

Recent mural of St. Brigid

The community mosaic is on the wall of the Heritage Centre

Poem

Music in The Square

Clíona Cogan in The Square on Saturday August 10 2024. Clíona was enjoying the music.

There will be music in Listowel Town Square on the next three Saturdays. Last Saturday the musicians were Ian O’Shea and friends. I don’t know if next Saturday’s musicians will be different. If they are, be warned, lads, you have a very hard act to follow. Last Saturday’s music was top class. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Some Olympics Lore

(research by Jer Kennelly)

Edward Barrett of Rahela, Ballyduff:

Edward Barrett was born in Rahela, Ballyduff in 1882 to father Thomas and mother Bridget Whelan. He joined the City of London Police. In 1901 he won an All Ireland Hurling medal as a member of the London Irish Hurling team that beat Cork in the All-ireland final. At the 1908 Olympic Games held in London he won an Olympic Gold medal as a member of the City of London Police Tug- of -War team, he also won an Olympic Bronze medal in the heavyweight freestyle wrestling. He married Julia McCarthy in 1910 in Middlesex. They are on the 1911 Census in High Holborn and I can trace them both in Electoral rolls until 1926 in St Pancras area – Chalk Farm, Regents Street and Kentish Town Road. He died c 1930s.

John James Barrett:

John James was born 1879,  represented Britain at the 1908 Olympics and was a brother of Edward Barrett.

Tim Ahearne and his brother, Dan Ahearne  from Dirreen, Athea. 

They emigrated to the United States,  Tim Ahearne had won the 1909 AAA long jump championship, in America Dan Ahearn set the first IAAF-recognized triple jump with 50-11 (15.52) in May 1911. He won the AAU triple jump in 1911 and 1913-1918, mostly defeating Tim, who was runner-up in 1911, 1913-14, and 1916. Tim Ahearne born August 18, 1885 died December 1968. Tim Ahearne won the gold medal in the triple jump at 1908 Olympics held in London. Dan came 6th in the Olympics in 1920 triple jump, he was born in 1888 and died 1942.

LEAHY Family of Creggane

Seven brothers Leahy all atheletes. Pat and Con were the first brothers to win Olympic medals. First brothers to two Olympic medals each. The first family to win olympic medals in all three jumping events.

Martin Sheridan won a total of nine Olympic medals.

Michael Collins of Currans  competed in the free style discus at the 1908 London Olympics games.

1900 High Jump Pat Leahy of Creggane won SILVER 1.78m

1900 Long Jump Pat Leahy BRONZE 6.95m

1900 Hammer John Flanagan GOLD 51.01m

1904 3,000m S/C John Daly SILVER 7.40.61

1904 Hammer John Flanagan GOLD 51.23m

1904 Decathlon Tom Kiely GOLD 6,036 pt

1908 High Jump Con Leahy of Creggane won SILVER 1.88m

1908 Triple Jump Tim Ahearne of Athea won GOLD 14.92m

1908 Shot Putt Denis Horgan SILVER 13.62m

1908 Hammer John Flanagan GOLD 51.92m

Jer. tells me that the Ahernes and the Leahys had cousins in Knockanure.

A Fact

Fidel Castro estimated that he saved 10 working days a year by not bothering to shave,

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Listowel People

A Corner of The Square

After the Greenway Cycle

Marlene and Liz met up with their friends, Mary and Miriam for a bit of well earned rest and recovery. Miriam sent the pictures.

Eileen Moylan, Designer in Gold and Silver and Precious Stones

Photo credit; Ger Holland

For a few years Eileen Moylan was the designer commissioned to design and make the presentation piece, named for John B. Keane and sponsored by Mercier Press which was presented by Listowel Writers’ Week to the person chosen to receive recognition for their lifetime contribution to the Arts.

These pieces are one-off treasures, researched, designed, customised and lovingly made at Eileen’s studio in Macroom. Eileen’s attention to detail in all her work is legendary.

If you win an Oscar you just get a statuette, the same as everybody else’s. If you won a Lifetime Achievement award at Listowel Writers’ Week you got something unique, an absolutely beautiful hand made bespoke piece from a silversmith at the top of her game.

Fr. Antony Gaughan was the recipient of one such piece. He absolutely loved it, as did everyone who was lucky enough to get one. Fr. Tony has donated his piece to Kerry Writers’ Museum where it is on display for us all to see and admire. It is even more special for Listowel people than the beautiful Edna O’Brien piece because Eileen’s design incorporates so many lovely Listowel landmarks.

A Poem for Our Time

Still I Rise

BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I’m including this great poem today as a tribute to Kamala Harris who has risen to top rung of the ladder.

Megan Smolenyak Smolenyak is the genealogist who traced Barack Obama to Moneygall. She has spoken out on the subject of Harris’s family tree. Detractors have pointed to slave owners in her pedigree as well as slaves. But it is a horrid fact of slavery that owners regarded female slaves as their property to rape at will. Rape was a fact of life for female slaves. Not only their owners, but sons of owners, foremen, friends of owners and other random white men saw it as their right to rape slave girls. So the fact that she has slave owners in her ancestry is no surprise to genealogists.

