The Old Woman of the Roads and a few loose ends tied up

World Poetry Day

Last week we celebrated World Poetry Day. To mark the day, Connemara Heritage and History Society posted a poem and a photo on their webpage.

The Old Woman of the Roads by Pádraic Colum

O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house - house of my own -
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

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In the Bandsroom

Vincent Carmody has been in touch to give us a few names for this lovely old photo which was first shared on Facebook by Mike Hannon and then on Listowel Connection.

Vincent is not sure if the competition was a Snooker or Billiards tournament but he knows the year was the early 1950s. He knows this for certain because his brother Maurice (Moss) is in the photo and Maurice emigrated to Australia in 1954.

The man at the table is John Enright and, if this was the final, his opponent was John (Chuck) Roche.

Included in the photo are Timmy Lawlor, Ned Stack (Ned was the secretary of St. Patrick's Hall), P.J. Maher, Eric Browne, Kevin Sheehy, Seán Stack, Jeremiah Reidy, Stephen Kenny and David Roche.

Sitting in front are Matt Kennelly, Fr. Matt Keane, (Fr. Keane was the uncle of the great Moss Keane and Vincent remembers him as a very down to earth man who took off the collar and rolled up his sleeves to undertake a spot of painting with John Joe Kenny when the hall was being redecorated.) Maurice Carmody and Eamon Stack.

I know there are many blog followers who will be grateful to Vincent for identifying these young men and for reviving great memories of the bandsroom which for years was an institution in Listowel.

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More on Hurst Hess

A few weeks ago I shared Eily Walsh's story of this photograph. Hurst Hess, a German boy made his communion while he was staying in Ireland during WW2.

Many people have helped me out on this one. It would appear that Hurst came to Ireland as part of Operation Shamrock.

Operation Shamrock was a plan to bring German children to Ireland from post-World War II Germany.^[1]

Between 1945 and 1946, the Irish Red Cross's Operation Shamrock resettled over a thousand children from war-torn Germany, Austria, France, and England. Most of these children were later repatriated to their homelands, but some were adopted by their Irish host families.

On 27 July 1946 a group of 88 exhausted and bewildered German children arrived by boat at Dún Laoghaire, County Dublin. Within months hundreds of German children had arrived in Ireland, some as young as 3 years. Some had lost their parents in the war; others had their homes destroyed. The children were placed with foster families then returned to Germany, though some stayed and were adopted by new Irish parents.

About 50 German children stayed in Ireland and married Irish partners. A fountain was donated by the German government at St Stephens Green in Dublin, marking Germany's thanks for Operation Shamrock.

This is from Wikipedia and I am grateful to Rhona Tarrant for pointing me in the right direction.

This scheme was run by the Red Cross and we know that there was a very active branch of the Red Cross in Listowel in the 1940s.

Maura MacMahon sent me this photo a while ago of a Red Cross social in Listowel in the 1940s. Maura's aunt Maureen was a very involved member of this vibrant society.

I got this email from John Murphy; 

 I went to school with a german boy who was brought to Listowel by Johnny Beasley who was married to a Horgan lady.

The boys name was Helmut Wald.

He and I became good friends and he returned to Germany and we never made contact again.

Best Regards,

John Murphy

There is definitely material in this story for a documentary or novel.

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Well done, Allos

Armel White of Allos proudly displays his well deserved award for Best Gastro pub in Munster.

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Last Few from the 2017 St. Patrick's Day Parade.

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The Taoiseach in Kerry

Enda was in Firies yesterday March 27 2017 opening Kerry Foodhub.

The Kerry Food Hub in Firies is now open for business! The Kerry Food Hub is a brand new custom built facility incorporating four food production units completed to a very high standard. ... The facility is located on a green field site on the outskirts of Firies Village, Co. Kerry.

He met Listowel's own Éabha Joans folk.

A Hen Party in Ballyhoura and Kildorrery

A Weekend in Ballyhoura

‘Tis not today nor yesterday I was last invited to a hen party. But that is where I was recently and without doubt it was the very best hen party I was ever at.

A hen party with the mother of the bride and the soon to be mother in law of the bride in attendance was always going to be a tame affair, or so we thought.

The hen in question was my lovely daughter, Clíona, and the party was organized by her two super organized bridesmaids, Darina and Anne.

