Hi Francis oConnor Johnny kelly aka sharkey here glad to hear all is well with you in London west. was assured that it was yourself that i met on the green road week before last.as it turns out it was your younger bro John that i met as i addressed him as frank he didnt deny or correct me on I disagreeumption of the id, as you mentioned that you replied and asked for contacts from the good old times in the camp as we grew up, but got no reply, can i say dont give up, keep in touch even if its only looking in and browsing around the site,it has reached all round the world and back some and it is great to read the comments and opinions of the members and guests, and some users are shy some not so shy to take part in topics raised, but are itching to enter debate with other users on site. and its everyones opinion which they are entitled to.and its amazing what help and advice there is on line in research to enquiries that are requested by forum users, but as they have refurbished the old cemetry on the hill ajacent to donnollys hollow i believe in ghosts until we meet in person, ps havent been called sharkey in years seems to have been hijacked by my brother seamus in recent years, and as for our own francis(butch) not many know his real name after all the years of being called by his nick name given to him by Raymond (goth)Casserly all those years back, keep well my friend and keep posting and hope to meet up some day soon Johnny Kelly
Post by Frank O'Connor on Jun 9, 2011 15:04:52 GMT
It's good to hear from you. Yes, I thought it might be one of the brothers you met. It was just a bit spooky to be looking for a window of opportunity to introduce myself and find you already talking about me and saying you had just met me in the flesh. Life is strange like that sometimes.
Maybe you can help my faulty memory a bit. Ive been trying to remember my days as an altar-boy in the hospital chapel. I know some Kellys were involved but my memory is a bit vague on the details. I'm pretty sure I served mass with Martin, but I've got a feeling you were there as well. Am I remembering right?
Hi Frank yes indeed myself joey and yourself as well as tom walker RIP. whom passed away only recently, served in the hospital chapel, as altar boys.Priests that we served to at the time Fr's boylan brophy daly. i served up until 1964, whilst in national school.before going on to the tech in the curragh. the chapel is no longer used for daily or sunday Mass since last year,pity as i would attend 9am mass there each sunday before heading on to referee matches, so now have to go to newbridge for 830 am on sundays instead. here are some more nick names used in our youth throughout the camp, bunna,riparse, pidgeon, mad harry,ants wobbler,froggy, smelly, saint, mad mary,blinky, names not revealed in case of bringing embarrasment to friends, by for now. johnny kelly
Post by Frank O'Connor on Jun 14, 2011 21:28:31 GMT
Hello Johnny and Liam
Yes I remember Wobbler and Riparse too (I think) but none of the others. Another one that would have caused offence is Rubbernose. As with many of the best nicks the whole family could be known by the one nick-name. As For Molla, no-one would have dared to call him that to his face. You were sure to wake up with a crowd around you, if you ever woke up at all.
I think the problem with these nick-names is that so many of them were intended to be vulgar or insulting, and even the relatively innocuous ones (ten out of ten for spelling) were often hated by their owners. I know Homer Troy hated his nick as did my younger brother Bonzo. Few had the luxury of wearing their nick-name as a badge of honour, present company excepted I think (AckAck and Sharky both). As for your brother Martin, I don’t remember if he liked or loathed his nick but I can guess which.
Speaking of which you didn’t mention Martin serving mass in the Hoss but I’m sure I remember him rather than Joey, although Joey was probably just a bit before my time. I remember we were fiercely proud of the job we did in the Hoss chapel because we had none of the back-up the altar boys in the garrison church had. It was not uncommon to be serving mass in the Hoss completely on your jack, so you had to know all the moves and carry the whole performance on your own.
The other thing I remember is the legend of the ghost nurse who haunted the corridors. Making your way in along deserted corridors on dark winter mornings could strike fear into the heart of even the bravest of us.
Hi Carmel/Frank posting during the day while in work as we have installed the internet and during break am able to look into the site, but must enter as a guest. Frank to this day one would be wise not to call martin by his nick name as one would not wake up at all. does the name physchie ring a bell as the famous family were called. yes the nick names were slurs on peoples characters at the time often said in the heat of an argument and somehow stuck. and as previous stated people were known more so by nick name rather than their real names for the rest of their lives. bye for now keep well johnny
Hi all Seems like an eternity since I posted last This summer is very hectic for me as I am now nearly retired, and catching up on jobs that I intended to do 10 years ago, I have the back Garden finished now to my satisfaction and I a very pleased with the outcome. Glad to see that Frank O' Connor has rejoined us. Frank I can remember that your Dad Paddy had an aviary of sorts out your back and kept budgies therein, I was always delighted when I got the grand tour and was fascinated at feeding times when they fluttered and chirped for their supper, I even think that he bred some little chicks in that Aviary. Glad to see that we are all still celebrating birthdays on the Forum, at least we know that we are still alive. To any missed Birthdays since my last postings, a belated Birthday wish to you all. Since I last posted I have to inform of the death of my Sister in laws Husband Liam Marum, Marie Quinn's Husband who served in The Military Hospital as a Corporal, and spent the last Ten years of his service as Medical Corporal in the Big House of Corrections in Portlaoise. sadly Liam died on the 4th June at the age of 63, May he rest in Peace. Have to go an dust the Derby as I have an appointment in Ladbrookes for the Royal Ascot Races.three winners yesterday, so looking for a further few today. To all Forum members the best for now good tidings and hopefully have a good Summer Warm and Sunny. Kindest regards to you all. PS Johnny hope you have e few bob for September. Joey K (Kellogs)
Post by Frank O'Connor on Jun 16, 2011 18:53:35 GMT
Yes you are right about the aviary. You will probably remember that we had a big backyard with big wooden double gates that made an excellent cavalry fort for repelling frequent attacks by redskins. Pearse, as you will remember, was completely overrun by renegade redskins and their wild whoops and war cries filled the air. The yard also held a brick outhouse with a slate roof and an open front which our old man converted into an aviary. He kept budgies, canaries and finches, and he was really into breeding them, which he did with some success. Unfortunately, he had an ongoing problem with cats, from the families hospital and elsewhere, which would stalk the birds and often frighten them to death. He could never find a workable solution to this and so eventually he gave up the aviary.
Hello Anne McNamara,
Something tells me I should remember you, or at least your family, but try as I might I just can’t conjure you up from the dim recesses. Memory is funny like that. Sometimes it’s clear as daylight and as close as yesterday afternoon. Other times it’s the merest of traces that teases and tantalizes but remains obscure. I’m nearly sure there were McNamaras in Pearse who were friends of my parents but I just can’t retrieve a reliable memory. Often it’s the age difference that does it. Are you several years younger than this other gang that I remember so well?
Post by Frank O'Connor on Jun 16, 2011 20:36:54 GMT
You're almost right. He put a corrugated iron front on the shed, packed with sawdust for insulation, and complete with window and lockable door. Then he built an L-shaped platform around two of the walls and started to build what was supposed to eventually become a complete scale model electric railway. He did lay some of the the track and could run trains on the circuit, but he never got as far as creating any of the model landcape or other infastructure, like bridges and tunnels and train stations etc, that he had intended for it. I think it just got too expensive and 'life' problems (ie money problems) got in his way, so he lost interest.
Eventually, we put the old dansette in there and used it for having a blast with our pop records. I'm sure you will remember that. We used to lie out on the slate roof on summer evenings with the music blasting underneath
My old man had a fabulous stamp collection which I'm sure you will remember also. In fact he was a great expert on all sorts of things, particularly natural things, and was much sought after by all the neighbourhood kids seeking advice on everything from butterflies to newts, and who knows what else.