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Yesterday, I wrote about my visit last month to St. John’s Well in Killone, outside Ennis.
The local resident told a lovely story about Francis O’Neill who had lived locally and who had helped and volunteered with very many local groups and actions. When the new altar was being built, it was decided to dedicate it to Francis O’Neill.
When the monumental sculptor who was making the altar was told of the engraving, he said that there would be no charge for the altar. Some of those good turns did not go unnoticed in that quarter.
One needs a story like that every once in a while for the uplift value.
Gort, similar to Macroom, was a town that one had to pass through on a journey to elsewhere. The length of the town always made the passing through feel much longer than was perceived as necessary. The bends in the road up to Gort only added to the lack of feel-good when considering Gort.
All that is now changed – a by-pass solves many ills.
Recently, I went to Gort and saw it as a town for the first time.
I was well impressed with the wall art on the Gallery Café – if it had been open at that time of the morning, it would have had me as a customer.
I was in Mallow a few weeks ago and noted this sign on the newly constructed public toilet facility.
After my blog some weeks ago on the various translations of Avenue, I smiled that ‘Ascaill’ was the only word consistent in Irish between the two signs – and that it was spelt the same on both, not any of the recently observed such as ‘Ascall’, ‘Ascal’ or even ‘Ascail’.
As the toilet sign is more recent than the streetsign, one might assume that the Irish are moving away from ‘Noamh’ for ‘Saint’ and back to ‘San’.
As for James, I suppose that there are even more than the two alternatives here.
If one were to contemplate learning Irish, it may not be recommended to start with streetsigns.....
Last Friday, we went for a meal to Sakura on MacCurtain St. – a Japanese restaurant.
The food was very tasty and we all enjoyed the fare.
None of us were adventurous enough to try the Chicken Tights…..
I spotted this stencil art recently when on Oliver Plunkett St.. I do like.
The images are definitely appropriate to the name of the shop.
I have been somewhat put off by many thinking that street art is what should be done with idle or derelict buildings – board up the windows with plywood and paint a window with curtains and either flowers or a cat in it. After seeing this so many times, it does hammer home the poor future for commercial buildings and entities.
For this site and also for the Irish War Memorials website, I have been recording commemorative plaques around the country when I see them.
With the 40th anniversary this weekend, I thought it a good idea to upload photographs taken on my last trip to Dublin.
There is a small line between determination, stubbornness and obsessive compulsive tendencies and I am probably veering towards the end of that progression.
Last June, I pondered on three tiles that I saw in Cork. Since then I have photographed over 200 such tiles in different cities and towns. Last Saturday, I had to go to Galway and set off early to head to Tuam as I was told that there were tiles there – if there are, they did escape me.
After my appointment, I did record many more tiles in Galway but also found out a few things:
Blogs I Read & Links
Thought & Comment
For the Fainthearted
Bock The Robber
140 characters is usually enough
That’s How The Light Gets In
Tea and a Peach
Buildings & Things Past
Come Here To Me
Pilgrimage in Medieval Ireland
The Irish Aesthete
Ireland in History Day By Day
Buildings of Ireland
Irish War Memorials
The Standing Stone
Time Travel Ireland
Stair na hÉireann
Wide & Convenient Streets
The Irish Story
Our City, Our Town
West Cork History
Cork’s War of Independence
Cork Historical Records
Rebel Cork’s Fighting Story
40 Shades of Life in Cork