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Post by Guest on Feb 12, 2007 1:04:43 GMT
This site just for the fella's then? Cos there's hardly a gal in sight. Kinda puts one off. If your a gal.
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Post by teresap on Feb 12, 2007 13:45:34 GMT
Hi i am a gal from the curagh, lived in o higgins tce. where did you live? love to hear from you
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Post by Teresap on Jun 6, 2007 18:51:58 GMT
Hi i am a gal from the curagh, lived in o higgins tce. where did you live? love to hear from you Hi Teresapl, good to see the curragh girls still speak out when the need arises. I have not lived on the camp for over 40 years but still recall with great fondness the days spent roaming what seemed like a vast wilderness and the many redundant army buildings. The Red Caps on old bikes hunting down boys like myself, the old man arriving home after being called up before the CO, the raw rear-end from the blows from the army belt and unable to sit easy for days on the hard school benches. The headmasters strap on burning hands, holding back the tears as Bobby Breen counted down the strokes for not sitting still in class, even my quick exit from the Tech brings back feelings. Kindest regards Brian McCarney (10B MC Donaugh M Q's)
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Post by teresap on Jul 30, 2007 19:50:59 GMT
Hi Brian, have you been back to the Curragh lately, if not there are many changes. I go up as often as i can, i still miss my home place. This site is great remembering all the different subjects people write in about, its wonderful recalling so much from our childhood. Yes i rem the dad's been called in especially if it was our own, when you hink about it now it was always something trivial. I still love the plains and that is one of the things a miss most, and the water tower, when you were coming home to see the tower in the distance always lifted you.
Regards Teresa
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Post by Sean Tracey on Aug 5, 2007 20:30:54 GMT
Hi teresap. I am going back to the Curragh just for a day at the end of the month,and you are right about the watertower it does lift your heart to see it in the distance, i felt this even when i drove over for my dads Funeral, but the Camp as we knew as children is gone, however it is in our hearts. I still stand outside the old National School and think of all that have come and gone there both boys and girls that came and went there.
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