Thursday, 27 June 2013

"My heart's best treasure is no more"


He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song....

My beloved husband, Jim, passed away peacefully on Sunday June 23 2013. I am going to post here the eulogy our daughter, Anne, delivered at the funeral and then I will take a break from blogging for a while.  Jim and I were a team and it's hard to carry on with the best man down.


What can I say to you about my lovely father, Jim Cogan?
 He grew up in Cork, the son of an English mother and Cork father, the second youngest of 4.  Jim’s mother was a convert to Catholicism and had all the zeal of a convert.  The family was a religious one.  After school, Jim entered the SMA order.  They had a church near his home in Cork.  For a while, Jim was happy in the order and he made many lifelong friends during his time in Galway, Dromantine and UCC.  But religious life was not for him and he had the courage to leave 6 months before ordination.  Jim had many fond memories of his time with the SMA.  It was always part of who he was.

Jim got his first temporary teaching job in Scoil Mhuire, Kanturk where he met Mary, the love of his life.  That was his first step towards the Kerry border.  In the Summer of ’73, he saw an ad. in the paper for a Science Teacher’s job in St. Michael’s, Listowel – a place he couldn’t even find on the map.   He made his first trip here for his interview with Father Diarmuid O’Suilleabáin.  Those were different times.  The interview took place in the principal’s house.  Interview over, Jim was told he had the job and Father O’Sullivan asked him to stay for tea which he cooked for him himself.  So began Jim’s long association with Listowel.   

Father O’Sullivan recognized the counsellor in Jim and he retrained as a Guidance Counsellor.  Subsequent principals & colleagues in St. Michaels did everything they could to make life easier for Jim.  In his time in school, Jim touched many lives.  Only Mary knew the enormous effort it took on cold wet mornings to get himself to work, but with characteristic determination, Jim pushed himself to give his best effort always.  It gave him enormous pleasure to get an email from a past pupil and he loved to hear that a man he had helped had done well and gone on to be happy in life.

Jim was hopeless at remembering names.  When he and Mary were out walking, if she saw someone whose name he should know approaching, she would say ‘Let me take your photograph with… announcing the name loudly and clearly.  All that photograph taking was only a ruse.  Jim became the most photographed person in Listowel.

Jim was at the head of every technology curve.  He was one of the first with a home computer, and an electronic organizer.  He embraced the ebook which changed his life.  He inspired the rest of the family towards technology which is a lasting and fruitful influence on us all.  Mary, who is famous in our family for once turning over a CD to play the other side, is now the unofficial Listowel blogger thanks to Jim.

Jim was always fascinated by new inventions and gadgets and he shared that passion with his late brother, John.  As soon as his disability began to affect his everyday life, John stepped in to invent and adapt simple things to help with everyday tasks.

As his disability increased, so did his determination to find new technologies to help him overcome these disabilities.  Everyone who knew him was familiar with his mastery of hands-free devices.  He was an expert on voice-recognition software and few things gave him more pleasure than the discovery of a new piece of software that enabled him to do something for himself.  A friend of ours tells a story of the day that she and her young son visited our house while Jim was on his computer.  When they got home, Padraig, aged four at the time, sat in front of his computer and issued the commands ‘Wake up’ ‘Mouse Up’ ‘Mouse Down’ and was so disappointed when his mouse wouldn’t obey as Jim’s did.

My father was a ladies man.  Most of Jim’s best friends were women.  Apart from Mary, some other women had a special place in his heart.  What would he have done without Joan, Helen, Breeda & Eileen?  His advancing disabilities brought even more ladies into his life.  Jim had PA’s, home-help, Cathy Corps and the twilight service, and the Community Care team.  These all enabled him to live at home to the end.  His final days were spent in the Bons, Tralee where he was given exceptional care and attention by all the friends he had made over a very long association with that hospital.  It gives us, his family, great consolation that he was able to be at home with Mary for so long and his last days were in familiar surroundings among friends.

Faced with battle after battle in his 65 years of life, Jim Cogan’s quiet courage and resillience is an inspiration to us all.  Coming to Listowel, and particularly Cherrytree Dr. was to be one of the better moves of his life. But by far the best move he ever made was in marrying Mary Ahern from Kanturk.  He drew love and strength from their relationship, and she was his very own Listowel Connection for over 40 years. I know that he would want me to thank her for absolutely everything.

