Monday, 23 April 2018

Glashas, The Building of O'Connell's Avenue and Women in Media in Ballybunion 2018

Photo; Pat O'Meara, Mallow Camera Club


The Kerryman Unbuttoned

From a Shannonside Annual, Redmond O'Hanlon writes of his experience of the distinct idiom and expression of Kerry speech

The woman of the house where I stopped to enquire told me that the people I was looking for lived only the pelt of a stone from the road. “Mary here will carry you up to the headland, sir, ”  she added, “but you will have to jump the glasha.” My proferred escort was a minute barefooted maiden of about ten summers. Looking at the wisp of femininity and remembering my eleven and a half stone, I thought of Sinbad, the Sailor and The Old Man of the Sea. But the glasha was still a problem. What was it at all and how did one go about jumping glashas? I wondered as we walked on. And did the daily jumping of such obstacles in Kerry account in any way for the ease with which the county’s ball players rose for the high ones in Croke Park?  And then light dawned. “Glasha,” I repeated as I walked along with the wee one, that must be the Irish glaise, a stream. And so we came to it. I said goodbye to my guide at the headland and duly jumped the glasha. No bother this to me in those days. A rangy leggy lad I was then and the jumping of glashas for years to come was to be one of the privileges of a job that brought me all over North Kerry and West Limerick.

(more tomorrow)


Communion Class in Scoil Realt na Maidine

Photo credit; Ned O'Sullivan on Facebook


Building O'Connell's Avenue

(Photos and Story from Vincent Carmody's Living History on Facebook 2016)

In the 10 years after our Civil War, very little was achieved, nationally, in the building of local authority housing. Around 1930, the members of, the Listowel U.D.C. were concerned with severe overcrowding in many properties and the use of many more with very poor sanitary conditions. Following a survey of the town's housing stock, they presented their findings and sent a plan to the Department Of Local Government. In response they were informed that the Listowel Council had been granted funds for the building of 104 houses. At this time, it was to be one of the largest local authority building contracts in the country.

The contracting tender, in 1932, was won by a local building contractor, M.J. Hannon. This in itself was a great bonus to the town, as it guaranteed a substantial number of years' work for the town's tradesmen and laborers, with, of course, a great spin off for the town's businesses.

Some years ago, I spoke at length, and took notes, from Mr Jim (Red) O'Sullivan of Charles Street. Jim, who had worked with the Hannon Builders since he left school, was officer manager at the time of the construction, (he is pictured in the second last row), unfortunately, with the passage of time, the notes were misplaced.  However, I can recall a number of the things which he told me. The council took soundings on a possible name. One of the early contenders, before they decided on O'Connell's Avenue, was Eucharistic Avenue, this was on account of the Eucharistic Congress which was been held in Dublin, in the summer of that year. He also explained, that the wage bill per week was, if I remember correctly, in the region of £400. At the time, this would have been an enormous sum of money, Jim would collect the money from the bank first thing each Saturday morning, after which, he would be escorted by an armed detective back to the office. There he would make out the pay packets in readiness for paying each man, at the conclusion of the half-days work on Saturday. All the blocks for the building work were manufactured on site.

The land on which the houses were built had been purchased from Lord Listowel, prior to it being built on, it had been used as meadowing by the O'Donnell family, family butchers in Listowel. The main entrance to the houses was from Convent Street, Later a roadway was built to connect up with Upper William Street. The building of this later facilitated the erection of St Brendan's Terrace. 

The official opening was on Monday, June 17th 1935. It was presided over, by then Government Minister, Sean T. O Kelly. ( He, ten years later, in June 1945, became Ireland's second President, replacing the outgoing Douglas Hyde).

The first residents had taken over their houses, prior to the official ceremony. In the main these were couples with young families. Today, a third generation of these families own many of these houses. Over the years there has been mass emigration from the area. However, those who remained, have contributed greatly, to the, social, cultural and sporting history of the town. 

The pink photograph is of a  pamphlet which was distributed to the local businesses, asking them that they allow their employees 
time off, to participate in the ceremony.

Local men who were part of the official party are seen here in conversation withe the minister. They are Eamon Kissane, T.D., Eddie Leahy and John McAuliffe in conversation with Minister Seán T. OCeallaigh.


Women in Media 2018

I was in Ballybunion at the weekend for this super event. John Kelliher photographed me with some of the Writers' Week gang who were there enjoying a festival at which they didn't have to work.
Of course I was working away on your behalf. John snapped me as I snapped another photo for Listowel Connection. I'll bring you my report during the week as well as an account of my trip to St. John's for Many Young men of Twenty and to the Seanchaí for the history lecture.

John Kelliher's photo of me taking a photo of some Limerick ladies with Rachel English

Elizabeth Dunn, Annette Fitzgerald, Rachael English, RTE journalist and author, Mary Cogan and Elish Wren
Photos; John Kelliher

Friday, 20 April 2018

Tarbert children 1809, De Valera and Fleadh Cheoil 1981

Signs of Spring...tulips in bloom in Market Street in April 2018


Tarbert pupils in 1809

Somebody doing a bit of ancestor research found these names on this website

Ancestor Network

A list of 39 schoolchildren in Tarbert, Co. Kerry in 1809 from NLI Ms 17,935 (5). if you make a connection, we would love to hear about it to 
‘A list of the Scholars educating (sic) at the english school founded at Tarbert by the Governors of Erasmus Smith’s Schools. May 1809. 
Mary Kelly
Sarah Fowler (?)
James Fowler (?)
Michael Finucane
Ann Finucane
Catherine Finucane
Elizabeth McCormick
Catherine Ware
Mary Ware
James Supple
John Eggleston
Hannah Nott
Charles Conner
Mary Conner
George Ware
William Dillane
Margaret Dillane
Michl. Dillane
John Dillane
William Murray
John Enright
Edmond Fowlove (?)
John Finucane
Michael Finucane
William Cummins
Pat Cummins
Margaret Cummins
Abigail Murray
A list of Free Boys
Francis Kelly
Thos. Kelly
Willm. King
David Ferguson
Henry McCormick
John Nott
Thos. Nott
Thos. Murray
Charles Murray
Thos. Ware
George Farrel ‘


Dev's love of Turf

This story and picture are from Bord na Móna Living History blog

When Todd Andrews took charge of the Turf Development Board in 1934, Eamon de Valera made sure to inform Andrews of the importance which he personally attached to the development of the bogs. He also assured Andrews that he would always be available to help with any problems he encountered.
Dev was deeply interested in the progress of bog development and took pains to make his support known in public. Year after year from the beginning of the scheme he visited the bogs every Good Friday. Frank Aiken usually tagged along as he was even more interested in the success of the scheme. There was a picnic lunch on those occasions and Andrews and the other Board members tried to get Dev to drink a bottle of beer as proof of his assertion that he was not a teetotaller. On the bog visits Dev made a point of greeting the staff at all levels and discussed issues with them.
During the war Dev toured the bog areas of the west in support of the Emergency turf campaign.


Fleadh Cheoil na hEireann  in Listowel

Johnny Hannon took this photo during Fleadh Cheoil na hEireann 1981. The hunger strikes in Long Kesh were on at the time and you can see posters of the hunger strikers on a caravan in the background. During the fleadh, sympathisers with the cause of the hunger strikers held a mock funeral  and some people hung black flags from their windows.

Thursday, 19 April 2018

Love lost, Ploughing up The Cows' Lawn and an old photo

Listowel Pitch and Putt club now maintains a course in the Cows' Lawn.
This  was the location of much controversy 100 years ago.


One hundred years ago this week, a remarkable event took place in Listowel.   A courageous action by a group of leaders in the town, armed only with hurleys, struck a non-violent blow on behalf of the people of the town to be masters of their own destiny, and to ‘walk their own land’.  
The event itself was the ploughing of the Cows Lawn, the property of Lord Listowel which was eventually to lead to the provision of probably the best loved amenity in the town  -  the present Town Park.
While a group of people ‘ploughing’ might seem a harmless enough activity, this ploughing was anything but harmless.  It led to a number of clashes and confrontations between the police and a number of local men, thirteen of whom were sentenced to 12 months in Cork and Belfast Gaol
To understand what a momentous occasion it was we have only to see the headlines in The Kerryman the following week:

As World War I raged, shortages of food and rising prices in 1917 started to cause distress  in the town.   The British Ministry of Food set up a food control committee for Ireland on 31 August 1917 and many of its regulations, in theory, applied to this country.    Sinn Féin established Food Committees throughout the country and started to organise local markets, distribution of local food at fair  prices and  arrangements for the poor of the town to get small areas of land or allotments to grow their own food.   

In February  1917, Listowel Urban Council Chairman Jack McKenna had been involved in a fruitless exchange of letters with Lord Listowel looking for permission to use 15 to 20 acres of vacant land
to be distributed among ‘artisans, labourers and small traders of the town … on which they could raise food to supplement their small earnings’. While a number of small unsuitable fields had been suggested, these were not acceptable to the Urban Council.
The two fields identified as the most suitable for the purpose were  called at the time the Back Lawn and the Front Lawn . These fields were at that time leased from Lord Listowel by two local men and ‘negotiations’ were opened with them to give up their tenancies.  John Keane held the front lawn and was willing to give up his tenancy.’Mr Keane was prepared to forego his right for the purpose of enabling the Council to proceed with the scheme, provided that Lord Listowel was satisfied’.
Mr.   Kenny who had the grazing of the back lawn was not keen to give up his title. He had a butcher shop – it was absolutely essential to enable him to carry on his trade as a butcher in the adjoining Church St., however he was persuaded to ‘do the right thing’.
On 25th February 1918, tired of waiting for permission, the Sinn Féin Food Committee with the help of the Irish Volunteers from Moyvane, Knockanure, Finuge, Rathea, Ballyconry and Ballylongford marched into the town ‘all armed with hurleys and headed by bands, while ploughs and horses brought up the rear.  They were cordially received by the Listowel Company of Irish Volunteers with their brass band.  The whole procession, composed of some eleven or twelve hundred Volunteers, marched to the estate office in Feale View at 1.30 o’clock where the above mentioned waited on Mr. M. Hill, who is Lord Listowel’s chief clerk’.
 Although Messrs. Kenny and Keane had given up possession, Mr Hill refused to hand over the keys as he had not got orders from Lord Listowel. The Volunteers then broke open the gates leading to the back lawn near the National School house.  The ploughs and ploughmen started operations and another section  of Vounteers took over the front lawn.  Over the following two months, local people continued with tilling the land despite visits from the R.I.C., and the threat of court proceedings which culminated in the imprisonment of thirteen of the ‘offenders’ in Cork and Belfast Gaols.
This was just the start of an endeavour that fifty years later culminated in the acquisition of the two lawns  for the people of Listowel.  It had taken from the twelfth century, firstly  with the Fitzmaurices and then with earls of Listowel as overlords, to put the lands back into the hands of the people of the town.
An illustrated talk on the full history  of the Cows Lawn from this event onwards, entitled ‘Sinn Féin v. Lord Listowel 1918’ will be given by Kay Caball at the Seanchaí on Sunday 22nd April 7pm.


Today's love poem is a favourite with teenagers.

But You Didn't

Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?
I thought you'd kill me...
But you didn't.

Remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was
formal, and you came in jeans?
I thought you'd hate me...
But you didn't.

Remember the times I'd flirt with
other boys just to make you jealous, and
you were?
I thought you'd drop me...
But you didn't.

There were plenty of things you did to put up with me,
to keep me happy, to love me, and there are
so many things I wanted to tell
you when you returned from
But you didn't.


People I Don't know with a Motorbike

From the John Hannon archive


In Case You haven't Booked yet

Tickets are selling fast for this John B. Keane classic in St. John's

Photo; Frances Kennedy

Many Young Men of Twenty opens on Friday April 20 2018

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

Closure of Listowel ESB shop, Is a Black Pudding Meat? and the voice of home when in exile

Photo: Barry Murphy, Mallow Camera Club


Closing of the ESB shop

This building once housed the ESB shop.

As it was closing down, Johnny Hannon took some last photographs. Mike Hannon gave them to me to share.


The Council of Dirha by John B. Keane   (conclusion)

........Billy Drury opened the proceedings with a story explaining at the outset that it was to be taken in lieu of his conclusions on the subject in question. I now propose to explore the Drury paradigm in its fullest.

Some years earlier he had worked with a farmer to the north of Listowel. In a croteen at the lee of the house there was a prime pig fattening. When the time was ripe one of the children of the house was dispatched to the house of the local pig butcher. Duly the pig was killed and butchered and the meat salted and barreled, the pork steak cut away and the blood readied for the filling of the puddings. The last chore was always undertaken by the women of the house. Eventually all the puddings were filled, boiled and placed in tall tiers so that they might cool. When they were sufficiently cooled, the man of the house, without a word to anyone, produced the frying pan, greased it with lard and placed it on the red hot Stanley range which dominated the kitchen. He then went to the tiers of puddings and withdrew a substantial ring for himself.

“Will you sample one of these?’ he asked Drury
“I’m your man.” Drury responded. The man of the house placed both puddings on the pan where they set up a sibilant sizzling. This was followed by a heavenly smell as the puddings started to cook. Both men sat happily by the range while the fat spat and the puddings crackled. Then came the unexpected. Down from the bedroom in her long flowing nightdress came the woman of the house. First she looked at the pair by the range and then she looked at the pan.
“Do ye know?” she said with a sting in her voice, “what day we have?”

When neither answered her she pointed out it was Friday and is wither one partook of the puddings he would be risking eternal damnation. Both men shuffled uneasily in their seats. The man of the house rose but Drury stayed put. The man of the house preceded his woman to the bedroom casting a cold look at the frying pan and an even colder one at Drury. To make a long story short, Drury consumed both puddings in their entirety.

The hobside theologians digested the Drury story and cogitated on its many implications while they filled or relighted their pipes. Finally a man from Affoulia spoke up.

“You committed a mortal sin,” he said, “and that’s the long and short of it.”

Others disagreed and for a while the argument ranged back and forth. It was Drury however who had the last word.

“I was a witness,” said he, “t o the filling of the puddings.’ The blood was salted. Common oatmeal and macerated onions was all that was added. If a sin was committed it was a venial one and a very watery venial one at that. If, continues Drury “ the puddings were filled by Mary Flaherty and I was after guzzling two of them then it would be a mortal sin for Mary Flaherty’s puddings are stuffed with every known groodle from spice to pinhead oatmeal.

 At this stage there were murmurs of approval from the council. Mary Flaherty’s puddings were known and prized from the Cashen to Carrickkerry.

Drury was quick to press home his point. He listed the numerous ingredients of the Flaherty pudding from the chopped liver of the pig itself to her minutely gartered gristle. He pointed pout that the two puddings he eaten on that Friday in the farmer’s house were not legitimate puddings and by no stretch of the imagination could they expect to qualify as whole or legal puddings under the act. Drury went on to state that one of Mary Flaherty’s puddings was a meal in itself and thereby contributed to a breaking of the law laid down by the Council of Trent.

The council re lighted its pipes and cleared its throats. In the end it held that Drury had done no wrong. Had the puddings in question been up to the Flaherty standard there would be no doubting his guilt. The puddings were inferior and therefore incapable of contributing to a sinful situation.

The conclusions of The Council of Dirha were accepted locally until 1966 when Pope Paul’s promulgation changed everything.


A Chess Player with a Listowel Connection

Both of this man's parents hail from Listowel, or so I'm told.


The Voice of Home for thousands of Emigrants

Big Tom McBride who died yesterday holds the record for the biggest crowd ever in The Galtymore. People who had never been to Glenamaddy cried at his Four Roads and Gentle Mother and thought of home.

I have never had to emigrate but I can feel the exile's pain in Tom's songs.

Here is a poem from another man who well caught the longing for home of the  culchie.

Kerr's Big Ass   by Patrick Kavanagh

We borrowed a loan of Kerr's Big Ass
To go to Dundalk with butter,
Brought him home the evening before the market
An exile that night in Mucker.

We heeled up the cart before the door,
We took the harness inside-
The straw stuffed straddle, the broken breeching
With bits of bull wire tied;

The winkers that had no choke- band,
The collar and the reins....
In Ealing Broadway, London Town,
I name their several names

Until a world comes to life-
Morning, the silent bog,
And God of imagination waking 
in a Mucker fog.

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Listowel Celtic, The Case of the Black Pudding and will the next US ambassador be a Corkman?

Photo: Donal Murphy, Mallow Camera Club


Reliving a memory with Listowel Celtic

These photos from Listowel Celtic's Facebook page are from the official opening of the soccer playing field at Tannavalla. May all of those who were part of the occasion and are gone from us rest in peace.

The late Jack Carmody (The Sherriff) with his family.

John Delaney with club chair, Aiden OConnor and Beatrice and Jack Carmody

Some great club stalwarts.


