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Post by andybrennan on Mar 13, 2010 1:22:13 GMT
Mary F and Tony
The age of progress has taken over in the camp Re Fuel supplies,
Gone all upmarket they are no bockety auld prams or go carts no now very modern they are,
the wheelie bin has been adapted as a fuel transporter
Andy
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Post by maryfarrell6 on Mar 13, 2010 1:36:51 GMT
Hi Andy, Progress indeed by the sounds of it,upwardly mobile eh and shur isn't the wheelie bin a great disguise as well, any fear of being caught just jump inside and wait till the coast is clear another bonus is look how much turf can be packed into it, so only one run would be needed to stock up the fuel for the week, I like the sound of that ;D things most definetly have moved on. MaryF
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Post by annemcnamara on Mar 13, 2010 3:38:00 GMT
Hi Carmel, yes it was me with red hotpants, next to me was son Lahert, Joe Coughlin, Tim Houlihan, Mrs Barnby my mam and out front is Olive. Anne.
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Post by andybrennan on Mar 13, 2010 7:57:44 GMT
Hi Anne, After all your protestations re snap with hot pants , Matt does not publish his snap adn then ypo pop up anyway
Thanks for naming the faces, it does prove me auld memory is dim
Andy
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Post by andybrennan on Mar 13, 2010 8:04:40 GMT
Mary F.
re the wheelie bins, I knew one chap very industrious he was he had what can only be described as a convey of them, his method was to wheel each bin to an apparent bin pick up point . he would fill each to capacity wheel them to their allocated spot and then work from the furthest back to his house, not a busy little bee but an night owl always on the graveyard shift
Andy
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Post by maryfarrell6 on Mar 13, 2010 8:56:22 GMT
Hi Andy, Sure weren't we always a resourceful lot? glad to see free enterprise is still going strong today old habits die hard eh. Mind you its a lot easier now less competition to bag or 'bin' the turf, not to many willing little 'helpers' about to help store the stuff away mores the pity. We would have given him a run for his money back in the days. Happy times indeed. MaryF
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Post by joanivers on Mar 13, 2010 10:01:35 GMT
Hello again Eileen I remember you well, we were goog buddies as kids, ye were the first to have a television in McDonagh, a crowd of us used to sit on your sitting room window looking in at it, we could hear you all saying, ah Ma let them in and she always did, bless her, she was always kind to us kids. You have to agree everyone wanted to live in McDonagh Eileen, you and your family were missed when you left. regards Eileen, Joan
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Post by kathyo on Mar 13, 2010 13:38:20 GMT
hi joan i am eileen's sister kathleen i was very good friends with youre sister anne (rip) i was very sorry to hear of her death she must have been very young. and of course pat harper who also died before her time may she rest in peace. all the best joan kathy obrien
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Post by Eileen on Mar 13, 2010 17:59:41 GMT
Hi All,
I've just seen the photos in Gallery 13 supplied by Phillip Lahert, (Eamon and Sonny were very good friends with my brother Billy). The one I most like is the one next to Easons of the two little children arm in arm skipping around the Garrison - how carefree do they look. Once again thank you Matt and Phillip for providing such happy memories of the place I'm sure we all call home.
Best Wishes.
Eileen
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Post by johnnykelly on Mar 13, 2010 18:15:18 GMT
Re: NEW PHOTOGRAPH GALLERIES, Hi All I remember a neighbour of my brother in law was very fond of relocating his turf which was neatly stacked out his backyard when he decided to do something about it so low and behold the next morning there was a loud bang andout the neighbour came covered in soot and the inlaw declared thats the last time he will touch my turf, as he had put a shotgun cartridge inside a sod of turf and super glued it back and that stopped the turf stealing. Johnny
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Post by kathyo on Mar 13, 2010 18:36:46 GMT
hi mat great photographs i loved the one of the to kids out side the garason and easons all the best kathyo
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Post by maryfarrell6 on Mar 13, 2010 19:06:42 GMT
Hi All, I loved that one with the two friends arm in arm outside the garrison would love to know who they were and if they're still friends today? and the one outside Easons whoever that baby in the pram was would be nearly in their forties now. Remember spending so much time gazing in those two windows admiring all the changing displays from Christmas,Valentines Day,St.Patricks Day,Easter and Halloween. Farrells/Powells were the same, a new display for every occasion and season and to us kids it was an event to stand and look in awe, like a treasure throve an Alladins cave, and we'd dream of owning one or more of the items and then we probably had our poor parents gone mad dropping hints about what was our favourite. Then checking the window daily to make sure nobody else had bought it MaryF
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Post by Eileen on Mar 13, 2010 19:36:44 GMT
Hi Mary,
Just mentioning the word 'your dream' in your post triggered off a memory of my Da telling us stories as we sat around the fire and he would always say to us 'look into the flames' - you can see your dreams there.
I also remember evenings when we all sat around the fire and Dad would ask us all general knowledge questions - oh what fun we had!
Eileen
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Post by afcmoore on Mar 13, 2010 23:01:22 GMT
Hi Andy & Mary F. My Dad was caretaker in Wexford Military BkS for over 40yrs. We would have a delivery of turf and coal from the Curragh which was locked in a fuel yard. The fuel was used to heat the offices and the other buildings and when the Da was finished with the key he had to hand it in. He had to buy his own fuel and was not allowed to use this. Well you can well imagine with money not been great in those days he would help himself to the fuel. I think most of the families who lived in as there were only 3 also helped themselfs and a blind was turned. But a new officer and Sergeant were posted to the Bks and reports to the officer that the Da might be taking the fuel. He was called in but they couldn't prove it. One morning he had stacked loads of turf under the beds but later in the day he took it to the empty store room under the house.He removed the floor boards and piled all the turf underneath and replaced the boards. That night a knock on our door by the Officer and his informer to search the house for hidden fuel and they found nothing and then check the stores which was empty. Right said the Officer to his informer i don't want any more tales about this mans honesty. Well the Da kept up his little perk without any further trouble until he retired. Times were hard and you had to duck and dive to survive . Cheers Com Ant.
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Post by andybrennan on Mar 13, 2010 23:16:06 GMT
Hi Tony me auld pal
your dad could have been belong to the Magi the three wise men.
Look after family first
we have all been there
Andy
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