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Telling the Time

Market Street on February 1 2025

Counting Magpies or Crows

When Everything was Local

I am part of a Facebook group dedicated to old post boxes, A visitor to Dublin was surprised to find this twin post box with one box for Dublin only and the other for everywhere else. This system was common when all the sorting was done in the local post office. This was a kind of pre sorting which made the job of the postmen easier.

Time and Tide waits for no Man

by Mick O’Callaghan

Now that I am retired, I have time to look back and examine the development of clocks and time keeping 

I remember my granny’s house and the various shapes and makes of timepieces they owned and their cuckoo clock with its double cuckoo sound. I listened to their stories about how their parents told the time before the mass production of clocks began in America in the 1820s.and every family aspired to getting a clock. They spoke about getting up at sunrise and going to bed at sunset. They judged the time during the day by the height of the sun in the sky. In wintertime they just worked from dawn to dusk.

I remember during my school days we often cycled around the Dingle Peninsula. We visited Kilmalkedar Church, with the beautiful view of Dún Chaoin, to examine the early Christian Monastic sundial which was marked in 12 parts according to the monastic day. This was home to St Maoilcethair from the 7th century and what a lovely picturesque peaceful setting he chose for his prayer base.

Later, we learned about people returning from The Crusades and bringing the significance of 60 with them which was the counting unit in Ancient Babylonia. We were told that was how the hour with its 60 minutes, and the 12-hour day came about. I gave the same information to my own students during my teaching years. Was it all true and accurate? I hope it was.

In 1656 a Dutch Scientist invented the pendulum clock which was a big development. As a result of this we had grandfather clocks with their deep resonant solemn sound. We also saw the development of other large scale wall clocks. 

Most of you have come across Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” and published in 1751. In it he has that lovely line “The curfew tolls the knell of parting day’. This was the time to put out the fire and go to bed. This was their clock. “Curfew” is a bell that rings at the end of the day, but a “knell” is a bell that rings when someone dies. So, it’s like the “parting day” is dying.

I encountered that knelling word again in college. We read the poem,” Mid Term break” by Seamus Heaney when he speaks about sitting in class counting bells knelling classes to a close. There is a certain solemnity about the word ‘knelling’ used in the context of the inevitability of death, as it is in those two poems. There is something funereal about the school bell knelling because Heaney’s brother had died, and he was waiting to be collected and brought home for the funeral.

In my father’s time we had clocks which had to be wound every day, and the alarm was set each night. There was always a very loud eerie ticking sound which filled the house. There was a problem because the clocks seemed to be too fast or too slow and there was no checking mechanism.

All that changed with the arrival of the Radio into our lives. The clock’s time was set correctly when the news came on at 8 o clock in the morning. That was our time to pack up and cycle to school.

Later in our lives we saw the introduction of the pocket watch which had a cover over the dial. This watch, as the name denotes, was kept in the pocket with a chain attached and when you asked the time it was ceremoniously withdrawn and duly returned to the safety and security of the pocket after the notification of the correct time.

Then of course the wristwatch appeared, and it was met with unanimous approval with all and sundry proudly displaying the timepiece on their wrists with a vast array of straps and bracelets.

There was however another force emerging that would change the world’s communication systems. I read recently what Mark R Sullivan, President of Pacific Telephone Corporation said in 1953. In the first development the telephone will be carried around by the individual, perhaps as we carry a watch. It probably will require no dial, and I think we will be able to see each other, if they want to, as they talk and who knows but they might translate material.

We have travelled a long journey in the last 71 year since Mark Sullivan’s prophetic vision.

Today’s generation rely totally on their phones for all communication and timing with every piece synchronised with Greenwich Mean Time and time is accurate to the last second. We can see each other, translate, send messages, scan and do a multiplicity of tasks which are major advances during my lifetime.

I remember getting the television in 1965 and the advances in TV systems has been phenomenal as is progress in smart phone and technology. Many people will remember the first bulky Motorola phone in 1973.