The venue was Ballyhoura country. We stayed in some lovely mountain lodges:

 (Ballyhoura Mountain Lodges)  nestled into the hillside. Ita, who runs the show here was super helpful before the event and was on site late on Friday evening to settle us in. Think cozy log cabins, roaring fires, toasty warm rooms and the most comfortable beds ever. (Very poor phone coverage but who needs a phone when you are having fun?)

 We had some ice breaking activities, a few drinks and lots of chat and catching up. And so to bed. The above picture is Clíona with two old friends, Fenella and Emily who are soon to be mother hens.

Breakfast over in the hen house, we headed out for our morning walk. Ballyhoura is famous for trecking, cycling and horseriding. We didn’t really feel up to these but we took a gentle walk through the woods. The bride to be was up for a spot of ziplining on the way.

We stopped to view Castle Oliver and the hotel where Kim and Kanye West holidayed.

Back in the lodges we ate quiche for lunch. The quiche was provided for us by the ever dependably delicious Thatch and Thyme.

Saturday afternoon’s activity was The Great Ballyhoura Bakeoff.  We were divided into teams and tasked with preparing cupcakes which in some way described The Hen. Our group made a chocolate and prosecco variety because the hen is sweet and bubbly.

Because Ballyhoura was basking in glorious sunshine, we held this activity outdoors.

The Hen sipped on a glass of prosecco as she oversaw the baking.

We beat and mixed and weighed and the oven worked overtime.

Soon we undertook the decorating. This was literally and figuratively the icing on the cake as the winning group definitely impressed the judge with their hand beaded display which spelled out her name.

My group fell at the last hurdle. While my team's cupcakes were delicious, our icing left a little to be desired.  But our finished display definitely excelled.

Tasting and judging was carried out while the bakers pitched a cheesy pitch full of flattery and sycophancy, in an attempt to sway the judge.

The winners declared, prizes given and we all fell to eating the spoils. The raspberry and vanilla were agreed deserving winners with the blueberry buns second. ( I had actually brought the blueberries for my breakfast, but all’s fair in love and war….)

Washing up done and order restored, the hens dolled themselves up for a night on the tiles in downtown Kildorrery, famed in song and story;

“Have you ever been up to Kildorrery

Indeed if you haven't that's quare

Sure it's only five miles from Ardpatrick

And three from the cross of Red Chair

And when at that cross you are landed

You will see a big hill looking down

And on top of that hill bare naked and chill

Stands famous Kildorrery town.”

It’s a beautiful little town with one of the best restaurants in Ireland. If you are travelling between Cork and Dublin on the M8 it would be well worth your while to make your lunch stop in Kildorrery. The Thatch and Thyme is worth travelling for.  Even the city based hens and the ladies who travelled from abroad declared that it was one of the best meals they had had anywhere.

Down the road is Ollie’s Bar where the hen party were the VIPs for the night. Those to whom these things mattered declared that Ollie’s Bar in Kildorrery stocked a variety of gins, (including Dingle gin) to rival the selection in any city bar. The bar also helped organize the bus to bring us into town, they laid on music and they announced to us when the nearby chipper was about to close and they allowed us to eat the chips in the bar and to wait until our bus came back to collect us even though the pub was now closed and the washing up done.

What happens on a hen party stays on a hen party. I can tell you though that our musical entertainment on the night was Darragh Lee from Youghal. He is a lovely young man and a great musician and singer. He is very tolerant of numerous requests for songs not normally on his playlist. His claim to fame is that he had two chairs turn for him on The Voice of Ireland. He made the wrong choice of mentor but that’s a story for another day.

 The hens joined by some local folk did a conga down the street from one door of the bar to the other, sampled the local McDonal delicacy of chips with cheese and curry sauce and generally had a ball.  I think we might be still the talk of the village in Kildorrery. I hope they didn't think all those verbal invitations to the wedding were genuine.

The new hen was welcomed into the coop by her lovely mother in law to be  and her soon to be sisters in law.

Back to reality on Sunday, we tidied up, restored order and sadly left our mountain hideaway behind, vowing to do it all again in Listowel in May.

"I've been to Crosshaven and Youghal
Ballybunion, Tramore and Kilkee
Ballycotton and likewise Dungarvan,
Those famous resorts by the sea.
For my health I have travelied through Ireland
But now I've at last settled down
Though lacking in wealth I've been gaining my health
Up in Kildorrery town."