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In Praise of The Library

Looking down Courthouse Road from the library in March 2024

The Marvellous Facility that is the Public Library

If you haven’t been to the library in ages, don’t leave it any longer. Go today.

Once you have joined and got your membership number a whole world of free entertainment is open to you.

You can download a few apps to your computer, tablet or phone and the library is in your home.

On Borrowbox you can read or listen to any one of thousands of books available free.

On PressReader, you can read newspapers from all over the world. There are magazines catering for every kind of interest there and even comics…all free.

Libby has loads of magazines.

If you prefer to read an actual book or newspaper, these are also available in the library. There are computers, printing facilities, reference books and the marvellous Swap Box where you could pick up a book to take home and keep or where you could donate books you are finished with.

I forgot to mention the free wifi and the friendly helpful staff. The local library is one of my favourite places in Listowel.

Colloquialisms

From Stephen Twohig

There are many phrases and expressions that are both colourful and unique to us. As time goes by I suppose you will hear them less and I am sure they would be circled in red on your English essay, but so be it. They are just another linguistic and oral tradition we must remember and not forget. 

           If ever there were a people for sayings, proverbs and blessings then it is the Irish. There is hardly a house of someone of Irish origin that hasn’t got some Irish Blessing or other hanging on the wall. Our blessings I suppose are only a match for our curses, but that’s another story. Again the blessings and sayings come from very simple rural origins, natural but perfectly matching the metaphor of their intent. There are, as you would expect proverbs in lrish and those translated into English. It seems that there is a proverb for any topic on life. As many as old wives tales. Or I suppose as stories by the fire. The number and variety indicative of a past richness in spoken and conversational wit and banter. Let’s first look at some of my favourite sayings in lrish. These old sayings are referred to as “seanfhocail'” or old words or wisdom. The one over my own fireplace is a good one: “Nil aon tintean mar do thintean fein”, There’s no hearth like your own hearth.

 Everyone has heard in school “‘Aithníonn ciaróg,ciaróg eile”, or every cockroach recognises another. The following is a list of my favourites. 

“Má tá tu ag lorg cara gan locht  beidh tú gan cara go deo”. (If you are looking for a friend without fault you will be without a friend forever.)

“Trí ní is deacair a thuiscint; intleacht na mban, obair na mbeach, teacht agus imeacht na taoide. (Three things hardest to understand; the mind of women, the work of bees and the comings and goings of tides. At least the tides are predictable! Ouch!!)

 Giorraíonn beirt bothar. (Two shorten the road.)  

“Obair gan chríoch, obair bean tí. (Work without end is housewives work) No comment !

“ Is fearr glas ná amhras. (A lock is better than suspicion.) 

“Nil aon leigheas ar an ngrá ach pósadh. The only cure for love is marriage.

 And the emigrant’s proverb; ”Bíonn súil le muir ach ni bhíonn súil ón uaigh”. (There’s hope from the ocean but not from the grave.) 

“Is maith an scáthan súil charad.” (A friend’s eye is a good mirror.)

 And lastly; “An áit a bhfuil do chroí is ann a thabharfas do chosa thú”.

(Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.) 

My family climbed a Mountain

Killarney held a great festival, Wander Wild, last weekend. There were all kinds of outdoor activities on offer.

Bobby and Killian opted to climb Carrantuohill.

Sunday, March 24 2024, was one of the wettest, dirtiest, foggiest, coldest days so far this year (or any year !)

Drenched to the skin (literally) and frozen to the bone, they soldiered on, encouraged all the way by their lovely guides.

Finally they reached the summit. They could see nothing through the dense fog. They could barely stand on the top, battling against an Arctic wind. But they were glad they did it.

Micro Mosaics

Some beautiful pieces in Olive Stack’s window.

Remember tonight’s the night for the reception and exhibition at the gallery. The event starts at 5.00p.m.

A Fact

Apart from the fact that it is smaller, the biggest difference between the brain of an ape and the brain of a human is that the ape’s brain is symmetrical.

Our brains have evolved into an asymmetrical shape as we have assigned different skills to different areas of the brain.

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Loving Listowel Library

Market Street in August 2023

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I Love the Library

When I was a child of primary school age I discovered the public library. All through my growing up years summer was for reading. I lived about 2 miles outside the town. I often cycled to and from town twice in a day to exchange my library books. I read all of Enid Blyton, Patricia Lynch, Canon Sheehan and later Georgette Heyer and Agatha Christie.

Now I live within a stone’a throw of the library. Living my childhood dream!

Unlike my childhood one, Listowel Library is a marvellous place. It has books, magazines and papers, local study section, computers and puzzles.

AND it has this marvellous mystery box where people leave their old books for you to pick up for free and you could literally find a treasure there.

I found this rare, long out of date book there. It is Listowel’s Mick McCarthy’s account of his time labouring in London. If Mick writes even half as well as his brother, Seán, this will be brilliant. I can’t wait!