It’s simply a fact of life.

A Postbox in Kildare Train Station

Victorian, I presume. Still in use.

Does anyone know why they used to put postboxes in train stations?

A Fact

A greeting card that can play Happy Birthday has more computer power than existed in the whole world in 1950.

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Shopping with a Two Year Old

Christmas altar in St. Brigid’s Parish Church, Kildare Town

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Photoshoot with child in Kildare Village

It’s December 7 2023 and I am in Kildare Village because everyone assures me that it’s ‘magical’ at Christmas and the perfect place to take a few photos.

Aoife McKenna is my model. My model is aged 2, hates wearing a coat, won’t sit in a buggy, loves shops and is very independent.

Everyone knows you are meant to face Christmas installations in order to see them. What’s this turn around to Nana business.

Ah, there we are, Aoife, Nana and a reindeer in Kildare Village in December 2023.

More reindeer, which Aoife insisted were horses. Who ever saw a blue reindeer or a blue horse either for that matter. The coat is still on and we are shopping so two out of three ain’t bad.

There is a rule in the Kilkenny shop that you have to buy 2 items so clever Mammy bought 2 sachets of Christmas room scent to keep little hands occupied and to prevent breakages.

Aha, Sculpted by Aimee put the make up palette at child level.

Mmm, is this how I apply it?

Evicted by Mammy, unceremoniously from the shop. Now I’m here in the rain with Nana.

This is what we came for. Christmassy things to pose in.

Another shop, another eviction.

Photoshoot going downhill fast.

I’m tired of this. Take me home please.

Back in my happy place. Homeward bound.

Listowel Writers Week at the An Post Irish Book Awards

Simone Langemann and Eamonn Dillon of Listowel Writers’ Week with Mary ODonnell whose poem won the LWW sponsored award.

Brid Mason, Fr. Anthony Gaughan and Eamonn Dillon at the award ceremony.

Memories of Christmas in Ireland in the 40s and early 50s 

By Marie (Canty) Sham

Maria grew up in O’Connell’s Avenue Listowel. Here she looks back on a very happy Christmas time.

I remember

Going to the wood to cut the holly which grew wild, and the moss to put on the crib. 

Christmas Eve cleaning the house, the excitement of setting up the crib filling jam jars with sand and putting the candles in them, decorating them with crepe paper, putting up paper chains, my mother would have made a large Christmas pudding in a gallon and put it aside. 

The turkey or goose was bought at the local market and plucked by our neighbour Bill Boyle. He must have done it for everyone because the road would be covered in feathers. The innards were still warm when it was cleaned out, that was all on Christmas Eve so it was fresh.

We were not well off but we were lucky as my father was always working, we were not short of anything. At that time in Kerry there was a lot of unemployment.

The shops mam shopped in during the year gave a Christmas box. One shop would give tea, sugar and maybe a pot of jam. That shop was called Jet Stacks and it is not there now. The butcher Murphy’s would send Danny to deliver us maybe a large piece of lamb, of course it would be delivered by him on his bicycle with a basket in front.

I can also remember a donkey and cart outside the shops with a tea chest and all the shopping would be put into it. These people would be from the country and would not come to town again until after Christmas.

There was a shop called Fitzgibbons and we would pay in whatever we could afford for toys or anything else. I paid in sixpence a week for a sewing box and I still had it when I got married. Mam paid every week for the Nativity figures for the crib I have never seen anything so beautiful since.

The ham would be on the boil and with the crib set up. The candles would be lit by the youngest member of the house, I think at 7 o clock 

Our clean clothes would be kept warm over the range ready for midnight mass.

Going out on the frosty night and seeing all the windows with lighted candles was wonderful.

Home after mass a warm fire in the range a slice of the ham or maybe a fry! Our stockings would be hanging at the end of the bed. We did not get much; my dad was very good with his hands and would make things for us. He made a scooter once and a rocking horse.

My brother Neil wanted a mouth organ and it was like in the song Scarlet Ribbons, dad went to so many shops until he got one for him. I was too young to remember that but mam told that story.

Christmas morning I will never forget waking up to the smell of the turkey roasting.

Up quickly and look if Santa had come, our stockings might have an orange, we always got something. I remember getting roller skates; I also remember getting a fairisle jumper from Santa. The problem was I had seen my aunt knitting it. All the children would be out in the Avenue with their new toys to show off.

Before dinner our neighbour Paddy Galvin would come in to wish a Happy Christmas and mam would give him a bottle of stout. I think that was the only time he ever called in. We would have lemonade and stout in for Christmas.

Dinner was wonderful, our Mam was a great cook. There was Mam Dad, Nelie, Paddy, Doreen and myself. My brother Junie came along later, and after we would wrap up warm and visit the cribs; one in each church, hospital, convent and St Marys and bring home a bit of straw for our crib which I think was blessed.

More food when we got home 

Bed and looking forward to St Stephens day and the Wren Boys, no cooking on that day we finished up the leftovers.

What wonderful times!

A Fact

A sheep, a duck and a rooster were the first passengers in a hot air balloon.

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