Simpler Times

The River Griffeen where I played during my Early Childhood

My early childhood in rural Ireland was rife with interesting and sometimes comical experiences. Having an eccentric English mother added colour and adventure to our small lives. As a young girl I came to fully understand the saying  ‘Mad dogs and Englishmen’. In today’s world where there are too many tears and not enough laughter, perhaps I can make a small difference.  I hope you will read and enjoy the comical stories of these simple and innocent childhood experiences.If you would like to share your childhood escapades with my loyal readers, I would be delighted to host you as a guest blogger on my site. See my Rules for Guest Bloggers.

Chariots of Fire ………continued.

Continued from last week.       “It will be three pence each,” Pat told the assembled throng of children surrounding my brothers, Sean and Pat. Toni was quietly sitting in her pushchair while Ian Ellis was fast asleep, each waiting to be taken for their... read more

Chariots of Fire

My mother had a very difficult time during her pregnancy with me. This resulted in two significant operations during her confinement and an almost six-month stay in the National Maternity Hospital in Dublin after my birth. It was then Kathleen came to join our family... read more

Fire and Rescue Srvices — continued.

Continued from last week. It rained all the next day so we were confined to playing in our garage or in the dining room when Kathleen had finished her house cleaning. Friday was warm and sunny. We took our dolls and their accoutrements up to our magic house, which had... read more

Fire and Rescue Services

One of our favourite games was ‘Playing House’. This consisted of gathering dolls, miniature china sets for those lucky enough to have them, doll’s clothing, cradles and blankets and lots of chainies. I think that is a made up Irish word for bits of broken china,... read more

Finn and Haddock —- Ventures into Husbandry

It was a wet spring afternoon. The wind rattled the windowpanes as the rain came down in great billowing sheets. Most of us were seated around the dining room table, busy completing our homework. My dad, Johnny, was away on a course learning about aircraft jet... read more

Pigs on the Green

Continued from last week   Pat took off like a madman while I searched for the baling twine in the wheelbarrow. I then followed Pat as he sprinted in pursuit of the errant Bess, who at this point had stopped in front of the Library, smelling the roses or was she... read more

Pigs on the Green

Pigs on the Green During the early nineteen fifties, Ireland was a struggling nation seeking to develop its own identity. Had it not been for the excellent system of education for the masses, run by the religious, I fear the country would have been categorized as a... read more

Simpler Times —— The Funeral

  It was early in the summer of 1947, one of the hottest on record in Ireland, with little or no rainfall for several months. I was five years old. We had just finished our last school term of the year. At that time, my eldest brother Tom was going through his... read more