In Listowel, he found himself among a supportive community of neighbours, friends and colleagues. Throughout his life Jim had a wonderful capacity for making and keeping friends. He was a wonderful father and grandfather.  He was very proud of us and we are very proud of him. Thank you.


Among the many messages of condolence was this lovely one from Jim's old friend, Bernard Lynch

"I am so sorry to hear the sad news of Jim's passing. If Jim is not with God, then there is no God. Ever since I first met him in 1965 I found him to be one of the most transparently credible human beings I have ever known.

In Jim's eyes the difference of social position, of intellect, of culture, which different people exhibit, and on which they so fantastically pin their pride, was so small as practically to vanish. For him, as I knew him, all that remained was the common fact that here we are, each of us pent into peculiar difficulties, with which we must struggle by using whatever fortitude and goodness we can summon up. He was more lovingly aware than most of the depths of worth that lay hidden in each person's life.

To paraphrase Yeats

                                Rich memories, nothing but memories
                                But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed
                                The certainty that I shall see that man
                                Leaning or standing or walking
                                As in the first loveliness of his youth
                                And with the burning fervour of his youthful eyes
                                Has left me muttering like a fool...."


Tuesday, 25 June 2013

U12 Shannon Gaels,

Now who have we are?
 This GAA team plays football, not in Listowel, not even in North Kerry but in New York. These lads are the Under 12 Shannon Gaels Champions 2013.

They will be in  Listowel  on Aug 18 th at the  Tim Keneally U12  Tournament in Frank Sheehy Park. The boys are  sons  of  Irish emigrants  from all over  Ireland  and  several with Listowel and Kerry Connections. They are coached   by Robert Corridan and  Breffni Smith .

Monday, 24 June 2013

Peig Sayers; a Listowel connection

This book has been much in the news recently. The co-author, Michael Carney, is the last person born on the Great Blasket, the only inhabitable one of the 6 islands, to write an account of life there. The Blasket islands have been uninhabited since 1953. Only 10 native islanders survive and all are very elderly.

Michael Carney was born on the island in 1920 and lived there until he was 16.

I read a review of the book by Darragh MacManus and that review has spurred me to read the memoir itself. When Mike was growing up on the Great Blasket , the island people had no post office,  no shop, no car, no electricity, no phone, no running water, no church, no doctor or nurse, no horse, no proper roads, no machinery and no pub .  They literally had nothing.

It was the tragic death of Mike's brother, Séanín, which led eventually to the complete evacuation of the last remaining 22 citizens in 1953.  In 1964 just before Christmas, Seainín ÓCearna contracted meningitis. The weather was too bad and the sea too rough to get him to the mainland or to bring a doctor from the mainland to him.  His preventable death and the subsequent delay in getting to the mainland for a coffin was the impetus the islanders needed to put pressure on the DeValera government to relocate them.

Mike says " Some people cannot get the island out of their system. I think about it every day and still dream about it every night. I am an islandman at heart and will be until the day I die."


People often marvel at how Listowel has produced so many writers. Even more extraordinary is the number of writers produced by one small isolated island off the west Kerry coast. The Great Blasket at its peak  had only 176 inhabitants in 1916.

The most famous of the chroniclers of life on The Blasket was Peig Sayers.

This rare photo of Brendan Behan and Peig was posted online by a Michael Murphy.

Recently I discovered that a Listowel family have a close family link with Peig.

In her biography, Peig describes 2 periods she spent "in aimsir",  i. e. working as a servant girl. The first of these tréimhsí was spent  with a family in Dingle. Peig describes her time in the Curran house with affection. The bean an tí, her boss, was kind to her and  she loved the children, particularly Seáinín.

Now for the Listowel connection. This Curran family is the family of Anne Moloney of Cherrytree Drive. Unfortunately, Anne has no photo of herself with Peig since she was very young when Peig died, but she secured from another member of her family this photo of Peig with them.

1936 approx.

Standing back L to R : Mary Curran ( Anne Moloney's grandmother) , Ogie Mehigan ( Anne's first cousin) Eileen Scully nee Curran (Anne's mother)
Seated L to R: Fr Morgan Curran and his sister Sr Felicitas Curran ( Anne's uncle and aunt)  Peig Sayers, "Auntie" Ciss Mehigan nee Scully
Front L to R : Gussie Mehigan, on Peig's lap, John Scully ( known by Peig as Seáinín) ( Anne's eldest brother)
We're not sure who the boy with his back to us is!

