Showing posts with label Listowel Garden Centre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Listowel Garden Centre. Show all posts

Monday, 28 October 2019

Christmas Shop, More Photos from THE launch and Dublin Marathon 2019

Harvest Home


This lovely display is in Abbeyfeale church.

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Christmas is Coming

Displays in Listowel Garden Centre Christmas Shop












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Memories of the Launch of A Minute of Your Time


Mother and daughter Anne and Cora Darby on stage as Anne read a reflection which was prompted by an incident involving Cora.


My old friend, Assumpta O'Sullivan came from Dublin. She is originally from Killarney.


Barbara Walshe was there on the anniversary of her dear father's death. Many of the reflections in my book are about grief and remembrance.


Brenda Enright was there.


I have known Bridie O'Rourke almost since the first day I came to Listowel.


Canon Declan read me from the altar and reminded the congregation that I was launching my book across the road from the church straight after mass.

Helena Carmody was one of many of my friends from the Vincent de Paul shop who came to enjoy the night with me.

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Chris Grayson, Wild life Photographer and Runner


On the left is Chris Grayson whose  beautiful photographs I often feature on Listowel Connection. He and his friend, Fozzy Forrestal acted as pacers in yesterday's marathon.


Tuesday, 28 November 2017

November's butterfly, Unveiling a Famine Plaque and a Famine window in St. Marys'




Photo: John Kelliher


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 A Timely Poem; November's Butterfly  by Larry Belt

Sometimes in November
When the sun is sitting high
An Autumn breeze will steal the leaves
And cause the trees to cry.

Sometimes in November
A butterfly will appear
A cherished thought, a battle fought
For one you loved so dear.

Sometimes in November
Loved ones pass away
You wallow in grief, seek relief
And then you learn to pray.

Sometimes in November
An angel gets its wings
It's good and bad, but always sad
the joy and pain this brings.

Sometimes in November
A family says goodbye
as Heaven waits
To open its gates
To November's butterfly.

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A Photo from 1975


The occasion was a presentation to Bryan MacMahon by the teachers of Scoil Realta na Maidine

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A Famine Commemoration in November 2017



The plaque was unveiled.




We took a few photos of the dignitaries.



Then we repaired across the way to Ard Churam  for a cup of tea, a chat and a few talks about Listowel and The Famine.


First up was historian and genealogist, Kay Caball. She took us back to the dark days of the 1840s when sending your 14 year old daughter to Australia seemed like the only hope for her future.
I heard a quote recently when someone was referring to today's awful refugee crisis.
"No parent puts his child into a leaky boat on rough seas unless he believes that he is safer there than he is on land."
Listowel in the 1840s and 50s was similar. Parents sent their daughters to the other end of the world and an uncertain future in order to save them from the horrors at home.
Kay's talk was laced with anecdote and human interest stories. The Earl Grey girls came to life before our eyes.


Bryan MacMahon of Ballyheigue has recently published his history of The Famine in North Kerry. He too brought the story to life for us, giving us some insight into the hard task of the relieving officer who had to decide on admissions to the workhouse. His job was at stake if he made a wrong decision.
Bryan told us a story that sent me searching in St. Mary's as soon as I could. According to Bryan's research, the parish priest of Listowel, Fr. Darby OMahoney was particularly kind and caring to his flock during their harsh time. He told us that there is stained glass window in St. Mary's depicting Fr. O'Mahoney ministering to the sick and dying.



The window is in a fairly inaccessible place, in the sanctuary on the right hand side. It depicts Fr. Darby O'Mahoney who was Listowel's parish priest anointing the sick during the Famine. Behind him are some nuns with their mouths covered to prevent infection. In the forefront of the picture is a dead child.



Beside the window is this plaque saying the window and plaque were erected by the people of Listowel.


On Saturday the last  speaker was John Pierse who told us of his desire to see the flower of the lumper on a postage stamp as a fitting memorial of those who were lost when this crop failed in successive years.

All in all, the Listowel Famine commemoration was a very worthwhile event that I am glad to have attended. Well done to all those who made it a success.

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Listowel Garden Centre, November 2017



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Some More Polar Christmas Windows

Here are some more polar train windows from Christmas 2017


Chic's magnificent window with Olive Stack's Christmas scene is a striking first impression for motorists entering town this Christmas.


Vanity Case


Every Woman


Flavins


Footprints


Gentleman Barbers


Horseshoe


Lizzy's Little Kitchen


Lynch's


Mc Gillicuddy's



O'Connor's Pharmacy



Olive Stack's



Woulfe's Bookshop

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McGillicuddy's Toys; A Listowel Institution



McGillicuddy's Toys shared this lovely family photo on Facebook. Seeing it, I was whisked back in time to the days before Facebook and online shopping when Jackie McGillicuddy's was an integral part of a Listowel Christmas.

In the 1970s when I was in the market for toys, Jackie's was a Santa's workshop. He had every toy the heart could wish for and he was so so kind and obliging. He operated a credit scheme for those who found it hard to come up with all the money at once. He also offered free storage until Christmas Eve.
Once, when we had a Christmas disaster and the stylus of the Magna Doodle got thrown out with the wrapping paper, Jackie was the soul of patience and understanding and even borrowed another stylus until the lost one was replaced.

Mary Gore R.I.P. used to be his right hand woman. I remember the year of Polly Pockets. Mary predicted that they would never sell, overpriced and so small that a child might feel thy had got a very poor present. It was one of Mary's few mistakes. She had her finger on the pulse of the children's   toy scene long before we had The Late Late Toy Show to tell us what was a "must have."

Happy days!

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

A Christmas Shop, another Paddy Drury Story and some Winter entertainment





Photo by Deirdre Lyons


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It's Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas

Listowel Garden Centre has its usual host of tempting fare to decorate your house for the holiday season. Here are a few things that caught my eye when I visited.














