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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 11, 2008 18:35:22 GMT
Hi mag
know you are younger than me it would appear that maybe as she got older she changed don't remember her locking anyone into the classroom in my time, must check with some of the girls that were in my actual class and see if I am looking back through rose tinted glassses. Know she was diagnosed with Ahlzeimers (not sure if thats spelled correctly) shortly after she retired, would the onset of this cause a change character? Checked with my sister and she found her ok, actually preferred her to Miss O'Brien.
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 11, 2008 19:08:16 GMT
Peggy Lawlor and the problems she caused aside, am addicted to this site, love it "well done Matt" it takes you right back in time things you thought you had forgotten were just buried a little deeper. As Brendan says on one of his posts growing up in the Camp was'nt all wonderful, but have to say if I was asked to vote would give it 99.9%. My house is falling down since I started posting just about getting out to work on time.
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Post by Matt McNamara on Oct 11, 2008 19:49:51 GMT
Thanks Rose, I really enjoy reading the posts as there is a lot more to the Curragh than I knew. The forum was slow to take off for a long time, but plenty of new members in the last year. It is great to read peoples views from different generations down through the years. The one common facror is that all enjoyed their time on the Curragh. Matt
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Post by noreen on Oct 12, 2008 3:34:06 GMT
This is my first time to look at the site. Its brought back memories i forgotten. hav to say tht evrything wasnt so great growing up in thg currgah.
some things were good but there was was tings a lot worse. hope i dont embaras myself. i did have some great frends, but the teachers were awfle,
i am glad to see im not the only one who felt abused. noreen.
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Post by Anthony Moore on Oct 12, 2008 11:15:13 GMT
Hi All. Subject the day the Irish Army Officers eat humble pie ;D. When we flew to Tripoli on route to the Congo with the 37th Batt. We stopped over for a couple of days at the American airbase in Tripoli. We had 30 dollars each to spend and we all went shopping in the PX. I think that's what they called on the base. The weather was glorious having just left the bleak weather behind. Next morning we all to the huge air force dining hall for breakfast yum lovely. What a change it was from our rations at the Curragh. The food was nicely displayed. There was a sign on the wall which read take as much as you like but you must eat what you take no waste. There was steaks fry ups pancakes and maple syrup various fruit juices etc.There was a big American Sergent standing on duty just under the sign observing everyone as they helped themselves to food. Two of our Troopers had come from the table where the Officers and gentlemen were sitting with a list of food to bring and serve them at the table. The Sergeant said hi buddy hope you two are going to eat all the food you have on those trays.The Troopers said it was for the officers. The Sergent told them in here in this dining hall everyone is the same. he told them to leave the food and tell the Officers they will have to come for their own food.The Officers with red faces had to sheepishly go to the counter and help themselves.The sergent had a booming voice so everyone watched their shame.Good on you big American Sergent. Tony M Thank you Matt for this great site. sorry about the mistakes.
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Post by magi on Oct 12, 2008 12:42:11 GMT
Hi rose,
I am not that much younger than you, but I would have been a few classes behind you as I stated school later than most, I had to beg to go to school when my friends went and I was left on my own on the block, with no one to play with. I can remember playing hospitals at the old garages near the dead house. I can remember walking behind funerals with the band playing what we kids called the dead march. I also remember climbing in to the ashbins in the hospital grounds looking for syringes, the boys like to fill them with water and squirt the water at the at the girls. I had completely forgotten about the pencils
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 12, 2008 19:30:03 GMT
Hi Mag, Maybe a year or two younger than me, but know we hung around together for a while, used to spend a lot of time at the swinging boats if I remember correctly, how are the rest of the family all keeping well I hope. Monica is fine. Do you ever get back for a visit. Rose.
