I suspect that Fastnet Lighthouse is probably very close to the top of the list of things that have changed least since this photograph was taken in 1933.
I feel an OCD tendency coming on regarding islands and lighthouses……
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Another snapshot from POK’s collection.
I suspect that Fastnet Lighthouse is probably very close to the top of the list of things that have changed least since this photograph was taken in 1933. I feel an OCD tendency coming on regarding islands and lighthouses……
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It is so easy to line oneself up for a fall….
Earlier in the week, over coffee, we were chatting about someone heading to Glenbeigh, Co. Kerry for the weekend and I piped up to say that the church in Glenbeigh is the only place where I have seen a stained glass window dedicated to an I.R.A. member who died in the Civil War or War of Independence – having spotted the commemorative window to Frank O’Grady last year. CC quickly educated me that there is a similar window much closer to home. Later, a visit to the North Cathedal confirmed that Con and Jerh Delany are commemorated in the large window behind the altar. Another reminder to self that one is forever learning. Another cemetery which provides a nugget.
Last Friday, I took time out and walked around the very small graveyard at Kilshannig, outside Castlegregory – at the end of the Maharees. It is the first time I have seen a directional arrow engraved on a headstone – this one pointing to O’Leary’s Island, officially known as Illauntannig (Oilean tSeanaig). The island can be seen from the grave. Only in Ireland…………
Is it only in Ireland that one might enjoy an evening during the August bank holiday driving through rain and waves as they crash over the road? Before thinking that those waves may contain stones that are not very compatible with the car windows…. A while back, I pictured the notice in the window of Hannie Agnes’s bar in Dingle before the Kerry v Cork replay. Earlier, I spotted their message today and their opinions of ‘Duuubblin’ and the football played by Monaghan –“Monaghan Puke Football” - which they must feel strongly about as Kerry were playing Kildare. Some day, I will get to experience watching a match within the pub and experience the atmosphere…. Another statue to a traditional musician spotted on my travels recently – this one in Skibbereen. James Goodman was Canon at Abbeystrewery in Skibbereen; born in Dingle; collector of a huge number of traditional tunes; and professor of Irish at Trinity College Dublin. Once more learning from the signs.
On Monday, I attended the performance of Rossa at Skibbereen Town Hall, in the very pleasant company of the scribes from Roaringwater Journal.
I was only taught history in school upto the (then) Inter Cert. The play however, brought home how much we were NOT taught as to Irish history and in particular Irish Republican history. The production, a collaboration of a number of amateur drama groups, was very enjoyable, used mixed media well, but more than anything else for this viewer, it was so educational. I would have had a sense of connecting O’Donovan Rossa to America; I would have thought that the Bobby Sands hunger strike was the first campaign for political status; I did not know that Pearse’s oration was at his grave. I do now but also have so much more to learn. Gnéas
I did taste it last year when on holidays on Dingle peninsula – a nice ale. A friend went so far as to ‘borrow’ a glass which he has yet to return. It was only last week that I spotted the advertising campaign and smiled. It appears that there is a campaign to promote Peig.
I am biased as having enjoyed the book (in English) but nearly everyone of my vintage does not have a positive memory of reading Péig in school. The crafts people obviously think there is a market among Peig admirers. A few weeks back, I went to Ó Bhéal, upstairs at The Long Valley. Seán Ó Roideacháin was the guest poet. His readings were in both Irish and English. It brought home to me the lyrical nature and lovely sound of Gaeilge. Seán generally read each poem in Irish and then English translation. There was no doubt in my ears that the Irish version had a cadence about it – the flow and rhythm was so much smoother than the English. Maybe I have a slight bias in having started conversational Irish classes a while back but my knowledge level was such that I could not fully understand the Irish so was probably more in tune with the sound. It reminded me of the caption on the statue to Willie Clancy at Milltown Malbay that I thought that I’d share.
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