Thank you to the donor and to Listowel Library.

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Main Street, Listowel

Lynch’s Corner where Main Street joins William Street/Sráid an Phiarsaigh

Who are Tim and Sue and where are they now? The date looks like 19?? There’s a story there if we only had a sleuth to find it.

Main Street, like so many other Listowel streets has 2 names. Unlike most it has 2 different Irish versions of its English name, Main Street.

And still local people call it The Small Square

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Resilience in Verse

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Today’s Fact

There is an old English word called trumpery.

The meaning of trumpery is;

Trumpery comes from the Old French tromperie, with its root of tromper, “to deceive.” Definitions of trumpery. ornamental objects of no great value. synonyms: falderol, folderal, frill, gimcrack, gimcrackery, nonsense.

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Books and Men and More

The Square, Sat. Sept 10 2022

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A Womanless Library?

My story of Andrew Carnegie and Listowel Library prompted Mattie Lennon to send us an account of a man who was no Andrew Carnegie. Here is the strange tale of Towsend Murphy Zink.

 A total of 2,509 Carnegie libraries were built between 1883 and 1929, with money donated by Scottish-American businessman and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie.  66 were built in Ireland of which 62 are still in operation today.

  And if another benefactor, had got his way September 11 2022 would be the 17th anniversary of the turning of the first sod for the construction of a library of a different kind.

  When Iowa attorney T.M. Zink died on September 11th  in 1930, aged 72, he disinherited his wife in his will  and left $5 to his daughter.  The will, which had been drawn up on July 18th.   He left a sum of $50,000 to be invested for 75 years, when he calculated it would total about $4 million. This would be used to endow a rather unique library:  “A Woman free” library, where,  “No woman shall at any time, under any pretence or for any purpose, be allowed inside the library, or upon the premises or have any say about anything concerned therewith, nor appoint any person or persons to perform any act connected therewith.”

 He also stipulated that “No book, work of art, chart, magazine, picture, unless some production by a man, shall be allowed inside or outside the building, or upon the premises, and this shall include all decorations for inside and outside the building.” And over each entrance there would be a sign carved in stone bearing the words, “No Woman Admitted.”

 He said that his intention was,” . . .  to forever exclude all women from the premises and having anything to say or do with the trust estate and library. …”

 He went on to explain his  considered decision, “My intense hatred of women is not of recent origin or development nor based upon any personal differences I ever had with them but is the result of my experiences with women, observations of them, and study of all literatures and philosophical works within my limited knowledge relating thereto.”

 At the end of the seventy-five-year period, in 2005, no more than 25% of the estate was to be used for the purchase of the site and for the construction of a non-circulating library. He added that an additional 25% should be “invested in the best, most reliable and authentic books, maps, charts, works of art, magazines, and other authentic works containing all known information and knowledge of science, literature, geography, religions, and all known knowledge of the world.”

The document continues, “no book, work of art, map, or chart shall be excluded therefrom on account of any theory, philosophy, ethics, religion, or language; it being my intention and purpose to establish a library in which all known human knowledge may be found by any man wishing the same.”

  Townsend Murphy Zink was born on December 28, 1858, in Hillsboro, Ohio. While he was still a young child, his parents, James and Clarissa, picked up and moved to Jasper County in Iowa, not far from the county seat of Newton. Not one for the farm life, Zink opted to study law at the State University of Iowa. He received his degree in June 1883 and moved to Le Mars, where he would practice for the remainder of his life.

    Having been such a prominent member of the Le Mars community, his death was front-page news in all the area papers. Hundreds attended the funeral services that were held at his home at 112 Third Street, SE, which looks amazingly similar today to what it looked like back in 1930.

    On September 15th 1930 a piece in the Le Mars Globe Post stated that, “In the passing of Mr. Zink, this city and the members of the bar of this community, lose a real, honest man of high standing and ideas.” An editorial in that same day’s paper said, “If T.M. Zink had been able to attend his own funeral, he would have been touched by the evidences of affection and esteem which his fellowmen have held him.” The author continues, “There were many who sensed in a greater or less degree his underlying goodness; many to whom he had been kind in his unobtrusive way; many who had cause tosee his passing with regret.”

Today there is no Womanless Library as a tourist attraction in Le Mars.  Mr Zink’s will was successfully challenged and she got everything. Dr. George Donahoe from the state mental hospital in Cherokee. He testified, “Mr. Zink was suffering from a classic case of sexual paranoia, which is a form of insanity that is chronic, progressive and incurable.”

One way or another the “honest man of high standing” was no Andrew Carnegie.

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Two Books and a Correction

I called to Woulfe’s to pick up In Our Day, It’s a great collection of first hand recollections of old Dublin.

While I was in the shop I spotted this poetry book that I had seen advertised. It’s lovely, a collection of poems for those times “when you can’t find the words.”