Since Anne was not born when Peig was in her family home, her memories of Peig are as an old lady. Peig Sayers spent the last years of her life in Dingle hospital. We know from her own account that Peig had "galar an tabac" and was once reduced to filling her dúidín (clay pipe) with tea when she was gasping for a smoke and no tobacco was to be had. But our Peig was no saint. She was also fond of a drop. Anne remembers being sent up to the hospital with a naggin of whiskey that some kind benefactor had bought in Currans for Peig.

While the search for a photo of Peig with the Curran family was going on, Kay Caball, Anne's sister in law, came up with a photo of Peig with the Moloney family of Listowel.

Back L to R
Micheal O Guithín, Peig Sayers, Dan Moloney
Front L to R
Unknown, Margaret Moloney

The photos were scanned and sent by Maeve Moloney, Anne's daughter, and she tells me that she has been motivated to re read Peig's story.

Maeve found the following interesting titbit in Wikipaedia:

The book was for a long time required reading in secondary schools in Ireland. As a book with arguably sombre themes (its latter half cataloguing a string of family misfortunes), its presence on the Irish syllabus was criticised for some years. From 1960 the Irish population was urbanising, a process that led to the "Celtic Tiger" economy in the 1990s, and Peig's tales of woe in rural surroundings confirmed to many students that Irish was a language of poverty and misery, while English was considered the language of science and commerce.


Friday, 21 June 2013

Corpus Christi Procession, May 2013 and JFK visit

Here are a few more photos of local people at the Corpus Christi procession in May 2013.

This photo shows the procession at the end of Library Road. The other photos I took from the gate of Gaelscoil Lios Tuathail, at Denis Kelly's Corner.


Only in Kerry

Sign on Listowel Tralee road



Because of The Obama family visit and the Kennedy clan gathering in Wexford JFK's visit has been much in the news lately.

Ah! I remember it well.


Pat Healy is in Royal Ascot

Thursday, 20 June 2013

John B. Keane, Flavin Sweeney wedding 1946 and Listowel shops 2009

This following is an article from a recent edition of The Irish Independent.

She gave Dad his best lines


'I often say that if my mother got six weeks at the economy, she'd straighten it out," laughs Billy Keane, eldest son of Mary, 84, and the late, great writer, John B Keane. "She is amazing with money and would cut out all unnecessary spending, but she also has a great heart. I may be running the pub, but my mam is still the boss and she has a great work ethic. I always say that I'd give her redundancy, but I couldn't afford it as she's been here since 1955."