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This essay was published in Irish Stories of Love and Hope, a book published to raise funds for The Irish Hospice


Loss in the Traveller Community

Dictated by Missy Collins

I lost my eldest son 25 years ago. He was killed in England. He was called Kieran, Kieran  Collins. He was 13 at the time. My brother’s son was killed at the same time. He was 15, Michael. It was a month before my eight child was born. I’ll never forget the day; it was the 20th of June; it was a Sunday. He went out the door that morning along with a whole lot of his friends and Michael, his cousin, with him. About thre o’clock that day (It was a lovely warm day) I seen the policeman approaching our house. Me and my husband,we asked him what’s wrong and he said, “Have ye got a son called Kieran?”. I says,’yeah”. He says;” Will you come inside?” We were ot the front of the house. He told us, he says, ”He’s dead.”

I didn’t know what happened. I remember my husband roarin, but I passed out and ended up in the neighbours house next door. I remember comin’ round after someone giving me brandy on a spoon. My husband was going over to my brother’s house who lived a few streets away and they were roarin after their son being killed. Their youngest, my eldest. We brought them home to Ireland to bury them., the two were buried together. I suppose at that time and I suppose up to this present day, I never really got over it and I never will because, put it this way, it hits me every day of the week but especially at Christmas and birthdays. I still have to go and visit his grave regular. I even came home from England. I have to chat with him. I love to look after the grave.

How did I cope? I was a stronger woman at the time and had other children. I knew I had to keep goin for them. Me faith helped me a lot. I went to healing places and shrines and prayed to God to give me strength to look after my family. I could not look at his picture. I loved to, but couldn’t for at least 14 years. Then I eventually started looking at his picture. Doctors wanted to give me sleeping tablets for my nerves, but my mother said,”Don’t start taking them, Missy because you’ll have to come to terms.” I don’t think I ever came to terms but that my own family and extended family kept me going. My husband never came to terms with it. He couldn’t visit the grave and walked away from it crying. I lost him five years ago. We were very close and the reat of me family were very close to their Daddy. We are not the same since that happened either, the support is gone, the boys were very attached to him and the girls as well. I think all that keeps us going is the graves, both of them are buried together. We go and fix the graves. We’re a very lonely family.


Just to say anyone that loses a family member is never the same again. There’s a part of the family missing. Time heals a bit but you never forget.



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New Kid on the Block



In Listowel Town Square, November 2017



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Another Paddy Drury story as remembered by Jerry Histon in The Shannon Annual in the 1950s


Sometime before Christmas, Paddy dropped into Moyvane church and dropping on one knee ("rabbit shooting" as they call it) started his prayers. The local P.P. saw him, tapped him on the shoulder and said: "Get up, you fool and go and kneel properly." Paddy did so. Later, Paddy came to visit the Christmas crib. He suddenly jumped up, rushed out, found the parish priest and brought him to the crib. "Look! " Paddy cried, "you called me a fool for praying on one knee. Here's three more of them!" (Pointing to the three wise men, who are generally depicted in Cribs as kneeling on one knee).

At the election for county councillors, Paddy went into a Knockanure booth. There were five candidates. Paddy used to vote illiterate. When asked by the presiding officer for whom he wished to cast his number 1, 2 and so on, Paddy’s versified reply was:
A penny for Langan,
tuppence  for Quade,
a three penny bit from a old friend Thade;
Fourpence for Shaughnessy, as you plainly see,
 and fivepence for Woulfe, will make one and three.

During the 1914 1918 war, it was generally held that both Kaiser and King of England were relations (as they were). A local recruiting sergeant stopped Paddy and asked him to join the British Army and "do his bit". Paddy buttonholed the colour sergeant. "Listen," he said "my mother always told me that I should never interfere in family rows."

The parish priest and curate of Moyvane met Paddy one day as he was going to Moyvane, while they were walking along the road. The PP asked Paddy if he was going for "a small one". Paddy says he had hardly the price of it. The PP gave him half a crown. Paddy took it and said "God and Mary bless your reverence." The curate then handed Paddy a shilling. Pocketing it, Paddy said: "God bless your reverence." The PP was intrigued at the difference in the two salutations and asked him what was the difference. "One and six.” was Paddy's prompt reply.

Paddy died about 12 years ago, God rest him. He had a large and representative funeral. He was buried in the ruined church at Knockanure. So, though he did not "travel the nation" he found "the burying plantation that is the pride of them all" as he had himself written.

It is a sad commentary on the fickleness of human esteem to reflect that neither stick nor stone mark poor Paddy's last resting place.

(That last omission has been corrected since this was written)

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Lip Sync is the New Panto

Since time immemorial Irish people have made their one fun to while away the dreary Winter nights. It used to be the pantomine, then it was Tops of the Town, last year it was Strictly Come Dancing and this year it's Lip Sync and Stars in Their Eyes. The key ingredient in all of these shows is local people entertaining local people.

On Saturday November 18 2017 Listowel Community Centre was the venue for the local Lip Sync event. I wasn't there but I've seen the videos and heard the reports and it was a night to remember. Here are a few of John Kelliher's photos. They were all winners but the top accolade on the night went to a group of nuns worshipping at the altar of The Gooch. Kick the Habit were sponsored by Spar and the whole event was in aid of Kerry Parents and Friends.











Meanwhile in Asdee Sonny Egan was wowing them at Stars in Their Eyes. Sonny was no match for our own "Beach Boys" who were one of the winners on the night.



Listowel Folk Group members, Jim Hannon, Denis O'Rourke, Mike Moriarty, Paddy McElligott and John Kinsella aka The Beachboys.