Garden of Europe and some Listowel changes

Garden of Europe

The Garden of Europe is a great place for a walk with the visitors.

These trees behind the holocaust memorial have grown big and tall and now completely enclose the garden. There is also a new walkway behind these trees which the boys loved to explore.

One of the joys of visiting here is the chance to see birds and other wildlife. Birdsong is a constant soundtrack accompanying your every step.

The boys were fascinated by the oldest plant in the garden.

 Bust of Schiller.

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Dead?

What has happened to this tree in the park? It is completely bare.

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That was then;   this is now

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Savannah McCarthy receiving her Radio Kerry Sports star of the month award sponsored by Radleys in Tralee  alongside her Dad Stephen and Weeshie Fogarty.                            (from Listowel Celtic)

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Emmetts ladies

Listowel Emmetts Ladies Football have a new Facebook page.

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History Lesson

As se commemorate the beginning of WW1 let us never forget that those who fail to learn the lessons of history are destined to repeat them.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,


Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.


They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;


They fell with their faces to the foe.



They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:


Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning


We will remember them.



They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;


They sit no more at familiar tables of home;


They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;


They sleep beyond England's foam.



But where our desires are and our hopes profound,


Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,


To the innermost heart of their own land they are known


As the stars are known to the Night;



As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,


Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;


As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,


To the end, to the end, they remain.

From For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon