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Post by carmelkearney on Apr 5, 2010 20:02:16 GMT
Hi Rose just thought about another curragh girl to become a nun, Jane Timmoney older sister to Anne and Bridie. havent been following the posts only catching up tonight so was Cora the lady that the riddle was all about.
Carmel K
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Post by afcmoore on Apr 5, 2010 23:25:35 GMT
Hi Joey. Thanks for filling me in glad to hear Cora is keeping well. I didn't know her Sister but just remember how well she dressed a real star and someone mentioned who she was to me at the time. Sorry about the age bit and you nearly got the blame but it was 1963 or 4 so the memory may have faded a tad. Cheers ;D Lt Col Ant
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Post by liamkearney on Apr 11, 2010 23:11:11 GMT
Hi All, Bridget Cronin became a Nun as did Cecilia Cadogan, its not Bridget as she had no sisters, and not Cecilia as her Dad was postmaster, the only other Curragh lady that I know who became a nun was sister of Breda O'Shea who of course was Breda McGlynn before she married. I remember her staying in McDonagh with Breda and Frank. Wonder was it Breda, to this day still a handsome woman. If you still look in Breda, hope your recovery is still going well. Long time no see. Rose. HI ROSE There were Timonies in Pearse and I think there were two sisters cant remember their names, but one or both of them joined the Nuns, they are in the photo of the Irish Dancers in Gallery 12 I think. Liam Kearney
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Apr 11, 2010 23:32:22 GMT
Hi Liam,
I remember the Timmoneys, Mam used to get Pampas Grass off Mrs. Timmoney, like yourself I remember the girls, but can't remember their names.
Rose.
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Post by mag on Apr 12, 2010 8:55:45 GMT
Hi Rose,
i liked you post re the games played in McDonagh and the other barracks. the hopscotch, ball against the wall, skipping and i remember playing red rover red rover and you cant cross the river unless you have certain letters in your name...i think thats how it went, ring a ring a roses, there are loads coming back to me i will be thinking of the all day now cheers mag
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Post by Martin Christie on Apr 12, 2010 16:39:31 GMT
grate game we played in clarke was kick the can, at niight was jack jack show your light......
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Post by mary carroll on Apr 12, 2010 16:59:32 GMT
Hi Martin, I remember those games as well, we played them just about everynight, best of hiding places for those games on the camp, though never too far away for kick the can, as had to get back fast enough to kick that can again. ;D MaryC
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Post by carmelkearney on Apr 12, 2010 19:04:07 GMT
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Post by andybrennan on Apr 12, 2010 19:37:11 GMT
Hi
BQ. Carmel
that is a very nice , that you posted it speaks volumes
Andy
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Post by carmelkearney on Apr 12, 2010 20:19:19 GMT
Hi Rose, the empty space was a thread i had done and was just about to send it when my 2 year old granddaughter hit a button and lost it all on me.
Anyway i was telling you about the Timmoneys, myself and Maura palled with Ann and Bridie, when they left the Curragh we took a bus trip to Newbridge to visit them(they moved to the station road) we thought that they had moved to the middle of nowhere and we thought the walk from the bus was so long up the station rd. of course now we know different. Rose what was the grass you got from Mrs Timmoney?
Carmel K
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Post by carmelkearney on Apr 12, 2010 20:25:18 GMT
Thanks Andy
Carmel K
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Post by maryfarrell6 on Apr 17, 2010 10:48:04 GMT
Hi Mag, The fun we had with all those games, the ball against the wall wasn't the rhyme 'one two three o lairy,'and one of the rhymes for skipping was A tinker, a tailor,soldier,sailor, a rich man,a poor man, a begger man , a thief, a lord, a mayor,a cowboy, an indian,a doctor, a prince, a king. Anyone got any more to add? I know there was loads more. MaryF
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Apr 17, 2010 12:13:23 GMT
Hi Carmel,
It was Pampas Grass, you know the stuff with the white fernie type head, its beige in colour, usually grown in rockeries or at the corners of gardens, it grows realy tall, you don't keep it in water, you have to burn the stalks and it keeps for ages, months, Mam used to put it in a big vase on front of the fire place in Summer time, and some times used it for the procession altar.
One time myself and Mon went down for the Pampas, Mrs. Timmoney is telling me I look very like Jackie Kennedy, ( was about ten at the time, Mon fourteen ) after I got the compliment Mon asked who she looked like, Mrs. Timmoney told her she looked like herself which did'nt impress her, every time Mon was asked to do something in the house she would say to Mam don't see why Jackie Kennedy can't do it or who'd think Jackie Kennedy would do something like that everytime I got myself into a scrape. When we got new clothes and I would be admiring myself she would tell me not to cod myself that I looked like JK she used to tell me Mrs Timmoney was doting. I did'nt realise they only moved to Newbridge, we used to get the flowers from her as well for the altar in June, after they moved we used to get sent out to Mr. Dowling (Kathleen Huges RIP brother for the Lupins, I love Lupins they remind me of the procession always.
The only flowers we had growing ourselves were the ones Mam grew in the ammunition box's on top of the shed, primroses and maybe a few daffs, she also kept Geraniums, when the sheep would get into the yard the odd time she would put the droppings on them, we used to be disgusted. Do you remember the jam jars on the kitchen window sills in summer filled with water to catch the wasps, and the fly papers in the kitchens.
Rose.
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Post by kathyo on Apr 17, 2010 16:14:42 GMT
o god rose i just rememberd the fly paper it used to hang in the kitchin above the light above the table there was millions of them never put us off our dinner my kids dont belive me when i tell them about my upbringing all the best kathyo
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Apr 18, 2010 23:07:13 GMT
Hi Kaytho,
Hope your move went well, have you been looking at all the residents that went through McDonagh, bring a tear to the eye, most of them gone.
Do you remember when the kitchen got really hot the fly paper would drop down a notch, they were the pits, but I suppose better than the flies landing on the food, not that it was around long enough for them to feast, it would have taken more than a fly paper to put us off our dinner.
Rose.
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