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Showing posts with label stag. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 May 2020

Clean shops, Stag employees in Germany , A Clown poem and a photo of 2 clowns

Photo; Liam Downes

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Our Shops were never so clean





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Stag employees trip to Germany with Dan Moloney T.D.


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Tralee clowns, Ronaldo and Giogo Fanzini meet Michael Lynch during Listowel Writers' Week a few years ago





The Clown



by John Fitzgerald

John has another circus themed poem for us today.


The Clown

Who is this one I call the clown, 
Comes in and out of every town? 
You take a child of tender years, 
Fill with laughter, touch with tears. 
You live inside a sawdust ring,
A peg on which the circus clings; 
A whited face, a button nose, 
What is beneath, who is to know. 
A comic look of tragedy?
A tragic look of comedy?
Wise enough to know the fool, 

Kind enough to not be cruel;
A mask that ever hides your face, 

A shining light, a saving grace?
Who is this one I call the clown,
Comes in and out of every town?
Who is this one, what is your role,
When touching hearts, you touch the soul?



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A Spiral Staircase

That which we call a spiral staircase is not actually a spiral at all. It is helical. A spitral is two dimensional, a helix is three dimensional.

At a rough estimate, 10% of the population are left handed solo called spiral staircases were usually designed to favour right handed so that a deciding swordsman could fight off right handed attackers. Listowel castle has such a staircase.

There is a chateau in the Loire valley in France which has a double helix staircase so that people coming down dont bump into people going up. Sounds like good sense to me.

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A Covid Listowel Limerick


During Lockdown diversions we seek,
Of Zoom and of Facetime they speak.
On Liveline, a prude, while Trump talks of Jeyes Fluid.
And worse, no Listowel Writers' Week 

Mattie Lennon.

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Newcastlewest, an invitation to a launch,Michael Hartnett and returning to the land of one's ancestors

Stag with a fine Harem of Wives

Chris Grayson took this photo in Killarney National Park.

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An Invitation for You



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My Trip to Newcastlewest


This is Shirley O'Regan, poet and broadcaster, in the Limerick West fm studio where she interviewed me about my book, A Minute of Your Time.

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I took a stroll around Newcastlewest and here are a few photos from the town square.



This is the inscription on the below sculpture. My half remembered Latin seems to tell me that this is a monument to honour the Blessed Virgin Mary of the Assumption erected in 1950 by the parishioners of Newcastlewest.



The figure is clearly a milkmaid and in her hand she has a pair of butter paddles.





The bronze coin on the pavement also confirms that she is indeed a milkmaid as does the presence of milk churns on the plinth.



This would appear to depict a cow as well.

At the other end of the leisure space in The Square is a monument to local poet, the late Michael Hartnett.








Its a brilliant statue capturing the essence of this thoughtful genius.
Even on the dirty wet day of my visit, Newcastlewest square looked magnificent.

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Someone's Coming  Home

"My G Grandmother Mary Stack born 1832 is from Kilbaha, Her mother is Ellen Shanahan, Stack, Gregory. My G and GG came from Newtown Sandes, John Walsh born 1806 and his son Patrick born about 1830 came to the states about 1850 to Paris Ky.
 I am looking forward to visiting your lovely city in late March or early April in 2020 with my son. We will be in Kerry and other locations for 7 to 10 days. I have done extensive searches for family from your lovely county for many years. So now it is time to visit and see it for myself. My name is Robert Patrick Walsh Fister, My son Tony, Robert Anthony is bringing me to Ireland as a gift, I am excited for sure.

Bob F "

Wednesday, 6 November 2019

Poem to an Umbrella Thief, Brothers and Writers at a Book Signing in Mallow

Killarney Stag


The annual rut is coming to an end but Chris Grayson snapped this magnificent fellow earlier this autumn.