Then we had the Blackberry in 2000, iPhone in 2007and cameras in all phones in 2010

Now our phones are our timepieces, our health and fitness monitors, our wallets, while with AI and Augmented Reality and increased battery life or maybe wireless transmission the future looks like continuing to be interesting with lots of exciting developments in our communications world. 

It’s all Tik Tok and many other systems nowadays. Farewell to Tick Tock. 

Carmel’s Photo

Miriam Hilliard and Ger Kenny.  School tour to Carrigafoyle Castle, May 1974.

Those were the days! Carmel turned over one of her photos and was reminded how far photography has come.

Once upon a time, you pressed the shutter and you hoped you had got what appeared in your viewfinder. There were no screen and no reviewing. When you had taken your 24 snaps, you handed your film into the pharmacy to be developed. A week later you came back to collect your prints.

A Fact

Birds do not urinate.

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Kanturk Remembers the Famine

Upper Church Street in December 2024

In Ballincollig

Castlewest shopping centre, Ballincollig

Remembering Hard Times

When I was in Kanturk I went to see the Famine Pot in St. Patrick’s Place.

This pot was still intact when a local farmer dug it up. Kanturk Tidy Town committee have placed it at the entrance to the site that once housed the Kanturk Union workhouse.

Six acres were donated by the Earl of Egmont, the local landlord, to the Board of Guardians to erect a workhouse and fever hospital.

The workhouse was built to accommodate 800 people but during the tragic period of the famine almost 1,800 people lived there. North Cork was thought to have suffered some of the worst effects of famine during this catastrophic period of history.

Many of these large cauldrons were donated to the Irish People by the Quaker community during the height of the famine in 1846.

They were used to make soup or stirabout, a kind of porridge made from the cheap meal that was imported to feed the starving hordes who converged on the workhouses.

This is still a health centre. It used to be a dispensary.

It’s worth enlarging this to read about the full horror of those awful years. The pot is a timely reminder of what our ancestors came through.

A Poem

Ushering

As essay by Mick O’Callaghan

 Ushering in and out

I was reading in the papers that the election of Donald Trump in America would usher in a new era in American/China relations as Donald was proposing the introduction of a 60% surcharge on all goods entering America from China.

I also saw that all our own political parties were promising that if elected to government that they were going to usher in new priorities in Housing, Education, Health and many more areas of government. This word usher was an ‘in’ word which I just had to explore.

The word usher has been around a long time with God being the very first usher – as he ushered in day and light (Gen. 1:3-4). God ushered man into the Garden of Eden (Gen 2:15). Ushers or forerunners are depicted throughout the Bible.

In the New Testament, Temple ushers were given unusual authority as uniformed guards. In Acts the “captain of the temple” is referred to in connection with arrests and general handling of crowds. It was these ushers who carried out the orders of the high priests to persecute the apostles.

The word comes  from the Latin ostiarius (“porter”, “doorman”) or the French word huissier. Ushers were servants or courtiers who showed or ushered visitors in and out of meetings in large houses or palaces.

My first encounter with usher was in the 60’s when we went to the Picturedrome Cinema in Tralee to see a film or a movie as they call them nowadays. We bought our tickets at the little box office in the hall and waited to be admitted. Sam from Ireland ushered everyone to their seats guiding them down the steps with his long torch. If there was any play acting or noise during the film, he shone the torch on the person involved. Any couples who were getting too close, as they said in those days, got similar treatment.

In those pre-equality days, the usherette sold the tubs of ice cream from her usherette tray during the intermission.

Then of course there were the church ceremonies, particularly at Christmas when the big crowds turned up for midnight mass. There were quite a few people who went straight from the pub to church. The church ushers went around trying to get a seat for everyone. They also had a role at the front door discouraging those whom they adjudged to be carrying a sup too much on board to go home rather than heading up the aisle. This became a problem and mass time was changed to 9 o clock. I don’t think they have that same overcrowding situation today with less people attending services.

