More from Vintage Monday 2013 and An Post Rás in Listowel

2013-05-17T07:30:00.000+01:00

These cute little chicks hatched out in Ballyduff yesterday.

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Some more photos of local people enjoying Vintage Monday 2013.

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Turf cutting in the war years

Turf was a very valuable commodity during the war. Lorry loads of turf were transported from rural bogs to fuel fires in Dublin. This photo from Bord na Mona Heartland shows some of the scores of men saving turf by hand in a midland bog.

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Out of this world in Ballybunion, Co.Kerry

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Eugene Moriarty

The countdown has begun. An Post Rás, Stage 3 will finish in Listowel on Tuesday next May 21st. 2013. There are 2 local riders taking part in this years tour, Eugene Moriarty and John McCarthy. They compete against 180 riders from 9 countries.

The finish will be in Market Street, outside Spar. The Convent School band will play and there will be a festive atmosphere.
The weather forecast is not great but mura fearr, nára measa (if it gets no better, may it get no worse)

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Jer Kennelly took his camera to the County Fair in Tralee on Sunday May 12 2013 and he sent us this lovely series of photos

http://youtu.be/rXg7HItgahw

Jer also sent us this video of Donal Walsh's funeral.

http://youtu.be/pRu6BODkOGQ

St. Vincent de Paul shop, emigration and people at Vintage Day 2013

2013-05-16T07:30:00.000+01:00

I met these 3 lovely ladies in the St. Vincent de Paul shop on Thursday last. Tina, Helen and Eileen do great work. Take a bow, ladies.

The very next day I was in the shop again and I took this photo of Pat Dea who is their invaluable helper in the watch and clock department. He was returning a clock that he had restored to working order.

Pictured with Pat are volunteers, Eileen O'Sullivan, Mary Sobieralski and Hannah Mulvihill.

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Here we go again

Roadworks on the Tralee to Listowel Road on May 9 2013. It's all good news though, as this time I was diverted onto a stretch of the new road. The journey to Tralee from Listowel is getting shorter and more enjoyable.

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Bridge Street, Newcastlewest 1900

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Sunday last, May 12 2013 was Mothers' Day in the U.S. Sean Carlson, whose mother hails from Moyvane, wrote this lovely article in USA Today;

My grandmother gave birth to 16 children over the course of 24 years.

Growing up, my grandmother talked about becoming a teacher.

Instead, she gave instruction in a different way: a living example of love and perseverance.

When I was twelve, my mom and I often shared a cup of tea when I arrived home from school, just as if she were still living in Ireland. Listening to her recount memories of her childhood there, I told her that someday I would write her story. "What story?" she said. "If there is a story to share, it belongs to my mother, your grandmother, Nell."

Her mother, my grandmother, Nell Sheehan, lived her entire life in the rural southwest of Ireland. In a different time and a different place over the course of 24 years, from age 23 until 47 she gave birth to 16 children -- eight daughters, eight sons, no twins. My mom was the 15th.

Motherhood may have been her calling but growing up, my grandmother had done well in school and talked about becoming a teacher. That option ended with her marriage, as such jobs were scarce and available either to single women or male heads of households, but not allowed to be hoarded by two workers in the one family. Instead, she gave instruction in a different way: a living example of love and perseverance.

Although unable to pursue the possibility of a career outside the farmhouse where she settled, she insisted that her daughters receive an education or other chances for advancement. The local primary school, a simple building with two classrooms, stood within walking distance at the top of the lane. The boys often stopped attending on account of the farm work. Most of the girls, however, continued their education. Their mother wanted her daughters to have opportunities in their lives.

By encouraging them to spend time away, the irony was that she destined her girls for elsewhere. With bleak economic prospects at the time, little choice remained for them to stay. One after another, they left home -- almost all of them for the United Kingdom or the United States. Every night, their mother prayed for their protection.

Despite the distance, the mother-child relationship stayed strong through the letters they wrote: accounts of life in new lands, photographs of grandchildren born abroad. In this way, my mom learned about many of her sisters and brothers. Her mother held the notepaper close to her chest, near to her heart, savoring the words as if the sender were present with her there on the page as well. Then, she read them aloud to her husband and those still at home.

Almost every envelope included a portion of their earnings as well. How difficult it is today to imagine enclosing 20% of a weekly salary. Yet, this is what the children often did for their mother, pleased to think of her being able to buy fresh tomatoes as a treat or perhaps a haircut in town. After the arrival of electricity in the area, her oldest son and daughter-in-law bought her even greater gifts that transformed her life in the home: a washing machine and later a stove.

My mom followed in the footsteps of her siblings. Shortly before turning 17, she went to London with her sister. Whenever she returned home afterwards, traveling by train, car and ferry, her mom greeted her at the front door of the thatched farmhouse, so eager for her arrival. Walking her daughter into her room, she sat on the bed and tapped her hand against the mattress, saying, "tell me all that has happened since you left." My mom would then recount the latest from her sisters and brothers, as well as her experiences away from home.

As her daughters grew up, my grandmother sometimes confided that she looked forward to the day when they would return to live nearby, hopefully raising families of their own near her, able to visit as she aged. Although they didn't come back for good, still they remained close. They may have left, but their mother was with them wherever they went.

A few years ago, I found a cassette recording from a distant cousin in Florida who has since passed away. On one of his visits to Ireland decades earlier, he recorded a conversation with both of my grandparents. As my mom listened to her mother's voice for the first time in more than 30 years, the tears came. Memories flooded back, reminders of the imprint of a mother.

Like every year, they are there on Mother's Day. They are there every day.

Sean Carlson is completing a book about emigration through the lens of his mother's experiences, from Ireland to London and the United States.

( This story will be familiar to so many others. I have heard other versions of it recounted in my knitting group by some of those lucky enough to make their way back home, sadly not before the mothers they left behind had passed on.)

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Some people I snapped on Vintage Monday

4 Generations of Barretts

Anthony and Nuala McAulliffe and Jim Halpin

4 Bombshell Belles

Dan Neville ready for road

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Ballybunion at night courtesy of Ballybunnion Sea Angling

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John Kelliher took the Knockanure communicants on their big day.

Lyre School 1953, Vintage Monday and Bord na Mona

2013-05-15T07:30:00.000+01:00

Bill Murphy sent us this photo of his class in Lyreacrompane school in 1953. With the help of his niece, Kate Murphy MacMahon he has found all the names and even a photo of the page in the roll book with his name in Irish.
Bill is visiting North Kerry at the moment so maybe he will have a few more photos or memories to share.

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This photograph was taken in Dublin sometime in the 1940s. It shows a consingment of tractors on their way to Bord na Mona. In case you are wondering, I have no idea how they got them on and off.

This is a Ferguson machine, turning sod turf. Turning sods by hand, as many of my readers will know, is backbreaking drudgery. This machine revolutionised the turning process, marking one of the steps in the change that saw men replaced by machines on our bogs.

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Some more photos from Vintage Day in town.

Car enthusiasts might like this from the Limerick Leader 1913

Back then motoring was hard work.

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Nothing like a photograph of a photographer except maybe a photograph of 2 photographers. John Kelliher and Denis Carroll were recording it all on Vintage Monday.

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This beautiful baptismal font has been stolen this week from a ruined church in Co. Meath.

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Listowel Connection

More from Vintage Monday 2013 and An Post Rás in Listowel

St. Vincent de Paul shop, emigration and people at Vintage Day 2013

Lyre School 1953, Vintage Monday and Bord na Mona