'I often say that if my mother got six weeks at the economy, she'd straighten it out," laughs Billy Keane, eldest son of Mary, 84, and the late, great writer, John B Keane. "She is amazing with money and would cut out all unnecessary spending, but she also has a great heart. I may be running the pub, but my mam is still the boss and she has a great work ethic. I always say that I'd give her redundancy, but I couldn't afford it as she's been here since 1955."
He's only joking, of course, and indeed the fun flows throughout my gorgeous lunch at the family-run John B Keane pub, in Listowel, Co Kerry. Then again, laughter is fitting as it is here that some of the funniest and most moving plays in Irish history were written including plays like The Love-Hungry Farmer which returns by popular demand to the Gaiety.
The warm and welcoming Mary lost her beloved John B to cancer in May 2002, and Ireland lost one of its most celebrated writers. And none felt it as keenly as his wife, three sons Billy, Conor and John, and daughter Joanna.
"He was too good to lose, which made it very difficult," says Billy, while Mary says that John B was her best friend and they were inseparable in his final years. They met at a dance at the Listowel Races when both were 20. He was a chemist's assistant who also wrote poetry, not that Mary knew that when they met. Her dad had a shop, selling everything from bread to methylated spirits, and she worked there, and also went on to train as a hairdresser- cum-beauty therapist.
"I thought John was fine," she said. "People said to me, 'Do you know that he's a poet?' and I said 'What?' And a while later, a girl at work said, 'There's a poem in The Kerryman today and you're mentioned in it'. That was the only paper that would take him, but he used to write lovely poetry. He wrote very nice letters to me, and one day he asked why I never wrote back, and I said, 'Sure what have I to say to you?'"
Eventually, what she did say was yes, of course, and they were married in 1955, the year they bought the pub, which is also their family home. Mary grew up just outside Castleisland, as the second-youngest of Cornelius and Bridget O'Connor's five children, but her mother tragically died in childbirth aged just 36, when Mary was two.
"My dad was always crying after her, so I didn't know what marriage between a man and woman was like," she recalls. "The first argument I had with John was a fine one, and I said, 'Oh my marriage is gone. It didn't last long at all.' But we made up and it lasted another 47 years."
The first child, Billy, was born in 1957, a lively child who hung out with boys from local families like the Sextons (he is godfather to rugby star Jonathan Sexton.) "We were cracked young fellas," he says. "My mother wasn't that strict and my dad wasn't strict at all. He had a bit of a temper, but never with us and he never slapped us. Although he gave me a mild kick in the arse when I came home at five in the morning one Christmas Eve. Mam called the shots and she was, and still is, a great businesswoman. I think she wanted to be the best mother in the world because she grew up without her own mother, and she did a great job. She is very funny and comes out with amazing statements, and I always think my dad plagiarised some of his best lines from her."
Billy studied law after school and became a solicitor, but found that it wasn't the career for him. He took over the running of the pub at 34, and is married to teacher Elaine. Of their four children, Anne, 26, and Laura, 24, are studying law, while Lainey, 21, is training to be a teacher and educational psychologist. John, 17, is still at school.
Billy also writes, and is a newspaper columnist.
"Billy is a great son, and I love him dearly, like the others," says Mary. "He is maturing to my satisfaction," she adds, while Billy says that the process will probably be complete by the time he's 98.
John B famously wrote 18 plays and 32 works of prose and poetry sitting in the corner of the bar. His first break came in 1959 when the Listowel Drama Group won first prize at the All-Ireland Amateur Drama Festival with his play, Sive.
"John always wanted to be a writer, but had no luck at all at first," says Mary. "We went to a play and afterwards, he felt he could do better than that, so he got a copybook and had Sive almost ready in a week. He sent it to The Abbey and they wouldn't look at him, but when it won the Esso trophy, it changed our lives."
Billy says that he got his imagination and ability to move on from the past from his father, as well as his sense of fair play and anarchic sense of humour. His dad was brave, he says, often taking stances on political issues, while his mum was tough and he attributes his ability to see things through to her.
"There is great humour in his plays, such as The Love-Hungry Farmer, and at the time my father felt that Ireland was a sexually repressed society," he says. "While he sometimes got himself into bother with his stances, he realised that laughter was the best weapon. He and my mother were always out for the underdog, and you couldn't meet two more decent and generous people."
Des Keogh will return to the Gaiety Theatre for one week only in 'The Love-Hungry Farmer' from June 17.
Tickets: 0818 719 388 or
Visit John B Keane's pub, 37 William Street, Listowel, Co Kerry.
Irish Independent

Mary Keane at the door of John B.'s


Businesses no longer in business


Flavin Sweeney wedding  1946

 2nd, lL to R, Maureen Flavin Sweeney Blacksod Bay, 5th L to R Theresa Flavin Kennelly Knockanure, 6th L to R, Peg Connor Moran, Knockanure 


Signs of hope!

This sign which was just being put up beside The Mermaids said Fantasy Room. It appears to be a new function room.

Mr. Signs, Martin Chute was painting a new sign at Fitzgeralds.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

McKenna's Social, Corpus Christi and a Moloney family from Duagh

 McKenna's Social from Junior Griffin  (continued)

At the request of the staff members I organised another trip in 1963, this time to Galway taking in Salthill also. The new Galway Cathedral was almost completed at that time and we spent a long time walking through and admiring this beautiful church.
My most abiding memory of that day was our stop in Ennis.

Through our then local travel agent, the late Michael Kennelly  I had organised lunch at the Old Ground Hotel in Ennis and on arriving we all trooped in.There was many non staff members on this tour  also and I finished up at a table with just Tim Shanahan and myself. Many will remember Tim from the paint department and from the glass cutting at McKenna's.
We were all viewing our menus when the swing doors from the kitchen area were literally burst open and in a John Wayne like swagger, what I would call a portly, pompous gentleman wearing a dickie bow  confronted us.

Standing in the middle of the room and clapping his hands he exclaimed, "Attention please, who is in charge here ?".  I'm afraid the eyes of my colleagues turned to me and like a frightened school-boy and putting up my hand I retorted, "I am sir". Turning to the waiter and clicking his fingers and then pointing towards me , "Waiter," he said, "that gentleman  is free"
Yes, I did get my free lunch but it proved to be a costly one  for many years to follow, as when any discussion of food came up at shop level Tim Shanahan would always remark;  "Ah, you did me out of a meal. If you had said that I organized that trip with you, I would have got a free meal that day above in Ennis as well."