I was recently at a funeral of a relative in Kinnitty, County Offaly. The church was in a small rural area named Cadamstown and I just loved it when the parish priest and the usher went around getting people a seat .It was a fine day and there was a reluctance of locals and others, including myself, to be ushered up the church and so there was a sizeable group in the church grounds discussing local topics and the state of Offaly hurling and football. It was a nice social occasion despite the circumstances.

Later when the funeral was over, we were all invited back to the community hall where 140 people were served a beautiful meal. Local people acted as ushers, finding seats, serving desserts and making everyone welcome. It was all so nice, friendly, sociable and a relaxed civilised occasion.

I noticed ushers at a few weddings I was at recently and their names were noted in the wedding booklet. They were all young men who were family members or close friends of the groom who were showing people to their seats but were not members of the inner bride and groom party.

I just love those scenes in films when in a courtroom a male attendant leads in the judge. I looked up the dictionary for a fuller meaning of court usher and found this” Court ushers ensure that everyone involved with a court case is present, that they know what they must do during the hearing, as well as providing personal assistance for the judges to whom they are assigned”.

 We all encounter occasions when people are ushered into meetings or concerts because the event is just about to start. The ushering is usually preceded by an announcement over the P.A. 

In newspaper accounts we regularly read that officials and security personnel have quickly ushered the protesters out of the hall after a protest or interruption at a public meeting.

 We have of course got Usher’s Quay in Dublin which reputably is named after a prominent Dublin family named Usher/Ussher who were supposed to be descended from Gilbert de Neville, admiral of William the Conqueror’s fleet in 1066.

In Ashford in County Wicklow, the garden of Ireland, we have the lovely Mount Usher Gardens.

In literature many of us will have encountered that tragic short story by Edgar Allan Poe entitled “The Fall of the House of Usher” and first published in 1839.It was serialized for TV last year by Netflix.

Finally, I refer to the ushers in Dail Eireann who are always immaculately dressed in their state uniform.

I am now happier that I am a trifle more educated about the lovely word usher so whether you are ushering in or out or being ushered in or out there is an absolute certainty that we will all usher in the new year of 2025 at the end of December 2024 with the usual ushering aplomb. Nollaig Shona.

Mick O Callaghan 03/12/2024

Some Listowel Christmas Windows

DIY Christmas Crafts

From the Schools’ Folklore Collection

Candles; “My grandmother used make candles out of the fat of cows.”
My grandmother used make candles out of the fat of cows. She used buy the fat from the butcher and after they killed a cow for their own use. First of all she used put it into a mould and put a cord in the hole at the end of it and knot it. Then she used pull the cord through the mould and pour in the fat and leave it so for a day or two. The candles are about as wide as Christmas candles now.
Patrick Fitzgerald used make baskets out of twigs. The twigs grew near his own house. He used pick them in the month of October and leave them so for a week or two.
My grandmother used spin and weave. The flax used be sown in Spring and pull it in August. They used take it to the bog and put it into a bog hole and leave it so for a couple of weeks. Then they used pound it with a mallet.


Collector- Nora Shine, Address, Derreen, Co. Limerick (Kilbaha School)
Informant, Patrick W. Shine. parent, Address, Derreen, Co. Limerick.

Killarney at Christmas

Their bauble is bigger than ours. I was in this corner of Killarney yesterday dropping off copies of Moments of Reflection to the The Priory Bookshop.

Listowel Food Fair Food Trail 2024

William Street Lower in November 2024

Listowel Food Fair Food Trail 2024

Take a look at this array in John R.’s Foodhall and you will know why the 20 places on the food trail are pounced on as soon as they go on sale.

I felt like a youngster nabbing a concert ticket when I bagged mine as soon as they hit the internet.

But back to the trail…

We started our tasting journey in the lovely welcoming Listowel Garden Centre and Cafe.

Like all 5 stops on the trail, Thyme Out Cafe and the garden centre, boutique and gift shop are businesses run by a Listowel family. Nick and Liz, Mairead and Feidhlim Roberts are the power behind Listowel Garden Centre.

The café converted a special corner of the shop into a crepe tasting zone for us. We sampled lots of different filled crepes and we gave feedback on the ones we liked.