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A Lost or stolen Brolly


I posted this photo last week. It is an umbrella that was left behind in St,. John's at the launch of A Minute of Your Time.
Seeing the photo, my friend Nicholas was reminded of another incident involving an umbrella which prompted him into rhyme.

This is what he wrote:

The lost umbrella mention  sparks memory of an incident in Abbeyfeale on St. Patrick's Day in 2012, as the parade proceeded in heavy rain-showers. A good friend of mine left her umbrella down when the rain cleared, and went to chat with her friends. When the rain re-commenced, she went for her umbrella only to find that it had been stolen! A hearty soaking did not cool her ire. I penned the following ditty to commemorate the event, - there might be a sort of  John B. line there too- but she, of her charity has forgiven the thief, I think... To avoid the  risk of upsetting the fairer gender, I have decided the thief must have been a male, though I am not sure...


ON THE STREET IN ABBEYFEALE

Or, The Theft of a Lady’s Brolly,
Which dastardly crime occurred in Abbeyfeale on a Rainy 
St. Patrick’s Day, 2012)

On the street in Abbeyfeale
Loud and high the bagpipes pealed,
And the banners on the breeze did proudly soar;
As the sun came shining bright,
And the rain-clouds dark took flight,
I left my brolly down, the rain being o’er.

To some folks I went to chat,
And sure where’s the harm in that?
It being Patrick’s Day, my pals were all in town;
As the gossip fast did flow,
Of good news - and tales of woe,
A shower of rain once more came pelting down.

Well, I turned to grab my brolly
But then soon realised my folly,
For light-fingers mean had stolen it away!
I had paid for it good money
And it isn’t one bit funny;
That snaky wretch in hell will surely pay!

May the rain and sleet come down,
With no mercy on his crown,
May the sun ne’er heat his bones for evermore.
May his good luck go astray,
May the rain sweep off his hay,
And may Bank and Bailiff ever haunt his door!
Nicholas. 



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Brotherly Love

 These two Athea brothers, I'm told, are still working hard.

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Cuteness overload here. The two lovely little boys, pictured below, are twin brothers, Eamon and Brendan ÓMurchú.



This is how they look today, pictured at the launch of A minute of Your Time with their brother, Aidan.


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A Minute of Your Time

I was in the company of 5 other  writers in Philip's Bookshop in Mallow on November 2 2019.


Here am I standing out in pink with Darina Allen, Clodagh Finn, Philip O'Flynn, Alice Taylor, Kevin Quaid, me and John Spillane who was the singing M.C.

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One for the Diary

We are very lucky to be getting this chance to hear this popular motivational speaker and writer in Listowel


Thursday, 10 October 2019

Hugh O'Flaherty Memorial, Letter Writing and Book Launches

Photo: Chris Grayson

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Hugh O'Flaherty Garden

In a corner of Tralee known as The Island of Geese, because that's what it once was, there is a lovely commemorative garden to the great Mons. Hugh O'Flaherty.







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Vanishing Ireland


Here's a riddle for you.

What do letterboxes, calendars, wall clocks and diaries have in common?
Answer: They are all on the way out.

No  one writes letters any more.


I was in a shop recently when a customer came in wishing to buy notepaper. Do you remember Basildon Bond, Ancient Irish Vellum, that sort of thing? well, the stationery shop didn't have it. They don't stock it any more. There is no demand.  

I met the same lady a few days later and I asked her if she had succeeded in finding a shop that sold notepaper. She hadn't.

The day of the handwritten letter has gone the way of the handwritten diary and the wall calendar. Digitised all.

Here are a few words from John B. Keane on the subject of letter writing from the introduction to an anthology of his famous fictional letters.

"I grew up in a time when there was no alternative to the letter as a means of communication, except, of course, in the case of emergency when the phone in the local barracks of the Civic Guards became an extreme resort. You may say why not a telegram! A telegram is a letter, a stunted one, shorn of embellishment, a sort of Beckett of the epistolary scene and often even more confusing, open to many interpretations, its length dictated by the circumstances or the generosity of the sender. Always less satisfactory than a letter, a telegram left too much to the imagination, often with harmful results. The letter might be slower, but it was safer. The letter writer could expand to his hearts content especially if he was romantically disposed towards the object of his calligraphy...."