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 12, 2008 20:36:58 GMT
We lived in a B Type house in McDonagh 2 bedrooms there was a door in the back bedroom which actually led in to the landing of next door, Duhigs, needless to state the mechanics had been removed, not that it would have bothered anyone greatly at the time. On Friday nights Dave RIP would return home about ten and put his dinner on the pan to heat it up. Myself and my sister would wait patiently for his return, he would have treats (probably two sixpenny bars of chocolate) and a bag of chips from the Wes. The minute we heard his foot on the stairs we would be at the door and just say hello as he got to the landing, come on "mawlies" supper's ready down the stairs two at a time and a quick shout into the front room to say Dave wants us, out the back door barefoot in the flannellette nightdresses to partake of the feast, poor Dave never got a mouthful of the days dinner, and boy did those fried spuds taste good with the chips mixed through. Two squares of chocolate each thought we were in heaven. Back to bed feet frozen in winter time from the few steps in, under the blankets with the army overcoat (bulls wool) on the end of the bed. Wake up Saturday morning to the sound of the Christies having their singing competition, PJ, Noel, Michael, Eva and Dinah all giving their rendition of "Boulevogue" we going to the wall and joining in the chorus we had fantastic neighbours. Fogarty's had a tv before a lot of us in McDonagh there would be a lorry load of children in there every evening all were welcome. Sunday afternoon's a trip out to Loch Bawn, an ice cream from Barrys and Paddy Cleary with the trousers rolled up to his knees putting on a show for the kids.
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Post by Aisling on Oct 12, 2008 22:19:11 GMT
Just wondering who was the caretaker in the boys school, Mrs. Loakman looked after the girls school in my day she moved up to the new school with us , Mrs. Heffernan (Essie r.i.p) McDonagh took over after she retired. Mrs. Loakman always had her navy berry on and her navy wrap around apron. Was Mrs. Cox a tall woman with short dark hair, think she may have arrived around the time I finished 6th class'68. Hi Rose, Yeah Mrs. Cox is a tall, slim lady with short dark hair. She is lovely. It was great to see her after all those years.
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 12, 2008 22:53:05 GMT
Hi Aisling, Yeah think I would have been in sixth class when Mrs. Cox started to teach in the Curragh. Also did she have two daughters who attended the school, seem to remember two girls with long hair (curls) travelling to the school with her.
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Post by Lillywhite on Oct 13, 2008 0:19:24 GMT
1st Curragh Memories.
Newish tenants, Sis and me sitting on the front door step wearing our Patrick's Day badge's which Mammy con ockted from green silver paper. The Women from the Legion Of Mary pass remarks and think they are a work of art, and the Ma smiles and gives the price of a loaf of bread to the collection box. Skirty Guirty, minus petticoat comes yahooing up the Veranda gives the box half a crown, smirks at our badge's and asks the Ma has she been to tinsel town. Mammy and the two Legionaires digest the wisecrack as she dives in for more kill eyeballing the Ma. "Does that child of yeer's not talk attall attall? Do hapers better in school steda gawking outta space from that step day in day out without a solitary word to man or beast. Mark my words misses tis other bairns in the school yard who'll take the words outta that child's gob, so they would...took all mine at three. Three years on the dot, so they did." Skirty Guirty's predictions fester to Ma's boiling point and when shes gone the Ma drags me inside, wallops the backs of me legs and says 'this is the last straw, making a show of us again cos your not dumb'. And from now on if married women talk to me I'm to open my mouth and talk back, except of course not to any Tom, Dick, Harry or brazen Matilda's with dyed hair, painted faces and peeled on skirts who liked to wink at the Da. By the end of the day, hands on hips staring the follicles right out of the Da's bent head brassoing the buttons on his tunic, Ma lets him know her patients has run out, and since his silence was no consultation she'd have to rely on Moll Mully next door. Ma returns with a gobfull of 'och aye, och aye, parroting her new found friends accent, like she herself is from Donnegal where Moll Mully was born and bred and everyone says 'och aye.' And here lies the birth of my school days on the Curragh.
Miss Brennan teaches high and low infants all mixed together in one class in the Families School. She tells the Ma that the child is very young and they only take ones who don't dirty their knickers, cos teachers are there for teaching not cleaning up after dirty knickers. Mammy doesn't say 'och aye' like every day since she met her best friend Moll from Donnegal when she tells the teacher in her normal way that the child has been brought up well and trained not to have dirty knickers. The teacher says 'very well, very well then, but she'll need a proper name to register....No nick names....we don't allow that sort of thing here....so that slang name will have to go for a start. I presume she has some manners and knows how to behave herself....We don't tolerate bad behaviour here. No boldness, no lateness in my school....you understand? the teacher says and the Ma nods. You understand...she repeats herself. I understand the Ma says. Make sure the child understands too. Ma keeps nodding and tells her that the child understands and knows her real name but its the small childer who call her jojo.
