Post by johnnykellysharky on Nov 28, 2008 19:10:04 GMT
BOB FORD AND BUT MCCORMACK LIVED SIDE BY SIDE JUST UP FROM THE SCHOOL BUT GOT THE JOB OF PRINCIPAL OVER THE FAVOURITE BOB FORD THAT DOOR SLAMMING WAS JUST THE TIP OF THE FUED THAT ENSUEED THERE AFTER BOB FORDS FAV SAYING COME HERE UNTIL I GIVE YOU 10p WORTH OF SNUFF I.E.THE CANE WHICH HE ALWAYS CARRIED HANGING FROM INSIDE HIS JACKET POCKET. FOND MEMORIES OF A GRAET TEACHER ESPICALLY THE IRISH CLASS.
Hey Joe Donoghoe, Pat Christie here. Now, I know the stuff above is posted some time ago but, you are camped on the west side of the Nephin Beg Mountain Range from me here in Ballina. Where did you live on the Curragh?
Hey pipie ivers here, does anybody remember the pain that Fitzgerald inflicted on us.
I remember getting a fair few slaps from his leather strap. He always went around with it in his back pocket. A lot of the male teachers back in the 1970's were fond of using the strap or stick. But I won't mention them here. Then again it was all legal and part of school life for many up and down the country.
And straight I will repair To the Curragh of Kildare For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear
I only have happy memories of my year with Bob Ford in 4th Class he was pretty handy with the cane but no more then any of the other teachers.He kept the feathers of a Turkey for dusting his seat and also used to dip into his pocket and take out lettuce leafs to eat during the day.Himself and Butt did not get on atall no Christmas cards were ever exchange there.When I was in 3th class I often got the job of bringing around a note to the other class informing them of a Scout meeting.Bob Forde would never take the note and always made me read it out to his class (Oh God) I prayed it was not in Irish and would not have any difficult words but it was alway "SCOUT MEETING TONIGHT AT SEVEN THIRTY"(phew)
I went to the school in the Curragh in the late 50's.was in that class with Martin Kelly,Ciaran McGoldrick,etc... Left the Curragh in 1968 to join the Royal Navy.John O'Rourke from McDermott followed.We lived in #14 O'Higgins tce till 1970.Before that we were in 2b McDermott Bks and Ceannt Bks before that. Martin Kelly was a Cmdt in the Army in Athlone the last I heard. Ciaran Mcgoldrick was the Doctors son and lived in Officers qtrs on the top road,they moved to Dublin. Thanks for the memories. John Byrne
Hello Johnb, I'm presuming the b is for Byrne, given the address. We, the Moores moved into 14 O'Higgins Tce when the Byrnes moved out. Saw an earlier post from your brother David I think. I was in Butt's, and then Fitzy's, domain from 63 to 71, and was taught by Mrs. Ryall, Mrs. O'Brien, Ciaran Sheedy (who left to become a very successful producer with RTE radio), Miss Griffinand by Bushy Costello. Sheedy was brilliant from a kid's perspective, because he taught by using fun and games to keep us interested. We had counting games, multiplication games, division games, subtraction games, spelling games, and plays through Irish (I'll never forget Fergie Pearson as 'Smuts an Caora Dubh' and I was 'an Scealai'. He was also a great man for the Harmonium, an instrument you'd never see now. I must say all the teachers were great in their own way and definitely helped me along the way, God Bless them all. The New Order of Deeley and Byrne was just commencing when I left in 71, but I'm reliably informed by my brothers that those guys were every bit as good.
I also had great regard for Mr Sheedy I think he was our teacher in 3th Class.On day I took out a cap gun hidden in my school bag and started to play with it under my desk.I pulled the trigger and to my horror a loud bang broke the silence of the class.Everyone including Mr.Sheedy looked my way.Any doubt who was responsible was given away by my red face.I stood up and in my ignorance uttered one of the greatest Courtroom cliches."Sorry I didn't know the gun was loaded"To my relieve Mr.Sheedy burst out laughing with the classroom wondering way.I still got a couple of token slaps which were all the rage in 1960s Ireland
Post by tommy sweeney on Nov 16, 2009 22:45:58 GMT
hello everyone i too have good old memories of going to school in the curragh the one teacher that stands out for me is bushy Costello maybe because he had a marksman's skill with a duster if you were caught snoozing in the class you were awoken with a belt of the duster at fifty miles an hour. He used to send you to the shop dobbins for his fags a pack of sweet afton. I always wanted to ring the bell in the school yard never got nominated some of the lads in my class were biller Farrell. john Royall, Liam Roley Kevin Foley. good times!
Hi Tommy Sweeney, Just read your post and wondering if you are one of the Sweeny kids from Pearce who moved into my old address at no.3? Have a sister called Anne and was your da called Tom? Bye for now MaryF
Post by tommy sweeney on Nov 17, 2009 10:51:54 GMT
the very one we lived in no 3 pearse for many years next door to smullens,and Moore's iam afraid that block is next for demolition as soon as its vacant its a pity , after i got married i lived in the bottom block no 33 for awhile it was a great start on the housing ladder at the time
Well if it isn't Biff Sweeney! Hello from your old neighbour, Seamus Moore. Remember knocking on the wooden panel at the top of the stairs that separated both our homes and whispering to each other for ages, even though we had probably spoken an hour before out on the block, and would probably go to school together next morning! A bit like my daughter texting her friends to say she'll see them in a minute!
Anyway Tommy, how are you. I just did a post in 'Do You Remember' and referred to the Army Pipe Band. If my memory serves me well, didn't you try your hand at the piping for a while?
You know, I lived at 3 addresses on the Curragh; 1A Ceannt Block, 4 Pearse Tce. and 14 O'Higgins Tce. Ceannt is gone, and your now telling me Pearse is about to go. Will O'Higgins Tce outlive me, I wonder? Soon there will only be memories of the Camp as a place of residence, but thankfully a Forum to share those memories with one time long forgotten friends with whom we're now renewing acquaintences. Well Done, Matthew McNamara!