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Post by guest on May 11, 2007 16:08:23 GMT
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Post by Matt on May 13, 2007 18:31:57 GMT
Well you have me there on that one ;D
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Post by guest on May 13, 2007 20:04:32 GMT
You might be a little too young to remember Matt but I'm sure one or two of your sisters might remember the said dog.!!!!!
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Post by Sean Tracey on May 14, 2007 21:50:07 GMT
Rex Mooney i remember him well, every time he got we as children all ran for cover. He was a big black dog sort of a crossed Lab with something else i think that he was poisioned by the sheepmen when a lot of dogs were poisioned by them, that was a terriable thing that went on they dropped it into peoples backyard its lucky that children were not poisioned as well. Mr Mooney lived in the houses by the power station Neighbours were R to L Mickey Dwyer ex Sergent Major McDunnagh Bks ( Dinger Dwyer) The Sweeney family. The O Neills .Murt Mick ,Helen and Mary , and Mr Mooney lived at the end . I do remember him a little he wore a hat and glasses i also remember that he also drove a Ford Anglia ;D Prefect of around late 1950 earley 1960 Vintage. He and my late father knew each other they often went for a pint together. With regard to Rex he was quite a nasty dog i remember my old mate Pat Dwyer telling me that he was knocked down by Rex at the old plots in Clarke. ;D
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Post by Brendan Delaney on May 15, 2007 1:55:04 GMT
Lads,
God bless your memory. There were many a time we had to take a short cut over the oil barrels in the yard across the road from the power station to escape from the infamous Rex, as we headed to Ceannt Terrace. He patrolled the row of houses like a bloody Nazi.
I knew what fear was when he ran after us. Thank God he couldn't mount the empty barrels. Dinger Dywer was so use to him. He laughed at us "escaping" the nutter dog.
Keep them coming.
Brendan ;D
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Post by Helena Kerrigan on May 15, 2007 19:59:31 GMT
Well Sean and Brendan, Nothing wrong with your memory boys !!!!! I too remember Rex Mooney. Mr. Mooney's grand-daughter (Geraldine Sheehan) told me that Rex used to run alongside the big black car that her Granddad drove and the dog travelled faster than the car!!!
Helena
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Post by Matt McNamara on May 16, 2007 21:22:31 GMT
REX the wonder dog !!! I will have to give him a page for hinself on the www.curragh.info
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Post by joemurray on Apr 23, 2008 21:03:30 GMT
In Hare Park the Wilson family had a pet lamb called Mutton.I think its mother had died.This lamb used to follow us kids around and had no fear of humans or all our pet dogs.I think at times he taught he was a dog.It was bottle fed (a guinness bottle with teat) until it could look after itself.We had an old pram which we used to put Mutton into and push him down the hill.Nothing botherd this lamb he would follow us into our houses Alas he grew into a sheep and had to be taken away by some farmer.Leaving us young ones heart broken
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Post by Brendan Delaney on Apr 23, 2008 23:32:52 GMT
Joe,
This is a great and heartfelt story. Only in the Curragh!
Super!
Brendan ;D
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Post by olive tierneymc namara on May 11, 2008 2:07:05 GMT
Hi Brendan Sean and Joe, like my little brother matt i dont remember that famous dog "rex mooney". but i do remember a lot of other wild dogs around the camp ha ha. I also had a pet lamb called "larry" so i know where joe is coming from as Brendan said, its only in the curragh u would get that. well its been great chatting with u, as i always said"u grew up with someone in the camp for years and u dont see them for years and when u meet them again its like u have never been parted" Brendan give my best wishes to Ann and Veronica. Cheers and best wishes to u all
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Post by tommy on May 14, 2008 23:15:54 GMT
Hi all, Seen as everyone is on the dog trail i rem. Mark Murphy's dog butch Mc Donagh Tce would be sent to Bob Murphy "Eason's for the paper and return with it in good order never failed
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Post by marksparrow on Jun 2, 2008 14:17:05 GMT
Does anyone remember Pat Dix, who worked in the boiler house for the pool?.I used to go down to the boiler house with my dad, and the place was fantastic. There were postcards pinned all over the wall, sent to the boiler house from guys who were on holidays in "exotic places".Most of the cards were "dirty" cards, that you would have to take a sneaky look at. These cards were usually of women in bikinis, or cartoon versions of them. To us at that age, they were "really dirty". Then you would go out and spend hours digging for treasure in the turf mould.
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Post by mag on Jul 3, 2008 10:36:07 GMT
Does any one out there remember an old lady who came into the camp every Friday morning in a donkey and cart to sell sweets to the soliders. She unloaded her goods out side McDonagh barracks and some one would sound the triangle to let every one know she was there. i remember as kids we used to call her "old granny gray"
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Post by tommyhetherington on Jul 3, 2008 16:08:02 GMT
Hi Mag, Before my time but did here of this person I will try to get info
Tommy H
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Post by jude on Jul 3, 2008 16:28:06 GMT
hi all great stuff and another good day in the camp was when the brickets or turf were delevered to the swimming pool boiler, and once again it was like the charge of the light Bde,prams, buggies, Watch out for the red caps green coats, could'nt catch a nanny Goat, My dad was one of them, but that never stopped us.
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