The famine came up twice today.
Over coffee, NK mentioned the Irish Famine Pots website which reminded me of a previous blog about the Famine Bowl in Ballingeary.
Then I spotted a tweet by C.C.I.F.V. about the excellent sculpture memorial between Lahinch and Ennistymon.
That has prompted me to group together my photographs of famine memorial locations and start to create a separate section on the website which hopefully will be fully updated later in the week.
I added to my bookshelf this week.
There have been a number of dots joined in one year because eighteen months ago I would not have known who Monsignor Hugh O’Flaherty was. That was my thought when I read of a talk in Dingle that had happened prior to our holidays.
Shortly after, his name cropped up when I was trying to find information on Delia Murphy. Then I spotted the statue in Killarney and had an item on the To Do list for the blog.
This summer the murals in Tralee and Killarney were spotted and have prompted today’s blog – now to get around to reading the book…..
I had never had need to think of who might be the patron saint for lawyers. It was just one of those things that had never been needed or even contemplated.
Having spotted this on the wall of the offices of Pierse McCarthy Lucey in Tralee, I am unlikely to forget Saint Yves and his appropriate compensation.
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.
As promised, another traditional musician who was unknown to me until I spotted a sign on the Drimoleague to Bantry road to this monument.
From the information at Tralibane and on the web, I now know just a bit more about the flute player, Francis O’Neill. He left West Cork in 1865 and rose to Chief of Police in Chicago, where he recruited many other traditional musicians. He was forever collecting tunes.
We will note 11th to 13th September in diary for a possible visit.
Today, the Irish Examiner article told of the Lord Mayor Chain of Office passing on and it help explain matters.
The invitations arrived Wednesday with an RSVP of Thursday, for a formal opening of Friday – the last day that the title Lord Mayor would be associated with the then incumbent; the last day that she would have the entitlement to open the curtain and unveil the plaque – the plaque with her name on it.
The buildings had been occupied for 13 months but it had to be that day for the opening – not the next day when the a different politician would have been written in stone – a former Green Party; former Independent; but now Sinn Féin, so steeped and ‘proud’ to reference previous Sinn Féin Lord Mayors
During the speeches, the listeners were advised that the Lord Mayor and others had come from an earlier formal opening and unveiling.
Did this politician stand to serve her community or to see her name in stone?
My ‘cynical’ fuse is not as long as it once was…..
On Tuesday, this plaque was unveiled.
If I had any slight inkling that people stood for election as a public representative to do good for their electorate; to represent their constituents; and to improve their electoral area, cynical old me got further ammunition to the contrary then.
The curtain in front of this plaque was pulled aside and then the photographs commenced.
I didn’t think there were that many politicians in the area. The number in the photograph for inclusion in the local papers was very large.
For that hour, the construction work stopped and no benefit was done for the constituents – just marketing and networking.
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.
Upto yesterday, I had never known of the Irish Sailors & Soldiers Land Trust.
I stopped to photograph this plaque on a pair of dwellings at Gurteenroe, Macroom – on the Killarney side of the town.
The good old internet has provided a lot of information including its establishment in 1922, its winding up in 1999, and a good thread on Boards.ie
Reading Boards.ie, it made reference to Abbeyfields in Killester – I only called to a friend’s house there a few weeks back – more connecting the dots – although I did not see any plaque.
I suspect that I will be checking out John Bull’s Other Homes in the City Library.
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