Post by carmelkearney on Feb 27, 2011 22:24:51 GMT
Thanks Matt, got that Adobe thingy sorted today it was great to go through Joeys post again. Liam took me to the Curragh today we had a great time remembering everything and everybody, Liams wife Ann was with us all she heard was oh thats where the Kellys lived and thats where the Troys lived the Smullens the Behans the Mc Donalds, us the O,Connells then where we lived in the Grey Homes, we pointed out the tree Jackie fell out of when as a small child we pushed her high and swing came down without her (broken arm very lucky) then to all of our playing grounds, on down the camp we went and came to where Matt lived , the Foleys and the Campbells, as we headed back to the road we remembered Gally RIP, and with every block pulled down we could see straight to Brownstown how sad, then we took another look at what was Powells before heading back to Newbridge , i still get a great feeling every time i drive in that road to the Curragh even if it is nearly all gone now, sorry guys i"ve rambled.
I enjoyed Joeys brilliant coverage of the ,50,60,70, But I have to put my version of The Curragh Barracks children’s Christmas Parties. and what it was like for me. I am afraid that the Christmas Barrack parties only held sad memories for me. Every Christmas when my class mates were getting very excited about their forthcoming Barrack Parties, I used to start feeling sorry for myself, because I knew that I would not be invited. This was the only time that I wished that my father was in the army. On the afternoon of the day of the party the teacher would call out to the boys from the two particular Barrack where the parties were being held, that it was time to leave school to go to their parties. Naturally as a young boy I was very disappointed to be missing out on seeing Santa or getting nice cakes and lemonade and especially the presents. I understood why I and some other children from Suncroft and Maddenstown could not attend but it seemed so unfair to me then. As soon as school was over I would head off to the Barracks where the parties were held and stand outside the door hoping someone would feel sorry for me and maybe invite me in. I thought there may be a spare present left over and it would be given to me. I never did get invited or get a present and as soon as the excited children were leaving the party, I would head off to the next party with the same results. I tried the same thing each day until all the barrack parties had finished still hoping my luck would change. I continued to follow the same practices each year with exactly the same results. I would then trudge home across the Curragh towards the Race Course feeling sorry for myself and trying to figure out a way in which I could gatecrash the parties in the future. When I got home my mother would give me a good roasting for been late home from school, and reason I would give was that I was playing football.
Hi All Joey, Loved your article on the old days in th Curragh. So many memories. Another business that was there in the 50's was the cobbler's shop run by Mr. Sheehan. It was a tiny clapboard hut with a tin roof on the North side of McAteer's on the hill.
The following article was sent to me and is the masterpiece of Joey Kelly. He describes his memories of growing up on the Curragh Camp during the 50’s 60’s 70’s. It is a great read and a real trip down memory lane with contributions from other “Shadowers”.
Thanks again Joey for this piece of work, it is a real gem and a look back at a great time to have lived on The Curragh Camp.
Hi Raymond I have revamped the memories of the 50s 60sand 70s and included Sheehans the Cobblers shop, which I had not forgotten about but failed to include, I will be talking to Matt possibly at the Church Parade in the Curragh Tomorrow St Patrick's Day, with a view to replacing the original with the revamped version. Just wondering Ray did you live in Connolly/Plunkett at any time and was your Dad's name Harry? Have a good St Patricks Day Regards to you and all Joey Kelly
Post by Michael Kelly on Mar 21, 2011 10:40:12 GMT
How are you . If I remember correctly, ye lived in the back Block in Ceannt in an end House in the Mid 1950's . We were in the same Class in the National School together You had a Sister named Renee. I think that ye moved from the Curragh shortly afterwards . I hope that all is going well with you . Regards Michael
i used to walk the plains for hours, and when my children came along they were introduced to the plains as well, also a great many of my dogs got to chase rabbits (but not sheep)far from the busy curragh to brownstown road.i was in the curragh recently and had an hour or two to spare.to make a long story short, i strolled down the "burma road" for a nostalgic looksee. i could'nt believe my eyes when i saw all the rubbish and dirt strewn around the place.it never used be like that before.recession and hard times seem to bring out the worst in people.
The recession has nothing to do with the dumping of waste etc on the plains, more likely the fact that we are a dirty nation.
I have seen the remains of peoples stay on day trips to the plains, cars cleaned out, ash trays emptied, small children changed and the contents strewn on the plains, that is the job of the sheep to manure the plains, food and drink containers also to heavy to bring home.
If it were not for the lads who are tasked with patrolling and collecting other peoples dirt then the Plains would in no time represent a dump.
Education on this problem needs to begin at home and adults need to lead by example.
Keep safe, keep well and keep your sense of humour. remember our wants are many, but our needs are few.
Hi all, For all who enjoyed reading Joey Kelly’s account of growing up on the Curragh you might like to get hold of a copy of June’s ‘Ireland’s Own’ (Titanic on cover)and read the piece by Shaun Ivory, ‘Careful You Might Trip’. The observations expressed could be applied to all who grew up on the Curragh. Regards JJ
Re; CURRAGH MEMORIES 50s 60s 70s Hi all as iwas walking down to the hollow yesterday and as i was crossing the road beside the rugby pitches when low and behold i bumped into an old friend whom i havent seen in years Frank oConnor former resident of Pearse canteen managers house and younger brother of Billy (boc) as we chatted and swapped stories of our former times as we grew up in the curragh and swapped stories of family health etc it was great to meet and greet a blast from the past, keep well frank and walk on walk on Johnny