Just a few memories of days gone by, as said previously our staff social went from strength to strength for many years after, even getting tickets for McKenna's social at times were harder to come by than a ticket for a  Kerry/Dublin All Ireland final. 

Thank you Junior for those lovely memories


Some more photos of people walking in the Corpus Christi procession 2013


Fr Denis Moloney with  his sister and his father, John Moloney of Islandanny, Duagh.



Máire MacMahon's picture is quite a talking point. Maura Brennan of Colbert Street and now New York contacted Margaret Dillon to give us 2 extra names.

Back Row second from left is Sheila Brosnan of Woodford.
Second from right is Noreen O'Connor McAleer of Ballygologue and now Chicago 

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

McKenna's social, Corpus Christi procession 2013

I posted this photo a while back with names supplied by Jer Kennelly. The photo was much commented on  and a few of the names were corrected. I asked Junior Griffin to take a look. He did better than that. He gave me the names and the back story so here you have it, in Junior's own words.

Hi Mary,
Starting this on Thurs. afternoon but God only knows when I will complete it.
Firstly, re the list for photo that Jer sent you, he has a lot of the names correct but not all. I list as follows;

Seated, left to right; Angela O'Flaherty (maiden name Hayes), A.N.Other but definitely not Kathleen Clifford, Maureen O' Connor (Buckley), Kathleen O'Regan.

Middle row, standing; Eileen O'Mahony (O'Connor), Kathleen O'Brien (Murphy), Mikey O'Connor, Pat Walsh, Junior Griffin, Sean Lynch, Dick Kiely, Willie Barrett,Tim Shanahan, John O'Mahoney,Tom O'Connell (a brother of Ned's who worked in McKenna's), Michael Crowley, Margaret Crowley(Stack). Note; behind the Crowley's are three faces. I would be almost certain that the face looking over Ml. Crowley's right shoulder is Kathy O'Connor, Mikey's wife; other 2 unknown

Back row; Michael O'Neill, Brendan Daly, Kathleen Daly, Tom O'Connor, Mickey O'Mahoney, John Daly

Just a small follow up on our first social held in the Hotel on January 8th, 1962. 
It all originated from a Ring of Kerry staff  tour that I was asked to organise on the last weekend of August. With 10 shillings left over and a chat with Michael O'Neill down in Waterville on the day of our trip the social seed was planted.

I don't remember who we booked the hotel with but I remember well on New Years Day, which was one week before the social date, the four of our committee, Michael O'Neill , Brendan Daly, Dick Kiely and myself being summoned to the Square by John Joe Kenny, the butcher , where the Veterinary Centre is now based . I can't place whether we were working then on new Year's Day or not but being a Monday it would have been a half day.
At his door John Joe met us. "Lads," he said, "ye will have to call off that do next week. I won't be able to supply the turkeys. Put it off for a week." We were literally stuck to the ground and there was no chatting back with John Joe. 

I remember well the four of us standing on a snow clad Square and wondering what in the name of God would we do, with tickets printed and at that stage many sold. We decided to go to the Hotel to see could we change the date.

We met the manageress who was a Miss Olivia Featherston,  a native of County Roscommon and who, not too long after that, was to marry Tommy Murphy of William Street.  
We asked her was it possible to change our social date for a week. She queried why and we told her that Mr. Kenny could not supply the turkeys. She looked at us and exclaimed, "you are not serious".

She said it was I engaged the fowl from Mr Kenny and he had no right what so ever to consult ye.  If Mr Kenny cannot supply me with what I want I have many other contacts who would be only too delighted to supply my order.
To make my story short, our social went ahead as booked on Jan. 8th, and John Joe did supply the turkeys. Miss Featherston certainly put John Joe in his place.

That year, of course, the hotel was called "The White Horse Inn" and was owned by renowned singer Josef Locke. The name of the hotel called after one of his great numbers.

Mr Locke was on tour at that time but to our luck he returned the evening of our social and went on stage during the night for us and sang  several of his well known numbers including Blaze Away, Hear my Song, Goodbye and  The Drinking Song amongst others. It really made our night for us and indeed it was the talk of the town for a long time afterwards that Josef Locke sang at McKenna's social.

