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Tag: Listowel St. Patrick’s Day 2014

More St. Patrick’s Day snaps and The Thumbers by Seamus Hora


Meanwhile, in San Diego they held their St. Patrick’s Park programme on March 16:


A while ago, I featured a lovely nostalgic poem by a poet called Seamus Hora. I knew nothing about the poet. I just liked the poem.

Since then Seamus has been in touch and he shares with us today another of his pen pictures of  Ireland in bygone days. It is the Ireland of my childhood and Seamus’ but one unrecognizable to today’s youngsters.


The practice of thumbing in
the seventies was rife

Cars they were scarce it was
part of our life.

Friday is one of the day’s I

People seeking a lift; for
post office to call.

First on the road, Summer
Light. –Winter Dark.

Problem with hearing, this was
Mrs Clarke.

The ball alley stood out on
the hill up ahead

In winter this part of the
road I did dread

A picturesque cottage my next
port of call –

Where colourful roses adorned
the wall.

Doors painted brightly, lime
on each stone

Mod’ lady called Sally stood
waiting alone

At this time the car was
beginning to fill

A couple of regulars awaited
me still.

Pat Hoban was next-with a
strange point of view.

To let air circulate cut vent
holes in his shoe

The three in the back were not
very pleased –

Let in Mrs Ganley crush became

Sadly, the last one mobility
did lack.

Surname was Kenny either Jimmy
or Jack

Each day of the week things
were much the same.

So many thumbers! Too numerous
to name.

Some are still with us. Some
laid to rest.

Relaxed eyes closed tightly – I
can picture them best.

Seamus Hora

Now who is Seamus?

The answer in his own words:

I was born in 1953 in Gorthaganny Co Roscommon.  I have been employed by Delaneys ltd.,

Ballyhaunis for 44 years.  I am married to Rosaleen and we have one daughter Sandra.

It only in the past couple of years I started to write a little poetry most 

 of which is based on life’s experience. I am enclosing a poem which will

help explain what I mean.  I feel proud to have been part of an Ireland 

described in this poem also honoured to have known those people.

It is hard to believe that 60 years ago we didn’t have electricity in 


 My hobbies are fishing, I enjoy a leisurely 9 holes of golf

listen to country and Irish music.

Thumbing was was the word we used

to describe a signal from somebody requesting you stop and give 

a lift in you car.


This premises on Church St. is getting a facelift. Watch this space for updates.


Picture from 1900 from a site called Limerick Life

More people at the parade on March 17 2014

Some more local faces at the St. Patrick’s Day parade 2014


Never, ever give up.

photo ; Historic pictures


Amateur genealogists might want to put this date in the diary

It’s a 2 day event  August 22 and 23 in Limerick. Follow rthe above link to read all about it.


Ballybunion Women in Media event have changed their date.

It is now on on April 11, 12 and 13

Read all about it here


One for everyone affected by emigration

The next link is to a very very funny video….so why did it make me feel so sad?

St. Patrick’s Day in Listowel and Kanturk, Co.Cork

More from St. Patrick’s day 2014 in Listowel

Toddy and Noreen Buckley
Phil Deevey and friend
In Main St.
Mary Boyer, Namir Karim and Patsy O’Connell
Listowel Scór musicians
Canon Declan O’Connor and Jimmy Hickey

Mary Moylan

Mary Moylan sings My Silver River Feale:


I attended Kanturk Arts Festival last weekend.

One of the more innovative events was the Human Orchestra.

The premise is that we all have a pulse so we all have rhythm. No one is tone deaf who can distinguish one voice from another on the phone or who can tell when someone is angry or happy.

We began our interactive experience by imagining  a world without music. Then, guided by Justin Grounds, we went back to the first primitive human attempts at music. We discovered harmony by accident.

We got a little music history lesson. We learned that music was composed appropriate to specific occasions, e’g’ wedding music, funeral music, triumphal music etc. Today in the era of processed recorded music, all music is for all occasions and none.

We made our own specific human music for our own specific occasion and, like the best live music, when it was over it was over and gone forever.

Even if you have absolutely no musical education, you can enjoy this very different experience. If Justin Grounds brings it to venue near you, I’d advise you to give it a go.


While I was home in Kanturk for the festival I took a few photos of my lovely hometown, known only to most Listowel people as a town you pass through on your way to Cork for a hospital appointment or a match.

 Kanturk has 2 rivers running through it. Both the Allow and Dallow are tributaries of The Munster Blackwater.

Ducks on the river

A lovely riverside walk runs between O’Brien Street and the river.

Egmond House dominates this corner of town.

This crest on the bridge is a reminder of Kanturk’s glory days of Percival and Egmond.

“The Metal Bridge” with the Church of the Immaculate Conception on the hill in the background.

Church St… I took this photo at a spot familiar to me, the gate of the school where I attended as a pupil and later taught for a short while.

A sight now rare in Catholic churches; When Kanturk church was refurbished they left the original pulpit.


Lest we forget

(from the internet; images that define our age)

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