Roses at the Courthouse in June 2024

Aoife loves Watering

Little Aoife came for a Kerry visit on the June weekend.

When you are watering Nana’s flowers it is essential to test the temperature of the water with your hand.

Doesn’t seem to be much growing here but a spot of watering might bring it on.

Can’t open the tap but easy to refill a watering can from Nana’s one.

Now the best part, making a puddle for stomping in. Peppa made me do it.

Joy Unconfined

First European athletics gold since 1998.

The Irish 4×400 metres relay quartet of Chris O’Donnell, Rhasidat Adeleke, Thomas Barr and Sharlene Mawdsley finished 0.77 seconds ahead of Italy with the fancied Netherlands team led by Femke Bol having to settle for bronze.

The Pain of Emigration

by Martin Coffey

‘My mother’s heart was broken

My father’s heart was too

The day I walked out through this door

And bade a fond adieu

I was only sixteen years of age

And thought I knew it all

The world it was my oyster

And I had heard the call

To take the boat to England

And sail the Irish Sea

To seek out fame and fortune

And notoriety

The streets were paved with gold I’d heard

And work was everywhere

I’d fill my pockets to the brim

With coins of every fare

So off I set that very day

The weather warm and mild

My parents standing at the door

As they watched their only child

My mother’s tears ran down her face

Like raindrops in the night

My dear beloved father

He held her close and tight

And soon enough I landed

On England’s rugged shore

I was looking for a place to stay

I knocked on every door

All the rooms were taken

I stood and wondered why

Then I saw a sign that read

No Irish need apply

As time went by I found it hard

To try and make ends meet

Without a bed to lay my head

I slept out on the street

I sent a letter once or twice

To my dearest darling mother

I told a lie that things were good

And then I told another

For many years things just got worse

And then I took to drink

I lost all sense of place and time

My life went down the sink

And then one day it happened

I decided to go home

I’d step onboard the boat once more

And sail across the foam

I couldn’t wait to see the smile

Upon my mother’s face

To see my father’s cheery grin

And to feel his loving grace

The journey back it took no time

I soon stepped off the boat

The air was chilled with Irish mist

I then put on my coat

I walked along the country road

Where I had walked before

I couldn’t wait to hear the knock

Upon my mother’s door

It was then I met a neighbour

Who lived way up the lane

His frame had aged his hair was grey

His face was filled with pain

He looked so sad and so forlorn

As he gently came my way

He said he was so sorry

For those who’d passed away

He said my darling mother

Died from a broken heart

My dearest father also went

With her he couldn’t part

He said he sent a letter

To a priest in Cricklewood

To tell me what had happened

To find me if he could

It was then I saw this little house

All broken and forlorn

The window in the room was broke

The room where I was born

I walked up very slowly

And knocked upon the door

Imagining that I could hear

My mother’s voice once more

I then walked to their graveside

That was placed upon a hill

Teardrops rolling down my cheeks

The air was quiet and still

And there they lay so peacefully

My parents meek and mild

As here I stood with a broken heart

Their one and only child…’

The Boy who Kicked the Nun

Mick O’Callaghan made me a gift of his recently launched memoir. Mick grew up in Tralee and now lives in retirement in Gorey.

In a very full life, growing up in Tralee, playing in John B. Keane plays, boxing, involvement with local organisations, walking and writing, Mick ‘s tale is an engaging one.

I had a lovely chat with Mick and his lovely wife, Margaret.

The book is available in Woulfe’s. I’d highly recommend it

A Fact

King Charles 111 banknotes went into circulation on June 5 2024. His image is on the £5, the £10, the £20 and the £50.