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A Book Launch



You are all invited to join me for the hooley in St. John's to launch my latest book.


By way of doing a bit of research on how the experts do book launches I went along to Waterstones on Thursday evening, October 3, the evening we didn't get a lash of Lorenzo.




Brian O'Connell and I  had a few things in common...non fiction miscellany type book, radio personality to launch, book to sell. That's about as far as I can stretch it.

Then I realised that I was planning a hooley. We'll have nibbles and tea and singing and music as well as readings from the book.

Of course we'll have the book to sell as well and I'll be signing like billyo.


It will be the first book launch under the new artistic director of St. John's. Let's make it a night to remember.


Now back to Brian O'Connell's book. It's really good, the kind you dip into every now and again. It's great to have in the car to read while you are waiting to pick up the children, by the bed for a quick read before you go to sleep. It is ideal for the doctor's or dentist's waiting room.


I read it in none of these places. I binged on it, cover to cover in a weekend. It's full of human interest stories that draw you in. You may have seen Brian O'Connell on Nationwide with the man who was selling the hearse or read him in the Irish Times about the man and the dog.


The stories are often heartbreaking but kind of funny too.


AND


There's a Listowel connection. I won't spoil the story for you but the man with the Listowel connection had a burial plot for sale under bizarre circumstances.


If you are buying two books for Christmas, this would be a good one to buy as well as mine.

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Turf cutting, Street lighting, Listowel.ie and an Interview with Brenda Woulfe

Mine, All Mine




Chris Grayson took this marvellous photo in the National Park, Killarney. This is a family group. The huge stag is lording it over his harem of hinds and babies.

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Bord na Móna in the 1930s


 The first All Ireland Turf Cutting Championship was held on 21st April 1934 at Allenwood, Co. Kildare. 

From the late 1600s to the end of the 19th century around 6 to 8,000,000 tons of turf were cut each year for home heating and sale. 
The industry in the 1800s mainly produced moss peat for animal litter and some briquettes. However by the early 1900s the amount of turf cut each year had fallen to around 3,000,000 tons. 
The turf cutting championships were organised as part of a campaign to increase the amount of turf cut and reduce the imports of coal. Eamon De Valera and other Ministers attended each year. The competitions ran from 1934 until 1939. When the war started everybody went back to the bog so the competitions were no longer needed. This photo shows the wing slean competition in 1934.

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Listowel's Street Lighting

As I was taking a stroll around town with my camera last Sunday, I noticed how we have lots od different forms of street lighting.



These two at The Horseshoe and the Garda Station are a throwback to another era.



These lights are at Allos.




Colbert Street and Upper Church Street

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Listowel.ie

We have a brand new website and it's shaping up nicely.


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Don't Miss This

Athea will feature on RTE 1 Nationwide on Friday October 11 2019 at 7.00 p.m.

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In Case You Missed this in Yesterday's Examiner




This piece about Brenda Woulfe of Woulfe's Bookshop was written by Marjorie Brennan and published in yesterday's Examiner