The Council of Dirha by John B. Keane continued from yesterday

.........However, this is another matter. It is with the pre Pope Paul period of fast and abstinence that I propose to deal now. Before I do, let me say that fireside theology was reduced to a very fine art in those days. There was no opposition from television and the country was far from motorized. Consequently there was genuine profundity in most fireside exchanges. The subtler arts of sarcasm, irony and cynicism all flourished and were brought to such a degree of excellence by common country folk that ordinary comment was almost totally outlawed.

The first serious council held by hobside theologians to which I was a witness was held in Dirha Bog circa 1935. So great was the fear of excommunication in those distant days that even today I am not at liberty to mention the name of the house owner. The council was well attended and present at the time were such venerable sages as the late Sonny Canavan and Jack Duggan. The main spokesman was a spailpín by the name of Billy Drury, brother of the poet, Paddy. The main item on the agenda on that memorable occasion was whether the consumption of black puddings on a Friday constituted a breach of the laws of fast and abstinence. Pork steak and puddings were a common enough diet at the time. Every countryman kept his own pig and when the creature was fat enough to be butchered substantial quantities of pork steak and home filled black puddings were distributed among the neighbours.

It was universally accepted even amongst the most extreme heretics and schismatics that under no cicumstances was the eating of pork steak to be countenanced on a Friday or any other days of fast and abstinence. Puddings, however were a different kettle of fish altogether. If I might be permitted to the use of a widely used saying at the time, “there were puddings and puddings.”  It was with this aspect of the matter that the Dirha theologians concerned themselves. When is a black pudding not a black pudding or, to put it another way, what are the chief characteristics of a sinful pudding?

more tomorrow 


The Next U.S. Ambassador to Ireland ?

Ohio businessman Ed Crawford has emerged as the front-runner to become the next US ambassador to Ireland. 
A long-time Republican party donor, Mr Crawford is the chairman of Park-Ohio Holdings, a Nasdaq-listed manufacturing and supply-chain company which has operations across the world, including in Cork. 
He was the finance chairman for the Republican National Committee’s Ohio campaign during last year’s presidential race, and was an early supporter of Donald Trump
Mr Crawford, whose grandparents came from Co Cork, has also been centrally involved in the Irish community in Cleveland, hosting the then taoiseach Enda Kenny at an event to mark the rededication of the Irish Cultural Garden in the city in 2012. 
His emergence as the top candidate to become the next US ambassador comes after Brian Burns, a Florida businessman and friend of Mr Trump, withdrew from consideration for the post.

I read the above in The Irish Times and I decided that the next time I passed through Newmarket, I'd stop for a look around and see how this man's ancestral place was doing now.

Newmarket is a neighbouring town to my own Kanturk and , apart from the old tribal rivalries of the G.A.A. Newmarket people were friends.


Listowel Boy Scouts and Leaders

Photo from Mike Hannon from the John Hannon archive.
This looks like a St. Patrick's Day parade passing through Main Street. I'm guessing the 1970s because the Spinning Wheel is where Footprints is now. I could hazard a guess at some of these men and ladies  but, for fear of mistakes, I'll let it up to you. Tell me if you recognise yourself.


Sam In O'Connell's Avenue

The man on the far left is Tom Sweeney, a man whose family is steeped in football. The others are Tom Lyons, Mick Carey and Gigs Nolan R.I.P.


One for the diary

On Sunday next, April 22 2018 Kay Moloney, formerly of Gurtinard House, Listowel will give a talk in The Seanchaí at 7.00p.m.

The subject of her talk will be an incident that was very significant in the history of Listowel.

One hundred years ago a group of local men ploughed up Lord Listowel's lawn.
Who were these men?
Why did they convert Lord Listowel's lawn into a tillage feld?
What were the consequences? 

These questions will be answered by Kay on Sunday evening and the answers might surprise you.

You won't want to miss this one.

Monday, 16 April 2018

The Council of Dirha, an old photo and a new jumper

A camelia in The Garden of Europe


A Photo from the Johnny Hannon Archive

Junior Griffin to whom I  went to ask for help in  identifying these people wrote;

The best known name here of course is Sam McGuire. Not sure of the man on the left but he may be Walsh from O’Connell’s Ave as the other3 are from that area of town., namely Tom Lyons, Mick Carey and “Gigs Nolan, who sadly died just a few months ago. Mick Carey was known as the doyen of the Gleann street league football and knew the game inside out.


