 It has taken over five years for me to download off my phot and place the photograph in a folder.
One cardiac arrest later, my appreciation of the sticker has probably increased in that period.
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This morning on Bluesky, I saw a post by the Friends of Lister Lane cemetery. It was a photograph of a memorial at Edgerton Cemetery in Huddersfield to those children buried in unmarked graves. It prompted me to try to assemble those throughts and ideas that have been rambling around my head into something – this blog post. Last week in Clopook, Co. Laois, I spotted that some more headstones that moved the thought of infant dead towards the top of my brain list. There are very many headstones with unnamed infants. Regularly there might be a reference to the likes of ‘Their two young sons, died young’ or ‘And his infant brother.’ My nephew was stillborn twenty-four years ago. He was named and his name went on the grave marker. From my graveyard strolls, especially in earlier years, naming was not always done.
Michael Brennan is named after his mother who died a year later. A subsequent headstone places his father, traditional head of the family, first on the headstone despite he dying 67 years after Michael. Headstones not in chronological order are very frequently encountered. Subject to a detailed study, my impression is that in such situations a male is generally the first named.
These two memorials are at Grey Abbey in Kildare town – just behind Kildare Village and to the likes of me, much more deserving of a visit. Eileen (Aileen) died in 1948, three years after James yet the markers look new and of modern construction. There are more and more memorials in cemeteries, at cillíní and at churches to those buried in unmarked graves. My study some years ago found that the erecting of memorial plaques to the dead children is a reasonably modern tradition. This is a prompt to self to restart the research into where my own uncle may be buried while I can still talk with some of that generation…..
This sticker has me beaten on multiple counts.  1. Táimid ag Beano – I am Beano-ingVery many years ago, on a Thursday I think, I used to be down to the newsagent to get my copy of Roy of the Rovers on the day it landed. Beano – to me – was on the shelf with Dany, Tiger, Hotspur and so many more. I am Beano-ing is a completely new expression to me. Collins Dictionary has a listing for Beano, a noun used in British slang - a celebration, party, or other enjoyable time. So that is an option. This morning I learnt that Beano is also a digestive enzyme tablet to prevent gas, bloating and stomach pain. Another guess is that with the pint of stout and the sausage, there is a strong chance of wind requiring a Beano tablet. Two guesses but no certainty.  2. What is the crest?I have photographed with the phone and the camera. None are clear. With the eye, it is also not clear so suspect that the printing did not have a great resolution. I cannot make it out. There three crowns were checked against three-time winners off the European Cup in soccer and rugby but no luck……. 3. What is the pub?My first thought was possible The Phoenix / El Fenix but not correct  So I gift those three unsolved issues to the www for the bank holiday…..
 Memorials to those who died in World war II are not at all common in Catholic Churches. I was surprised to find this memorial in the church at Pallaskenry, Co. Limerick. It is not listed on the Irish War Memorials website so will have to complete the form and submit.
 I cannot remember seeing, reading of or hearing of and golf being played in Cork city – ever. But that is no reason obviously for a campaign against it. 
Timogue Church
‘The commemorative function of monuments was paramount. However, the expression of loss and regret for the dead was inextricably entwined with and, to an extent, secondary to attempts to continue the memory of their owners’ personal and social identities…….. Many thanks to the Hunt Museum Garden for the chill out time. This too, shall pass.
The bicycles go by in twos and threes. She believed she could, so she did. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. The past can hurt but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it. It always seems impossible until it’s done. 
 St Michael's Cemetery, Blackrock
 It is over twelve years since I did a blog post on the memorial that reads: Today, in St. Michael’s Cemetery in Blackrock, it was the expression that first caught my attention – ‘Welcome To the Future’. I had spotted the family name of Feehily but when I saw that the first name was Dominic, the internal smile got so wide. It is good to get a reminder that this is not a trial run and to get busy living…..
 Wexford Town It is a scene that has often appeared on television and cinema – a man walks into a shop and purchases a gun.
The conversation is generally with an American twang. I expect that the next time such a scene appears on the screen, I will be imagining it in a Wexford accent.
 It was a few years back when I spotted this streetsign in Wexford town. ‘Bóthar’ has been my default word in Irish for ‘Road’. I posted previously about Boher Road being translated as ‘Slí Bothair’. My preference would have been for ‘Bóthar Bóthair.’ A catch-up on the long overdue task of foldering my photographs brought me back to Roches Road. Teanglann advises that ‘ród’ translates as ‘roadstead’ – sheltered stretches of water where it is possible to safely drop anchor. ‘Roadstead’ is sometimes shortened to ‘road’. So the use of ‘ród’ is nautical. Unlike many streets in Cork, based upon my perception of its height above the quayside, I doubt that Roches Road was reclaimed from the harbour and so does not qualify as a ‘ród’ At least I have a topic for discussion if I ever meet a Wexford-head on a high stool during this Seachtain na Gaeilge – and then we can deliberate on how an Irish week lasts 17 days…… |
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