It was something I always wanted to do — I’ve been a book-lover all my life, since I was a small child, encouraged by my mother. I’m sure she thought I’d never go to such extremes. I made three attempts to open the shop and on the third one, I said to myself ‘Brenda, you’re getting to an age now, if you don’t do it, you never will’. 
That was it, I just did it. 
What did you do before you bought the bookshop? My family had a pub and restaurant, The Horseshoe, in Listowel, and my brother had it. 
He sold it in 2005 and when he came down to tell me, I said do you have something to tell me because I have something to tell you.
He thought I would be devastated but I told him ‘I’m opening a bookshop’. So it all worked out, nobody was upset.
My other brother Jimmy was the mid-west correspondent for the Irish Examiner, he’s retired now.
I always loved books . Both my parents were book people. 
My dad had a hotel, the Marine Hotel in Ballybunion, and I remember always during the summer, if he had to go to Limerick or Tralee, he would go to Hurley’s [Tralee] or O’Mahony’s [Limerick], and he would have a big pile of books stacked up on the floor to be read during the winter. 
He would sit down on a stool in the bar at night, just the one light on over his head, with his Black and White whisky and soda. He had his book and his pipe, and he was in heaven.
Yes, there is a real love and understanding of books in Listowel.
I remember in the pub as a child,listening to two men talking, this is back in the 1960s, one of them had come home from England, and all he had brought back was a suitcase of books, there was a kind of reverence in the way he said it.
He had no money but he had books. I can’t remember what my first book was but we were always reading something, whether it was the deaths in the papers or whatever.
We were always a newspaper house, we’d get a daily paper, an evening paper and several papers on Sunday, then the local paper on a Thursday or Friday. Bryan MacMahon was my brother Jimmy’s teacher and he gave Jimmy the job of reading the leading article and summarising it for the class.
 I would love to read most of the books I order but I don’t have the time. I was reading an interview with the author Ann Patchett recently, she opened a bookshop in Tennessee. 
She said there were so many books coming in that she was just reading quarter-books. And that’s me exactly, so I don’t feel as bad now, if it’s good enough for Ann Patchett…
But you get a good feel for a book after reading a quarter of it, although you might miss a fantastic ending. But you can’t have everything.
The recession was a struggle but it picked up. I’m just hoping there won’t be too many taxes in the budget but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Everybody struggles so why should bookshops be any different?
And there’s only myself so I don’t worry about dependants or anything like that, which is a big plus. I just keep going.
The book clubs are great to support me, and I give them a 10% discount. All those little things help.
I have quiet days. It’s a challenge, but it’s one that I love. And if it wasn’t a challenge, sure what would we do, we’d get lazy.
Writers' Week, I wouldn’t be here only for it. That and Christmas. It’s so busy that I don’t get the chance to soak it all up and enjoy the fantastic people who come into me.
I’m out and about, organising books to be sold at the different events. Colm Tóibín is great, he always makes for the antiquarian section.
People like that, they are great supporters and they appreciate that the independent bookshop is a struggling entity. But there is still a good few of us around the country, fighting the good fight.
 I am a people person, absolutely, being reared in a pub. I get a great buzz if I’m walking down the street and someone comes up to me and says, ‘that book you recommended was great’. That to me is worth a million pounds.
My niche is people who come in and they don’t know what they want, I kind of suss out what other books they’ve read, what they watch on television or whatever, and I get a kind of a feeling. 
I pick out a few books and I have two nice comfortable chairs, I say, ‘Sit down there and have a look’. I rarely get it wrong. Mind you, they’re probably too nice to tell me when I get it wrong!

Friday, 3 November 2017

Craftshop na Méar is closing, Maidhc Dainín again and aspects of Ballybunion

Magnificent Stag


Photo: Jim MacSweeney

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End of the Road for Craftshop na Méar








If you want to pick up your Michael Tea tea cosy or a beautiful Claddagh Design Listowel pendant, do drop in to Craftshop na Méar on Church St. before it closes its doors at Christmas 2017.

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Maidhc Dainín ÓSé;  Another Listowel Connection


Local writer and musician, Neil Brosnan sent me this photo. It was taken in Dingle in 2010 when Maidhc Dainín OSé launched Neil's first anthology, Fresh Water and Other Stories. Maidhc and Neil played many a tune together over the years.

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Ballybunion After the storms

Having been confined to the house during storms Ophelia and Brian, it was a great pleasure to go to Ballybunion and take the bracing cliff walk.





Those white specs and the smudge on my lens is foam churned up by the rough seas.



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Doon Sculpture