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Monday, 10 February 2020

Launch of Mary Lavery Carrig's Haiga , Listowel St. V.de P. shop and some folklore

Dogs in Banna; Bridget O'Connor

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People at a Launch

Here are a few photos I took at the launch of Mary Lavery Carrig's exhibition which is currently hanging in St. John's, Listowel


Childhood friend, Declan Downey launched the exhibition.



Jim and Susan are artists and came to lend their support.



John McGrath was Mary's teacher back in the day.


Art lovers and artist, Mary, Matt and Maeve Mooney



Family, friends and neighbours were in St. John's to support.


Máire Logue was our hostess and Mary provided us with a sumptuous feast. There was food for the body and soul in St. John's on Feb. 1 2020.

I have never before got a chocolate covered strawberry at a launch! Thank you, Mary

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A Charm, a Cure and Unhappy Priest

A Tale from a Rathea child in the Schools' Folklore Collection

Mickey Hussey was a native of Banemore. He was a charm setter. He was a small man with a hump. He used to be going round with an ass and car. He was well liked by everybody.
He always obliged his neighbours as far as he could. One night there was a woman living in Gleannaléime and she was very bad. A varicose vein bursted in her leg. The priest was sent for and he only gave her a few hours to live. After the priest was gone her son made for Banemore to Mickey. 

Mickey was not inside he was at Jerr Finnerty's house. The son had only such a limit of time and he told his story to Mickey. Mickey went out and brought in two dog-briars. He split them into two and set them apart in the table. As he was saying the words the briars were drawing close to each other. And at that moment the cock flew out through the coope and crew three times up in the table in front of Mikey. There was neigbours inside and they got in dread when they saw the cock. And Mickey said you amadán if he didn't do that sure my work would be no good. 

Before the son arrived home the Mother was alright. Next morning the priest came and he was surpised when he saw her. So they told him their story and he became very angry. He said he would excommunicate him from the Church if he would not give up this work. All Mikey said was "I saved her life and let you save her soul". When the Fennertys went out the cock was dead outside the door.


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Vincent de Paul Shop Makeover


Listowel's St. Vincent de Paul shop looks twice the size since its recent revamp. It still has all the same lovely smiling faces to greet you when you shop there. It's open on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays from 11.00 a.m. to 5.00 p.m.






Above are just some of the friendly hard working volunteers. I'll have to call in again to catch the rest of them.

Monday, 25 September 2017

WW1 Poem, people at Ladies Day 2017, some timeless Kerry humour and Culture Night 2017 in Listowel


Photo: Chris Grayson

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A Poem from The Trenches of WW1 is uncovered

This photo and story is from The Irish Post


The photograph was taken at Cornelius’ home at 40 Shannon Street in Bandon after his return from the war.
It shows the O’Mahoney family posing for the camera in front of their humble Co. Cork home – their graceful mother sat wearing a smile, exuding pride.

A MOVING poem written by an Irish soldier during World War One has been unearthed in an attic in Britain over a century on.

Peter ‘Derry’ McCarron was clearing the house of his late mother in Kendal, Cumbria when he discovered the poem within a stack of old documents.
The verses were written by his great-uncle Cornelius O’Mahoney, who was born at 40 Shannon St (now Oliver Plunkett St) in Bandon, Co. Cork in 1889.
Cornelius was 26 when he fought in the Dardanelles, Turkey in 1915 for the 1st Royal Munster Fusiliers – who lost over a third of their regiment during the Great War.
His beautiful poem – titled simply ‘The Royal Munster Fusiliers’ – was dedicated to the “memory of our dear comrades who died in Seddul-Bahr, April 25 1915.” It reads:

‘They are gone, they are gone

Yet their memory shall cherish

Our brave boys who perished

And crossed over the bar

O’er their graves now the wild hawk

Doth mournfully hover
In that lone weary jungle

Of wild Seddul-Bahr
In
In the highest of spirits they

Went through the Dardanelles

And scattered their rifles

O’er the hills afar

Not knowing their days

On this Earth they were numbered

When the regiment arrived
In wild Seddul-Bahr

Shot down in their gloom

And the pride of their manhood

But God’s will be done

’Tis the fortune of war

With no fond mother’s words

To console their last moments

Far, far from their homesteads

In wild Seddul-Bahr.

May they rest, may they rest

Unhallowed in story

Tho’ their graves they are cold

Neath that lone Turkish star

Yet their presence is missed

From the ranks of the Munsters

Our heroes who slumber

In wild Seddul-Bahr.’

