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The Dying Art of Letter Writing

The beautiful Darren Enright Tidy Town seat, practical and beautiful. This welcome seat is a triumph of design, craftsmanship and location. It is just one of the many unique features that make Listowel stand out from other Irish towns.

Big Job under way at Kerry Writers’ Museum

The Postman

This picture is from the internet but the scene was replicated in November and December. in every town and village.

In Listowel back in the day we used to have two postal deliveries. In November and December extra postmen would have to be taken on to deal with the volume of cards and parcels arriving into town daily. There was no online shopping back then. These parcels contained presents.

Mick O’Callaghan writes here about the important role of letter writing in our lives in the old days.

PLEASE MR POSTMAN.

I remember that song by The Carpenters with its catchy first line ” Please Mr Postman look and see if there’s a letter, a letter for me.”

 I love writing, composing , scribbling , doodling or whatever title you want to call it, but I note in latter years I write fewer letters . The only ones I write now are congratulating someone on retirement or on the occasion of a  special birthday. Increasingly I am also writing sympathy letters because someone  of my own vintage has died.

In my school days letter writing was very important. It was the main communication system for people .We were taught how to write the letter with the correct address and date on the top right-hand corner. Once that piece was correct  you began  the letter with the formal address of  Dear —–.

You then proceeded to start the letter, so careful to spell each word correctly. Each paragraph had to be clearly indented. The proper thought process had to be correct so that each paragraph was a complete section.  Then you proceeded to the next paragraph with the fresh news section to be developed .When the letter was finished there was the signing off and this process was always quite perplexing.

Do I address the person as  Yours Sincerely, or Yours truly, or other such endearing term?

When this was complete there was the envelope to be addressed. You had to make sure you wrote the address in straight lines. `This was an imperative. Sometimes I used a light pencil mark to guide my straight-line writing . 

Finally, the process was complete, and you had to submit it to teacher for critical arbitration and await  the verdict. It amazed me that no matter how hard I tried teacher always found cause to use that red biro and pass some derogatory comment about my snail like scrawl.

In my own teaching career I used Composition and Grammar Parts 1and 2 by Mairéad Ní Ghráda . These were brilliant little books for proper writing lessons. I still have my copy of it and now and again I will have a peep inside the cover.

This simple letter writing exercise caused me great distress because in my head I saw no point in wasting time at this exercise when I could be doing my worthwhile Maths which I loved.

      Anyway, we had good times in  5th class, except for  the dreaded letter writing.  I put it behind me as an experience not to be repeated again in life.

I was sadly disillusioned because in sixth year English during my Leaving Cert year our English teacher  came in one morning and announced that we would be dealing with a very important topic this week, namely letter writing. He stressed how important it was in our lives. There was a collective gasp as we recalled our earlier days of letter writing in 5th class .

        Now however our future lives depended on the famous letter of application. He told us that employers first impression of us would be the letter and no employer would employ someone who couldn’t write or spell properly or lay out a letter properly.

        Now we had a new realisation of the importance of proper hand-writing. I went home and practised assiduously and at the end of the week I was  pleased to get a commendation for my application letter thanks to my late father’s nightly inputs.

      With my Leaving Cert completed I was accepted in St Patrick’s College for teacher training. Imagine my horror when I heard we had a professor of black board drawing and writing who emphasised the importance of proper legible writing on the blackboard and each word properly spelt and all written in straight lines . It was all so serious but funny now when you reflect back on it all 56 years later. I am sure that Professor Dignam has a nice scroll written for himself in heaven and proud as punch that he taught so many the craft of using a piece of chalk properly.His dusters were always so clean and he stressed the importance of giving the dusters a few bangs during the day to keep the. blackboard clean.

It is all a far cry from the modern era of  whiteboards, laptops, mobile phone apps, text messages, whats app, face time and computers and Instagram.

I have embraced all this technology because it has enriched our lives. I could not imagine being without my mobile phone or laptop. .

In this techie world there is something that annoys me a little  though. When I write a message to someone and they reply `TKs or cu soon. or some  such code, which is an insult to the English language.

Another irritant occurs when you take some time, thought and trouble to send someone a letter. You have spent some time checking over the spellings and syntax of the message and then you get an insulting yellow thumbs up sign back in reply. I don’t respond usually to these people . Some weeks later I get a message of “We haven’t heard from you in a while. “Impishly, I reply with a yellow thumbs up sign .Yes I too have joined the modern era.

Mick O Callaghan

A Poem in Praise of November

Important Zoom Talk

A Fact

The Rubik’s Cube was invented in 1974 by a Hungarian professor of architecture, Erno Rubik.

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Hugh O’Flaherty Memorial, Letter Writing and Book Launches

Photo: Chris Grayson

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Hugh O’Flaherty Garden


In a corner of Tralee known as The Island of Geese, because that’s what it once was, there is a lovely commemorative garden to the great Mons. Hugh O’Flaherty.


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Vanishing Ireland



Here’s a riddle for you.


What do letterboxes, calendars, wall clocks and diaries have in common?

Answer: They are all on the way out.

No  one writes letters any more.

I was in a shop recently when a customer came in wishing to buy notepaper. Do you remember Basildon Bond, Ancient Irish Vellum, that sort of thing? well, the stationery shop didn’t have it. They don’t stock it any more. There is no demand.  

I met the same lady a few days later and I asked her if she had succeeded in finding a shop that sold notepaper. She hadn’t.

The day of the handwritten letter has gone the way of the handwritten diary and the wall calendar. Digitised all.

Here are a few words from John B. Keane on the subject of letter writing from the introduction to an anthology of his famous fictional letters.

“I grew up in a time when there was no alternative to the letter as a means of communication, except, of course, in the case of emergency when the phone in the local barracks of the Civic Guards became an extreme resort. You may say why not a telegram! A telegram is a letter, a stunted one, shorn of embellishment, a sort of Beckett of the epistolary scene and often even more confusing, open to many interpretations, its length dictated by the circumstances or the generosity of the sender. Always less satisfactory than a letter, a telegram left too much to the imagination, often with harmful results. The letter might be slower, but it was safer. The letter writer could expand to his hearts content especially if he was romantically disposed towards the object of his calligraphy….”

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A Book Launch

You are all invited to join me for the hooley in St. John’s to launch my latest book.

By way of doing a bit of research on how the experts do book launches I went along to Waterstones on Thursday evening, October 3, the evening we didn’t get a lash of Lorenzo.

Brian O’Connell and I  had a few things in common…non fiction miscellany type book, radio personality to launch, book to sell. That’s about as far as I can stretch it.

Then I realised that I was planning a hooley. We’ll have nibbles and tea and singing and music as well as readings from the book.

Of course we’ll have the book to sell as well and I’ll be signing like billyo.

It will be the first book launch under the new artistic director of St. John’s. Let’s make it a night to remember.

Now back to Brian O’Connell’s book. It’s really good, the kind you dip into every now and again. It’s great to have in the car to read while you are waiting to pick up the children, by the bed for a quick read before you go to sleep. It is ideal for the doctor’s or dentist’s waiting room.

I read it in none of these places. I binged on it, cover to cover in a weekend. It’s full of human interest stories that draw you in. You may have seen Brian O’Connell on Nationwide with the man who was selling the hearse or read him in the Irish Times about the man and the dog.

The stories are often heartbreaking but kind of funny too.

AND

There’s a Listowel connection. I won’t spoil the story for you but the man with the Listowel connection had a burial plot for sale under bizarre circumstances.

If you are buying two books for Christmas, this would be a good one to buy as well as mine.

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