Now the mug Sean brought me from France…..I made a big mistake last time I posted about it. The mug is from Brittany not Normany as I said. Eagle eyed people will have recognised the Brittany flag.

Brittany and Normandy are kinda frenemies. There is a belief in Brittany that Normandy ‘stole” their Mont Saint Michel.

Apologies to my Brittany family, especially Sean.

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New Business on Bridge Road

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Parking is about to Change

These men, or men like them were at every parking meter yesterday.

They came to town in these vans.

I didn’t ask but I’m guessing they were adjusting our parking meters to take cards

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A Fact ( and a warning)

Drinking too much coffee can be lethal. Ten Grams (100 cups) over four hours can kill the average human being.

Remember that next time you are dying for coffee

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At The Races, Ballylongford a New Library Experience

Howth by Éamon ÓMurchú

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A Poem from a Week of Poetry in Poetry Town

From the 10 to 18 September 2021 Listowel was one of Ireland’s Poetry Towns. Here is another of the poems that were available to collect all over town.

Great idea! I hope we get to do it again.

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Ladies Day at Listowel Races 2021

A few more of Bridget O’Connor’s photos

The winner of Race Three; Game Catch

Patsy Dowling and John O’Connor

Christy O’Connor and his grandaughter

Margaret Kearney, Ballyduff

Maria Stack and Anne Leneghan

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Blacksmithing Festival, Ballylongford Sept. 25 2021

The festival was part of the fundraising effort to revive and restore the old mill.

I parked in the church carpark and walked to the venue for the festival. At the bridge I came upon this group being given a guided tour of the architecture of Ballylongford by Dr. Declan Downey. Had I known that was on I’d have taken part in that too.

Declan Downey is a thorough researcher and an excellent guide.

At the corner I met these three heroes. I think they may be from Asdee. After a bit of good natured caffling they pointed me in the right direction.

I obeyed the sign and found my way to the displays.

There was a nice little crowd gathered around the exhibitions.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about what I saw of the fun of the fair.

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The Public Library is Changing

I hadn’t visited the library in person in ages until a few weeks ago. I have been listening to audio books on Borrowbox and I have been reducing my “to be read” pile slowly.

I made my return with my granddaughter in Ballincollig.

Cora showed me how the system operates now.

It’s a DIY job now. You put your library card and then your book, whether you’re returning or borrowing, under a barcode scanner and all the information is digitised and recorded on a computer. No need for any interaction with a librarian any more.

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Kerry Thanks

A full page ad in Irish Examiner, Monday September 27 2021

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Just a Thought

My reflections, broadcast last week on Radio Kerry are at the link below;

Just a Thought

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Courthouse and Ballybunion’s Geographical Sea Features

Photo; Éamon ÓMurchú

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Courthouse Plaza

Looking towards the courthouse and library from Courthouse Road

Listowel Courthouse in June 2021

Áras an Phiarsaigh in June 2021

Planting and Seating in the Courthouse Plaza

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What to look for on The Cliff Walk, Ballybunion

Everywhere to your left as you walk along the cliff edge you will see signs of erosion. The sea has eaten far into the cliffs and the coastline is indented and rugged.

This is the legendary blow hole, known as the Nine Daughters Hole. The legend says that around 800A.D. the local chieftain, O’Connor, had nine daughters. A Viking ship sailed up and the nine Vikings on board fell in love with the nine O’Connor girls. Daddy was having none of it. He lured the girls one by one to the edge of the blowhole, by telling them that he had dropped his valuable torc (a piece of jewellery) into the chasm and he sent them to look for it. He then tossed the poor girls one by one into the hole.

I don’t believe a word of it. Would all nine girls fall for the same ruse? Not any O’Connor girls I know anyway.

Anyway the legend has it that he tossed the nine Norse boyos in after them so a kind of rough justice was done.

This is a sea arch. It is such a perfect example that it is often the one used in geography textbooks. It is known locally as the Virgin Rock. I couldn’t find the legend behind this one but I think before it was cut off and as eroded as it is today monks lived on it.

This structure is more recent than the others. I think it is for dipping sheep. The sheep went in one by one into a trough of disinfectant to get rid of lice and ticks etc.

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Visitors

When I was in Ballybunion, who did I meet but regular North Cork visitors, Tony and Joan Boyce. They were in their home away from home for a few days. Tony and Joan are my cousins.

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John O’Halloran R.I.P. Remembered

Junior Griffin has been in touch to tell me of the passing of another old handballer.

John (also known as P.J.) O’Halloran was a neighbour of Junior’s in Bridge Road. He was one of the many young men who loved the handball alley and spent many happy hours there.

John lived in Killarney where he was a teacher in the Community College. Like Junior he went on to play badminton and was very involved with the Killarney club. Junior met him on an almost weekly basis during the badminton season. He says the chat was rarely about badminton, but about handball, Bridge Road and Listowel in general.

John passed away last September. May he rest in peace.

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One Hundred Years Ago

Spoilsports!

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