Local born but world travelled chef, John Relihan, and his lovely wife, Thalita joined Jimmy Deenihan and Anne Marie O’Riordan to get us started on our food journey.

Jimmy met up with the wife of an old football buddy.

On we went to stop number 2, John R.’s

Again, this is a well established old family business. Joseph and Hannah (above) inherited the business and then passed it on to Pierce and Marian, who expanded it and grew it into the beautiful delicatessen, bakery, winery and accommodation that it is today.

We got delicious savoury and sweet snacks and some wine.

John Relihan who has tasted focaccia in eateries all over the world said that John R.’s focaccia is the best he has tasted. He has been looking forward to it since last year’s trail.

Here is the team behind the feast.

Nicole, was standing in for Pierce who is recovering well from surgery. She is actually on maternity leave but she brought the family along to be part of the occasion.

(more tomorrow)

Something Old….

Do you remember the headline copy? This was the bane of so many lives. The skill of handwriting took care, precision and attention to detail. God help you if you were left-handed. Thank God for computers, autocorrect and the ability to scratch out and rewrite whole sentences and even whole paragraphs.

Rock On

The Stick Of Sweet Rock

Maide Carraige Milis

( Mick O’Callaghan takes a trip down Memory Lane.) 

When I see sticks of rock nowadays, I am immediately transported back into a long-lost part of my life. My taste buds are instantly activated, and the memory section of my cranial department goes into overdrive with thoughts and memories of rock.

 I remember images of holiday times of my youth, day trips to Ballybunion and relations coming home from England and America. The English folk always seemed to come with Blackpool Rock while the American cousins brought candy cane to us when they visited. I can clearly remember the unbridled excitement of tearing off the wrapping and revealing the glorious spearmint flavoured stick of boiled sugar. I recall the dire warnings from my mother about damaging my teeth as we busily tried to bury our molars into the rock-hard piece of confectionery.

My memory tape plays on and I am now at Puck Fair in Killorglin in the glorious month of August. We crossed over the Laune Bridge and parked our bikes in Foleys yard where they were chained and padlocked and safe for the day. As we were emerging our nostrils picked up the scent of fish and chips and crubeens or pig’s feet. It was traditional to eat them and who was I to break the custom. We gorged on the greasy messy fat laden pigs’ trotters and having devoured them we plodded on to the first chip wagon where we ate round two of greasy lunch, all washed down with a bottle of Nash’s red lemonade followed by the bar of Cadbury’s chocolate for dessert. Then we left it to our overworked digestive system to look after that mixture.

Now that the gourmet dining was finished and appetites were satisfied, we headed up the hill to view King Puck who was crowned king and safely ensconced in his regal perch above the citizens of Killorglin, where he reigned for three days. There were hurdy gurdies, hucksters de gach sort, three card trick people, horse dealers, manure, and smells everywhere. You never in all your days saw such an array of loose sweets, rocks, loose biscuits on sale everywhere. They were filled into paper tóisíns [cone shaped paper containers]and handled by people who had never sanitised or washed their hands or wore plastic gloves in their lives. We ate them all and survived to tell the tale. On the way home we had to buy the souvenir rock from puck.

And then there was the annual pilgrimage to Knock Shrine. Pilgrims travelled by bus and train from all over the country to the shrine. I remember my father coming home exhausted after the trip. They recited constant rosaries, with each decade interspersed by an exhortation to Mary followed by passionate singing of hymns in praise of Mary e.g. Queen of the May. Then there was the mass in the shrine followed by the Stations of the Cross and benediction. The day wasn’t complete without a trip to the stalls, purchasing miraculous medals, scapulars, small bottles of holy water, rosary beads and the stick of rock from Knock for the children. All the religious paraphernalia were blessed, but I am not too sure about the blessed rock from Knock.