A John B. Keane Story   (serialised )

Today I'm beginning another serialised essay of John B. Keane's. He writes of a different era when Irish people were in the thrall of the church and fear of the wrath of God, as defined by the Catholic church, was ever-present.

The Council of Dirha       by John B. Keane

Good luck and success to the Council of Trent
What put fast upon mate but not upon drink,
(Overheard at a wake) 

When the above couplet was conceived there was fasting on Fridays. Nowadays, Lent apart, we may eat meat with impunity throughout the entire year. The church was quite clear in its strictures regarding the consumption of meat and meat products on days of fast and abstinence. Then in 1966 Pope Paul promulgated new laws for Roman Catholics. Fast days, which had included all the weekdays of Lent, the vigils of Pentecost, The Immaculate Conception and Christmas and the Ember Days were reduced to two, i.e. Ash Wednesday and Good Friday. In the same decree Pope Paul reaffirmed the laws of abstinence from meat. However, he allowed episcopal conferences to substitute for abstinence with other forms of penance especially works of charity and exercises in piety.

Hobside theologians of the time were known to smirk at the expression “works of charity”. They deduced in their own indigenous fashion that to be charitable one had to be rich. Since neither they themselves nor their associates were remotely connected with wealth, they regarded themselves as being incapable of charity. When it was explained to them that charity had other connotations such as love of one’s fellow man they were quick to point out that because of their innate worthlessness no one, save their own family, places any value on their love.

(more tomorrow)


Horan's New Look


My Latest Knit

The story of a jumper that turned into a saga.

Handknitted by moi with a little help from Woman’s Way’s Louise Finn

It all began with Woman’s Way, “Ireland’s best selling women’s magazine”.

I spotted a knitting pattern and I thought “This has my name on it.”  Simple pattern, easy peasy knitting and beautiful result down to the beautiful colourful yarn. But…..

I went on line to the two big online sellers of wool, Vibes and Scribes in Cork, my favourite bricks and mortar craft shop but I knew they sold online as well, and Springwools in Dublin, Ireland’s biggest online yarn retailer. Neither of them seemed to stock Tivoli Colour Maze.

Feeling a bit miffed I contacted Woman’s Way with my false assumption that they had published an old pattern and the yarn was discontinued. Louise Finn, the lovely deputy editor, who has become my new best friend in this venture, emailed back to say that my assumption was wrong. It was  a brand new pattern and the wool came into the shops in September 2017. She gave me the phone number of Tivoli, the Cork company who market the wool and Anne there told me that they had thousands of yarns and not every shop takes every one. She couldn’t sell it to me because they don’t sell directly to the public. When she found out that I lived in Kerry, she found that the nearest retailer to me with that wool in stock was in Kenmare. I gave her a quick Geography lesson. Kenmare is 100kms from Listowel.

I reported back my lack of success to Louise. Now Louise didn’t get to where she is today by giving up. She did a bit of research and she found a lovely shop in Midleton, Karen’s Krafts. Karen had the yarn in stock and she was willing to post. Now we were sucking diesel or so I thought.

I contacted Karen. There were 8 colourways available and she didn’t have them all but she was expecting a delivery. So the final outcome of my chat with Karen was that she would text me when the wool came in and I would take a trip to Midleton on my next visit to my family in Cork.

Meanwhile my daughter is going to Midleton with her work on Monday, February 26 2018. Spottting an opportunity I ask her to call to Karen to suss out my wool. I ring Karen and now she hasn’t got three balls in any colour. (The pattern requires three) but the delivery from Tivoli hasn’t come yet.

Delivery comes  and Karen texts me to tell me that the only 3 ball stock that came in are grey or beige. Now remember I said that this is a very basic jumper only made special by the colourful yarn. Let’s say grey and beige don’t cut it with me in the ‘Colourful” stakes . So I decided to throw in the towel.

Did I mention that Louise did not get to where she is today…….?
When I told her that I had accepted failure she was having none of it. She emailed back to say that she had contacted a wool shop in Blanchardstown and they were willing to order the wool and to post it to me.

And so they did. The yarn arrived in Listowel and now all that was left for me to do was knit the blessed thing. Then Louise emailed to say that she would like to see a photo of the finished product for publication in the magazine.  No pressure then.

So voilà, me in my beautiful new jumper just in time for the next cold snap.


Two Names

The two people on the left have been identified as Arthur Chute and Violet McCarthy. The search continues to identify the other three people.