Following the Royal Munster Fusiliers’ disastrous campaign in the Dardanelles, Cornelius O’Mahoney’s unit was redeployed to the Western Front after a humiliating retreat.
“It was a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire,” Derry, who was delighted to discover his great-uncle’s moving stanzas so many years on, told The Irish Post.
“Cornelius thankfully survived the Western Front and most of his family went to England after the warFollowing the Irish War of Indepencence, the Irish Civil War and establishment of the independent Irish Free State in 1922, The Royal Munster Fusiliers were disbanded.
On June 12 of that year, five regimental Colours were laid up in a ceremony at St George’s Hall, Windsor Castle in the presence of HM King George V.
Nevertheless, the regiment chose to have its standard remain in St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin.
The Royal Munsters won three Victoria Crosses in total during the Great War.
“Cornelius died in Shanakiel, Co. Cork in the late 1950s. His youngest son John Joe stayed in Bandon and died only around 15 years ago,” Derry said.
He added: “I found his poem among old documents when we cleared my mother’s house in Cumbria. It was a beautiful surprise.”
Derry kindly provided The Irish Post with a picture of a young Cornelius with his mother, two brothers, and two sisters taken almost a century ago.

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He who loves himself will never be short of admirers




Picture shared by Banksy on Twitter. Words of wisdom from an old sage.

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More from Ladies Day 2017


I spotted Yankee Doodle making his way among the crowd.



Mary O'Halloran can be depended on to look stylish and beautifully co ordinated and groomed.


Our own Donal Lynch with some well dressed contenders.



This lady had half a bird on her head for the jazzy hat competition.



The style on the stage was matched by the style in the audience.

 Junior met an old friend at The Races



Joan and Caroline Kenny were at The Races with Helen Holyoake of Houston (and formerly Listowel)

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Vincent Doyle sent us a laugh


This great story was recorded in 1938 by a Moyvane lad, William Kiely. 
Humour is timeless.

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Culture Night 2017

I was not in town for Culture Night this year. I was in Tralee. I'll tell you about that tomorrow. But I have curated a collection of photos from Facebook, describing the great night I missed.

Listowel Writers' Week took a leading role in Culture Night activities of Friday September 22 2017. They organised Poetry in Locomotion in collaboration with the Lartigue Monorail and they held the Listowel launch of Fergal Keane's book of love and war in The Listowel Arms.

Other events for Culture Night were held in St. John's and The Seanchaí.  Finuge held its own very popular event. All in all, l a great night! I won't miss it next year.

The watermarked photos are by John Kelliher. The others were taken by Máire Logue.




Artists in residence at Olive Stack Gallery


Audience for Fergal Keane's launch of his new book, Wounds


Invited dignitaries for Poetry in Locomotion


Daughter Pippa joined Liz and Jim Dunn for the evening's activities.


Meanwhile in Finuge the audience gathered to watch themselves and their neighbours in old archive films.


Last minute preparations before he releases his book to a very appreciative audience.


Fergal Keane with local poet and author, Gabriel Fitzmaurice


Holding the fort while Olive is in Paris


Listowel literary royalty,  first cousins, Joanna, Billy and Fergal


Fergal Keane with the best organiser of a literary event, Máire Logue of Listowel Writers' Week



Poets and poetry lovers at The Lartigue


Meanwhile across the square in St. John's, Vicar Joe was hosting a sell out concert with Sean Keane


Seán Keane fans enjoyed a great night. They are already looking forward to his return.


Meanwhile in The Seanchaí.....







Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Cruinniú na Cásca 2017

Writers' Week and The Seanchaí do Cruiniú na Cásca 2017


Monday April 17 2017 and we, in Listowel, were privileged to make a piece of history. We took part in the first annual Easter Monday 1916 commemorative event.

Photo: Eilish Stack

In the town park another piece of history was being made. The politicians were attending the official opening of the 1916 commemorative garden. I would have loved to be there as I have watched this beautiful space develop week by week and I really love it. 
I chose instead to go the literary route and take a walk by the river with Gabriel Fitzmaurice and other poets, singers and thespians.

We started at The Seanchaí. When I arrived at 10.45 the early birds were already arriving.




I was greeted at the door by Liz Dunne, chair of Listowel Writers' Week and Máire Logue

Gabriel Fitzmaurice, our guide, was ready to start.



We started with a dramatic interlude from Vincent and Evangeline, two of the best interpreters of the work of John B. Keane, even though they are Limerick rather than Kerry actors. They are more Kerry than the Kerry people themselves.



There was a large and very appreciative attendance.



Owen MacMahon had the audience in the palm of his hand as we paused for a while on the bank go The Feale.



David Browne gave a spine chilling rendition of the songs of Carthalawn from John B.'s Sive.

 Even the younger members of the audience were enthralled.





We walked along the river walk and under the big bridge to where Mickey McConnell and Billy Keane were waiting to entertain us.




Then it was on to the Garden of Europe and more songs and drama. Evangeline and Vincent had us in stitches with a scene from Big Maggie. Owen sang a song of peace from Gary MacMahon.




At the graveyard, Claire Keane sang, Paddy MacElligott performed and a trio of singers and dancers entertained us.



On to the 1916 commemorative garden with its newly unveiled plaque.



Then back to The Seanchaí. Job done.