Years later when I was teaching in Arklow town there was one Tommy from Knock teaching there, and we shared digs. Tommy left school every Friday evening when there was a major pilgrimage group in Knock because he had a stall there. He travelled back early Monday morning and always looked very tired and dishevelled after his weekend of selling religious objects to the throngs of people who flocked from north, south, east, and west looking for some miraculous cure. I remember getting a lift down to school on one wet Monday morning from Tommy. He told me to clear the front seat. It was full of rosary beads, scapulars, medals and on the floor were two boxes of Knock Rock which he said were his best sellers as they had a special dental blessing. I believed him but thousands would not.

So, whether its spearmint, Neapolitan, peppermint, or green and gold sticks of boiled sugar stickiness you’re into, let’s all move on and eat our rock, if you can still buy them.

Rock on.

A Fact

The Procrastinators’ Club of America sends a newsletter to its members under the masthead Last Month’s Newsletter.

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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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Chance Meetings

Listowel flowers against an old stone wall

Past Pupils

Connie Barry, Cáit McEllistrem, Caitríona Dillon and Julieanne Galvin in Lizzie’s in Listowel on August 2 2024

Friendships made in school often last a lifetime. It was lovely to meet up with these four lovely young ladies. I knew them first when they sat in front of me in their brown uniforms.

I wasn’t the only former teacher they met, for some friendships formed in the staffroom are enduring as well. Breda Ferris, Bridget O’Connor and Geraldine O’Connor and I were dining out too. Lizzie joined us for the photo. She is also a past pupil.

A Horsey Photo

If you love horses but can’t afford one and have nowhere to keep him, you can lease one. This is Róisín with her lovely Eclipse whom she has leased. Happy days!

Taking inspiration

Mick O’Callaghan read a piece on kindness in my book and then he encountered a lad and the meeting plus the reflection inspired him to write this.

Life

There is little joy in growing old, some maturing people say

As they get stressed with the ageing process, trying to cope

With health, death of partners, accommodation

And who will look after their daily needs as they age

Their household and personal requirements

Finances, health issues, nursing home facilities

Or maybe they want to keep their own independence

Will family members pop in and assist with household chores

Will they be able to cook and mind the house

With assistance from home help and meals on wheels

What family member has space in their home where they can live for a while

Will they be able to get respite care when they need it.

Decisions, decisions, mostly out of older peoples’ control

They are really difficult decisions to be decided

Which put a strain on family relations

This can result in arguments and bitter feuds

Which are sometimes nasty and deeply wounding

Often caused by some simple silly remark

Or misrepresentation of some retort

Which should be ignored by sensible  people involved

Sadly, this does not happen on a regular basis

Forgiveness is often forgotten about

I am sorry, I regret what I said or why can’t people say

Sorry I misunderstood what you said or did

Instead of prolonged shouting and arguments

Followed by legal advisers and costly court cases

These bitter family feuds can go on for years and years

Causing more stress, anxiety and tears

This is so sad when a family member dies

And some other members refuse to attend

Wakes, reposing, masses, funerals or cremation services

Tensions are unfortunately unnecessarily risen

There are stern stressed looking countenances

When feuding members meet socially or on the street

Scowling and frowning and attempting avoidance

Eyes down, looking in the other direction

With every facial and body muscle tensed and stressed out

When a simple hello how are you?

Or warm embrace or a hug or handshake

                                                      Could soothe and resolve the nastiest of rows.

In my life I have seen family members excluded from wills

Court cases ensuing, arguments, fights and injuries

Even death and murder most foul

Caused by not getting a few acres of land

A bit of financial endowment or house in a will

And mental and physical stress continues to the grave and beyond.

Mick O Callaghan. June 2024

I love the chorus line of Ken Dodds song  ‘Tears’ written in 1930 that goes ‘Let’s forgive and forget
Turn our tears of regret ,Once more to tears of happiness’

Or as the American journalist, author and world peace advocate Norman Cousins [1915-1990] said ‘Life is an adventure in forgiveness’.

’What a great country we would have If we could have more forgiveness and less tears and regrets.

A Fact

The last time Olympic medals were made of pure gold was in 1904. Nowadays the medals are silver with a gold finish.

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