Two years ago, the Art Installation was completed on the Half Moon Street side of Cork Opera House. I blogged about it back then and it has held up very well.
Walking past earlier, I noted that Maeve Binchy has been removed by Bord Gais.
Why the unit was not located at the other side of the panel, I do not know – maybe the Bord Gais fitters did not like Maeve Binchy’s books…
Last week, when in Skibbereen, I made sure to stop and photograph the plaque to Ellen Clerke and Agnes Clerke.
If you have a few minutes, you can read about both Ellen and Agnes on Roaringwater Journal. Both are very very interesting.
A while back, I went on about the various translations of Main Street that I have spotted around the country.
Last week, Skibbereen offered another variation – the street of the centre of town.
In some ways it is probably more apt; more Irish-English; and less English than Main Street.
Waterstones’ Travel Section. Today.
Simon Armitage – Walking Home.
Clare Balding – Walking Home.
Theo Dorgan – Sailing for Home.
All jumping out.
And I didn’t even reach E.
Is my own canoe paddling against the tide?
On May 1st, I was in the Holy Trinity Church, the Church of the Capuchin Order, located on Fr. Mathew Quay.
For the first time, I spotted this plaque commemorating Fr. Dominic, I.R.A. Brigade Chaplain. Upto then I had not known that there were chaplains in the War of Independence and Civil War.
The following day, Stair na hÉireann had a piece on Fr. Aloysius who had a similar role in Dublin and attended some of the Proclamation signatories before their execution.
The web again educates. Fr. Dominic was appointed by Tomás MacCurtain and was first to his house on the morning he was murdered. He then ministered Terence macSwiney in England during his hunger strike. Fr Dominic was also a spy recruiter.
He died in Bend, Oregan but his remains were returned and buried in Rochestown College.
Still learning every day.
SE’s cake was a major hit at a communion we attended yesterday.
There definitely was a sense of ‘wanting to keep it’ conflicting with ‘wanting to eat it’ among the younger members present.
It was eaten and enjoyed. It was appreciated and enjoyed for the period before that…..
I would regularly have walked around the area of Upper John Street and the old North Infirmary/Maldron Hotel.
Even a while back, I commented on the street art by Kinlay House.
I am not sure if I ever noticed the indentation on the covers to the chambers in the footpath. If I did, I possibly presumed that they were they to provide slip resistance.
TOH pointed out to me this week that I should look at the cover at the bottom of the steps to Bob & Joan Walk – a memorial to the Marian Year.
I don’t know about you but I do wonder at the story and history. Maybe the covers needed amending to avoid slipping and the lads in the Council yard decided to make a special version – any chance of T.J., J.O.C., F.O.M., M.M.D., J.O.C., or D.H. telling the story 61 years later.
Maybe they were not Council employees and decided to provide a replacement cover to recognise the year – an ‘over-cover’ campaign.
Do you know?
I was in Durrus on Tuesday and smiled when standing by the Sheep’s Head Bar.
So simple – great value in terms of smiles/euro
Baa to you too.
Last March, I commented that I missed taking a photograph of the fingerpost sign saying ‘Ambush Sight’.
By the time I went out with my camera, the original sign had been removed and replaced. However, ‘Radharc’ remained in the Irish translation.
In April, I noted that the second sign had been taken away and the pole remained.
A few weeks ago, the third sign was spotted.
A while back, I commented on the posters by the campaign against water charges.
It looks like that the Irish translation has changed.
I understood that the adjective was after the noun in Irish – so Boycott Mór may be more appropriate from my knowledge.
Nither ‘Boycott’ ,‘oll-‘ or ‘sluaite’ made it onto this poster either.
What do you think?
Is it art? Is it religious? Does it matter, except to satisfy my heightened sense of curiosity?
I had a lovely lunch today in Hudson’s Wholefoods in Ballydehob and spotted this on a house nearby.
I don’t know the answers but I do know it is not something I have seen over a door before.
I was not fast enough.
Pólo regularly has a ‘Where is it?’ quiz. For the first time, I actually knew where it was but didn’t spot the question in time – a side-effect of being a non-twitter, I suspect.
I liked the sculpture at Mount Street Crescent in Dublin when I saw it a few weeks ago - Birdy by Rowan Gillespie .Through, Pólo I have discovered that it ‘represents a bird that has just been freed from its cage and is about to fly away.’
A good a reason as any to share with you.
It is decades since I was first educated as to the Irish language – fourteen years later, that education ceased with the Leaving Certificate.
It wasn’t much used after that other than intrigue as to place names.
It was only this year, thanks to POF at our conversational Irish class that I realised that there is no word for ‘YES’ in Irish.
Something that those campaigning in the upcoming referendum still do not know.
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Come Here To Me
Pilgrimage in Medieval Ireland
The Irish Aesthete
Ireland in History Day By Day
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The Standing Stone
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