For me personally it was a wonderful thrill as I have always been a great fan of Josef Locke.
Early on in his career it was the operatic scene that Locke had in his mind.
After the death of Enrico Caruso in the 1920's two of the world's most acclaimed tenor's of that era were Italy's Beniamino Gigli and our own John McCormack. 
In the 1940's Gigli was in concert in Covent Garden, London and his under study was none other than Josef Locke, such was the esteem that Locke was held in around  that time.
Following advice from John McCormack, however, who felt that Locke's voice was more suited to the lighter repertoire rather than the operatic career he had in mind, McCormack urged Locke to find an agent, thus he found the noted impresario, Jack Hylton, who booked him but could not fit his full name on the bill, thus Joseph McLaughlin became Josef Locke, and the rest, they say, is history.

That year, 1962, saw the Arms Hotel change hands and I can't exactly remember the reason but our second social was held in Tralee, the hotel was unavailable for a period of time but we did return to the renamed  Arms Hotel for many years to come. 

Ah yes, many happy days (and nights).
Best wishes
Junior Griffin

( to be continued tomorrow)


Presidential candidates and their spouses 1990


Some photos I took at the Corpus Christi procession this year.


Warning: the following is in French. It is an interview with my 7 year old grandson who, last week, was "expat of the week " among French children in Cork.  Indulge a proud Nana or simply ignore.

Du haut de ses 7 ans, Seán est un petit garçon qui apprécie les plaisirs de la vie. Il aime beaucoup faire la fête et rigoler. Même s'il prend beaucoup de plaisir à vivre en Irlande, son pays natal, c’est en France qu'il s’amuse le plus. Il attend donc les grandes vacances avec impatience

L’année scolaire en Irlande
 Né en Irlande, Seán a une maman française et un papa irlandais. Il vit à Cork depuis qu'il est né. C'est aussi là qu'il va à l'école. Aujourd'hui, c'était : "la Journée sur l’Inde", car il y a une petite fille d’origine indienne dans sa classe. Il a découvert des danses indiennes, mais aussi des chansons et de la nourriture de l’Inde. "C’était bien,"dit-il en souriant. D’ailleurs, Seán apprécie l’école. Il trouve les maths assez facile, par contre il pense que la langue irlandaise est fort compliquée car "les mots sont très différents." Il est très content de savoir "parler deux langues, comme ça tu peux parler avec beaucoup plus de gens."
Seán aime s’amuser et bouger 
Quand il rentre de l'école, il y a une nounou qui s'occupe de lui et de son frère jusqu'à ce que sa maman rentre du travail. Seán est un garçon bien actif. Après les devoirs, il fait beaucoup de sport. Il va jouer au football et prend des cours de tennis. Il aime aussi beaucoup nager. Même son anniversaire, il le fête dans un lieu où l’on bouge et s’amuse. Il se souvient que sa maman les a emmené à Chuckies. Il pouvait faire du rodéo sur un "bull et si tu tombes, tu perds ton tour." Il y a là plein de jeux pour se distraire et s'amuser.

Les vacances en France, c’est la fête 
Seán attend les vacances avec beaucoup d'impatience. Avec son frère jumeau et ses parents, ils vont les passer en France. Rien que d’y penser, c’est déjà la fête. Le voyage est assez long car ils prennent le bateau entre Cork et la Bretagne, mais qu’importe. Il y a "beaucoup de gens. On a une cabine, il y a un restaurant, un cinéma et aussi un spectacle de magie." Et puis en France, "on peut se coucher plus tard. On va à la plage, on joue et il y a les cousins." Et en plus, "je peux manger des moules et des crevettes." nous dit-il ravi. Seán ajoute : "Il y a trop de pluie en Irlande". Il n’y a pas assez de plages à son goût. Car son rêve secret, "c’est de voir beaucoup de plages dans le monde. En Amérique, parce qu’il fait plus chaud qu’ici."
Propos recueillis par Isabelle Barth,


Safe Tractor Driving Skills Course for youths aged between 14-16 years will be held in Listowel Mart on Tuesday June 25,2013 between 10am and 4pm. The Course costs 30 euro or 15 euro if your family is in receipt of social welfare payments or an employment scheme such as CE, RSS, TUS etcetera. For more information or to book a place for your son or daughter please contact North and East Kerry Development reception on 068 23429 before Wednesday June 19.