I write in the margins of my books – generally notes to cross-reference to other dots of information. I love when I buy a second-hand book to read the notes or inscriptions of others. It is a bit similar to the mantra that we are only custodians of our houses/buildings and are holding them for the next generation. I like to read what the previous generation might have added to the book. I am a fan of Bookcrossing and very much appreciate public realm works so I was very well impressed with Liverpool One for their book swap chill zone. |
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Last week, having a morning meeting in North County Dublin, I spend the night in Skerries and had an enjoyable hour the following morning walking around the town and beach – expect more from there than this blog entry.
There are four signs on the toilet block on the beach road and they did provide some opening for thought: Irish appears more consistent than English What are ‘Mens’? Who proofread that sign? Am I the first person to read the sign and be puzzled by ‘Mens’? I had thought that the Irish on public signs needed to be at least as large and prominent as the English – on this occasion, size does not appear to equal right. Angry Old Man - 4 |
Last year, I took a photograph of the Obelisk Monument outside Drispsey. There was no fingerpost sign. Exactly two weeks ago, POF was driving past when he noticed the sign saying: Radharc Luíocháin AMBUSH SIGHT It was not until the following Monday that I was able to get there. In that time, a replacement sign had been erected. The English had been corrected. Maybe when I pass the road next, they may also have corrected the Irish version. | “Radharc” translates as ‘Sight’, ‘Vision’ or ‘View’. |
Do they get sent to someone or are they kept at City Hall?
Are they like Christmas cards, that one throws out a few weeks later? Or are they kept for a while, and then thrown out when covered in dust.
Is there someone who reads all the messages?
Or is the purpose a benefit to the citizens of Cork in allowing them to pen their expressions?
I do not know the answers to any of these questions.
Nearly two years ago, I noted the Fire Cock sign on the then Moderne building. Some guidance from The Oracle as to the use of the FC markers followed by the Fire Hydrant to the now yellow H.
Following on from some recent hopper finds, I have been looking upwards. Yesterday, I went down Elbow Lane tempted by some more hoppers only to find a F.C. plaque that had escaped me upto now.
That brings the total to 91 – until I find another in hiding.
Last September, I was early for a meeting in Mitchelstown so stopped to walk to St. Fanahan’s Well. As you might have gathered from previous posts, Holy Wells intrigue me – the possible incorporation of Pagan rituals in Christian religious practices; the cures believed to be as a result of his intervention; and the continued observance of the tradition.
In September, it was a pleasant morning walk down the tree lined path and around the well.
Last Friday, driving back from Co. Kildare with a head cold after a long tiring day, made longer by road works diversions, I stopped again at St Fanahan’s Well – it being within seven days of the feast day. From the time I started walking down the path to my return, I passed about ten people – this being at about 6.00 p.m., dark and wet.
The straightness of the path, especially when lit, is a sight. The tall trees that surround the Well area gathered the soft rain into larger drops which fell from the trees to give the sound of heavier rain that actually fell.
I walked around the path clockwise as practised by those there before me, but the prayers and rosary are not of my religious persuasion so were not said.
The tall straight trees call out to be touched.
Before the M8 Mitchelstown by-pass, it must have offered an extremely peaceful and atmospheric chill-out time. The road traffic noise did impinge on my efforts to clear the head.
Derelict sites do drag down adjacent properties and the city in general. It is unfortunate that Cork City Council allows so many derelict sites to exist and continue to deteriorate in the city.
If they are afraid to use the power to compulsorily purchase the sites, they could take lessons from Limerick City Council on how to transform derelict sites on a temporary basis.
Some time after, I came across this sign in Clonakilty and was introduced to another word that was new to me – ‘Hireling’.
It is a bad day when I do not learn something new.
“Hewitt’s distillery, until it amalgamated with the Cork Distilleries company, was in Watercourse Road. Murphy’s Brewery was established in 1854……in the Watercourse Road area situated on the site of an old Foundling Hospital” |
Or, on the assumption that the sign on the Academy St/Faulkner’s Lane site is the most recent, maybe Cork City Council have realised their error and have correcting the spelling.
Or maybe, it is just a further example of streetsigns not being consistent and adding a bit of variety, spice and debate to life.
I am more and more convinced that there is enough anomalies and inconsistencies to warrant a separate section on the website.
One could say that it the work that he is being paid to do and is that not reward enough – no further recognition is required.
But one says thank you to a shop teller – most of the time.
I found this plaque refreshing that enough local people thought highly enough of Fran Cleary’s work that they wished to record a ‘thank you’.
The enhancement of self-worth in just hearing these two words may them so valuable.
It dealt substantially with street signage but other nuggets of information were also found.
Towards the end we arrived at Tuckey Street and Tom stopped to talk about this sign that I had photographed some months ago.
He understands that the sign was originally on the building on the corner of Grand Parade and Tuckey St which, I understand burnt down, and now forms part of Bishop Lucey Park. This is consistent with the current siting of
the sign – both in terms of height on building (at shopfront height is rather low) and also in respect of position within the street (signs were generally at the beginning and end of streets and not in the middle).
He pointed out details, some of which I had not observed, which indicates that the sign-writer may not have been very experienced:
- For each of the three lines of text, there are three lightly scored lines, similar to what I recall from primary school to get our proportions for letters correct
- The first row appears reasonably well set out but an ability to appropriately set out the second row was beyond the writer,
- The gap between ‘E’ and ‘T’ in ‘STREET’,
- The fancy tail to the ‘U’, and
- The odd ‘6’.
Reading this back, it does make it look like an uninteresting walk and talk. That is so far from the truth.
Although I would be more familiar with Summerhill North, I understood that both Summerhill North and Summerhill South were exactly that – Summerhill – a single word with no gap. Similarly Windmill has always been one word. I cannot recall ever using them as two words consecutively in that order. But someone obviously does not agree with me. That they are both evident in one photograph only makes the revised spelling more striking. |
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