She tells the Ma that JOJO will have to be left at home from now on and the child can start school on Monday with a pre school taste of discipline to stand her in good stead.
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Post by magi on Oct 13, 2008 11:07:20 GMT
Hi Rose,
I can remember us playing house in the front halls of our houses. If my memory serves me right your mother kept a small press in your front hall and one of the items she kept in it was spaghetti, and when you used to visit me at my house (front hall) you used to bring some as a present, it was the first time I had seen spaghetti and I lent you some small glasses my mother kept on her sideboard for your house. I was home last October with my youngest Katie, we went for a walk up the Curragh with Theresa I was surprised at how quite every where was it was an eerie silence we walked from Pearce to where McDonagh used to be McDonalds the Marian Shrine and the swinging boats and what surprised me that there was no children out playing no mothers going about their business it was a very strange experience. Tell Monica I said hello my eldest PJ is living in Kildare at the moment he likes Ireland, Lar still lives in Kildare & Edward lives outside Dublin.
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 13, 2008 14:35:51 GMT
Hi Rose, I can remember us playing house in the front halls of our houses. If my memory serves me right your mother kept a small press in your front hall and one of the items she kept in it was spaghetti, and when you used to visit me at my house (front hall) you used to bring some as a present, it was the first time I had seen spaghetti and I lent you some small glasses my mother kept on her sideboard for your house. I was home last October with my youngest Katie, we went for a walk up the Curragh with Theresa I was surprised at how quite every where was it was an eerie silence we walked from Pearce to where McDonagh used to be McDonalds the Marian Shrine and the swinging boats and what surprised me that there was no children out playing no mothers going about their business it was a very strange experience. Tell Monica I said hello my eldest PJ is living in Kildare at the moment he likes Ireland, Lar still lives in Kildare & Edward lives outside Dublin. Hi Mag, Marvellous to think Lar is still living in Kildare and I have'nt bumped into him, but then again would we recognise each other now. There was a re-union held a few years back could not believe all the girls I met from my class who I thought had emigrated long ago but were living locally still. It was a fantastic night even if I did end up on crutches as a result. There was a few casualties. Yes I remember playing house in the front halls, the press my Mam had was a meat safe, no fridges then, do you remember all perishables were kept on the window ledge in all the houses, as cold as any fridge, army butter like a rock in winter, barely able to cut through it and the size of it, we had butter mountains in the Camp long before the EEC. As for the spaghetti Mam loved cooking always trying new things, she certainly was'nt making spaghetti bolognaise with it as far as I can remember she used to add tomatoes to it when it was cooked. Was your Ma not giving out that you gave away the glasses. The Camp has sure changed and not for the better, could cry when I go in there now.
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 13, 2008 15:45:30 GMT
Clothes of the 60's
School wear
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Oct 13, 2008 16:11:23 GMT
Girls:
Skirt and Jumper or warm dress and cardigan footwear: Sensible school shoes or ankle boots laced up the front, Wellies plain black no pink or barbie boots then boys and girls wore the same wellies, always hanging from a string in the drapery shops of the day. Coat: Duffle Headwear: PIXIE Mittens on string Ribbon with a bow of at least 6" wide wonder we did'nt fly in the wind. Sunday Best: Costume or good dress and good coat your best hat (probably the only one you had.) Mittens with fur on the back. Summertime: dresses, shorts sometimes but never on a sunday. Footwear, clarkes sandals for sunday, plastic sandals for during the week, plain white light runners. Boys Schoolwear: Coat Duffle Short trousers, jumper and shirt Footwear: Shoes/boots/black wellies. Sunday Best Corduray Suit, trousers short. Hair, Very tight cut with a dab of hair oil or brylcreem for mass on sunday. Summertime: Shorts usually beige in colour, T.Shirts usually white with a stripe all around. Foootwear: Light runners/plastic sandals. The plastic sandals were a curse the soles were moulded with deep ridges every stone would get stuck and you would be slip sliding all over the place.
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