When I first read of ‘The Red City’ being the nickname for Gurranabraher, it stuck in the grey matter as a little nugget – relatives who had grown up in Mount Nebo had never shared that gem with me.
When I find a nugget, sooner or sometimes much later, other little bits of knowledge cling on as they float by, increasing the extent of information – those dots of knowledge forever connected, in my strange head anyways.
Red City makes an appearance in Cónal Creedon’s Passion Play – ‘This Could be Heaven’ is great to read, brilliant to hear, an experience to see arising from the dark, and well worth few moments yielding to your imagination.
This morning, heading down to Brian at the fish stall on the Coalquay Market for our surprise stash, we spotted that the Red City had yielded to the clouds.
Reason enough to prompt this ramble.
Reason enough to put out there.
Mick D was a census enumerator a few months back in the Red City. The official forms were ‘Gurranebraher’ whereas locals had ‘Gurranabraher’ – another riddle awaiting explanation.
…The main contractors for the project were Messrs Murray and Lane, Builders..Sand and gravel was supplied by John a. Wood Ltd. of Carrigrohane Road. Cooking and lighting facilities were provided by Cork Gas Company. Also involved were Swann’s of Knapp’s Square…..Hickey’s of Maylor Street not only supplied 2,500 tons of Portland Cement, but also 300,000 red roof-tiles. The colour of the tiles soon resulted in some local wag nicknaming the area ‘Red City’!!
My city is a Royal town, dressed up in crimsons and gold. In the distance, through the mists of time and coal smoke I hear the cry of an Echo boy, the sound of men walking and whistling their way home from work to the Red City of Gurranabraher, the chimes of an ice-cream van across on Spangle Hill, the bells of some cathedral or other, the yelps of children from Roches Buildings playing ball along the road.
“Can you imagine
Shortly after this the friars erected a small chapel high in the hills overlooking the city from the northwest in a place which became known as Cilleen na Gurranaigh – The Little Church of The Groves. The chapel itself was known as ‘Teampaill na mBrathair’, many years later, the whole area had become known as ‘Gurradh na mBrathair’ – The Grove of the Brothers, or Friars Grove. The time spent by the Franciscans in Gurranabraher is marked by the naming of a row of houses just below Barrett’s Buildings known as Friars Avenue.”
This morning’s update from Stair na hÉireann advised that on this day in 1975, Seamus Murphy died.
His work has prompted quite a number of blogs here before.
I have yet to upload and create a separate section of the work that I have photographed on my travels.
For now and for today, a slideshow of a selection of his work.
I spotted this plaque recently on the gable wall of the former Infant School at Higher O’Connell Street in Kinsale.
The screw fixings do give the indication that it is probably not original to the building. Google streetview confirms that it was in place in 2011.
I am lost as to its meaning.
I have not seen anything like it before, or since.
It may not be as important or as news-worthy as Cormac Ó Bruic’s departure from The Flying Enterprise or Na Piarsaigh football team bein g instructed to speak English.
No doubt it is human error and an oversight but arguably it is discrimination nonetheless.
English speakers can park in the Loading Bay on Woods Street on Saturdays and Sundays – they being outside the prohibited periods on Monday to Friday.
Those communicating through Irish are prohibited on Saturday – Dé Sathrain.
The frog was keeping an eye on me. I almost missed him completely.
The Henley family headstone is in St. Finbarr’s Cemetery. I liked the shape and detail and was taking some photographs. Only then did I spot the frog.
I think that this is a great detail. Not only will I now remember the Henley family, but I will remember with a smile.
Respect too to Wallis Monumental Sculptors in Midleton.
Take a while to appreciate the carving on a headstone at St. John’s Cemetery, Glantane (near Mallow).
My trail in search of the work of Seamus Murphy continues – a very successful week was had.
This morning, I had a very enjoyable hour at Church of the Annunciation in Blackpool where there was an exhibition on the work of SM as part of Culture Night.
Saturday afternoon was spent in St Finbarr’s Cemetery. A meeting in Dunmanway of Tuesday allowed me to take time out and travel on to Drimoleague, Castlehaven, Myross and Clonakilty to admire and record.
The carving above was taken on my last trip to the Dingle Peninsula this summer when yet another detour was taken.
I spotted the headstone immediately as I entered the cemetery. The shape, stone, thickness and colour of engraving make the work of SM distinctive, and helpful to spot.
I was immediately taken with the carving. I was appreciating it so much that it was a small while before I read (and translated) the inscription.
Then, I was even more impressed with the carving and its appropriateness to remember and commemorate a young life – a life of only eight years.
Feargal Ó Tuama - ag smaoineamh ort.
Con, Connie, Cornelia and Neilus – I have met at least one person with each these names on my journeys about this planet.
I do not think that I have ever met a ‘Cornelious’ but some of those who I addressed as ‘Cornelius’ may have been silently offended at my assumption as to the spelling of their name.
When I spotted this headstone at Abbeystrowry Cemetery earlier, my first thought was that it was an unusual spelling – one that I had not seen previously. My crossword brain then kicked in thinking that words ending in ‘ious’ are generally adjectives – devious, previous, conscious…
Reading down the headstone, it appears that ‘Cornelious’ was a popular name in a branch of the McCarthy clan.
There are many names that demand clarification as to spelling when first introduced to the nameholder – Ahern/Aherne; Mahony/ O’Mahony/ O’Mahoney (generally leads to a soup discussion); and, Isobel/Isabel/Isabelle.
Cornelius/ Cornelious has now been added to that list.
I very much like the idea of bringing metal or even street furniture into the garden as a feature.
I still hope for a phone box – and a letter box. I was jealous of JV’s Cannon Bath.
I do have a hopper, a yellow fire hydrant ‘H’ sign and recently got the top of an old bus stop when CIE were installing the new design bus stops. I think that they improve the garden – not everyone agrees but they definitely provide a discussion topic.
The most recent acquisition is a church pew – an adequately sized location is the current hurdle.
When in Kerry during the summer, my envy increased a few levels when I spotted what I assume to be a railway line marker.
The Inchicore Works from 1899 for the Great Southern & Western Railway – absolutely lovely and guaranteed to start a discussion.
An absolute beauty – in the eyes of this beholder.
The annual Irish Times list of most common children’s names tends not to change much – but below the top twenty, I suspect that there are a few names plummeting or even disappearing.
I do not think I know of someone called Gobnait, Concepta, or Attracta (shortened to Tracta) who is under the age of fifty.
I have a recollection of there being very many by the names of Mary, Finbarr, Noreen and Margaret when growing up – but I do not think that I have heard anyone in school with or playing with our ten year old by any of those names. Even extending the search to friends of neighbours, nephews and nieces does not hit a match with those names.
Even Patrick and Michael are 16th and 8th on the Irish Times list. They are definitely not as often encountered as they were when I was younger. Out of 120 pupils in my year, we could probably have had a full team made up of just Mike, Micheal, Padraig and all derivatives of Michael and Patrick – all children of the mid-sixties.
Recently visiting St . Mary’s Cemetery at Fanlobbus in Dunmanway, I spotted this headstone to Goodhand Clarke. My first thought was that it was a name more likely to be heard on The Little House on the Prairie or in a film about the Amish community – not one in West Cork.
I do like the name – both the sound and the message.
I am not sure our society is creating very many Goodhand’s.
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