Cows grazing peacefully at Coolageela, Kanturk photographed by farmer, Michael O’Sullivan
Burst Water Main
I was on my permitted exercise last week when I spotted more going on than usual these days outside Carroll’s Hardware.
The gardaí were directing traffic and Irish water was repairing the fault.
Rationing in 1942
Bless them all, bless them all,
The long and the short and the tall,
God bless De Valera and Seán MacAntee
They gave us the black bread and half ounce of tea….
During the war certain commodities were rationed. This is why these two in the photo, who have just killed and salted two pigs put this sign on their barrel for the photo.
Spelling not a strong point with Jack Brosnan and his first cousin. Dan O’Callaghan, both first cousins of my mother’s
The sign , in case you can’t read it, says, No Tay, Plenty Mate.
I grew up in an Ireland where killing and salting a pig was part of how we lived. It was all done as humanely as possible. We, children were never allowed to see.
I found the following pictures on the internet. Some people may prefer not to look at them.
A Pulitzer Prize winner with a Listowel Connection
Photo from Limerick Leader
Malachy Browne who was recently awarded the Pullitzer Prize for journalism is the son of David Browne, chair of the Board of Directors of Listowel Writers’ Week.
A Covid Poem from John McGrath
The world has pinned us with a warning glance,
the kind our mothers gave us long ago,
the look that was designed to let us know
that this might be our last and final chance.
So grounded, we can only hope and pray
as, day by day, we inch beyond the fear
and tiptoe towards a future far from clear
our wounded planet showing us the way,
that voices raised in ignorance and greed
may yet be drowned by kindnesses and care,
together we can rise above despair,
united we will find the strength we need
as, all for one, we reach beyond the pain
and dare to dream tomorrow once again.
John McGrath May 2020