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Post by Kentgal on Jun 1, 2005 23:08:48 GMT
Back I go down memory lane out 'ore the Curragh Plains The stretching green as vivid as when I left in my teens. Skipping to the racecourse to see the Aga Khan Catch a glimpse of Princess Grace or laugh at Tinker Dan. I recall in my minds eye though I was only ten We robbed the Curragh Orchard me and my best friend. The army cops surrounded us, I ran like flames from hell When caught SHE gave my name so I gave hers as well. Alas years pass to dull the soul with weary dreary sense, nil antidote to memories and smiles from our past tense, like running through the Hollow 'Old Donnelley left behind and the fun in matching skinny pegs to the footsteps of a giant.
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Post by Matt McNamara on Jun 13, 2005 20:31:39 GMT
More More !
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Post by john dwyer on Dec 24, 2005 1:39:45 GMT
;DKentgal - keep it up and hope you have forgiven 'SHE'! Regards. jd
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Post by PDawkes on Jan 11, 2006 16:17:19 GMT
Does anyone have info re the (English) Q.O.4th Hussars who were stationed at Curragh, 1911-13? Or should I not ask?
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Post by Guest on Jan 16, 2006 17:59:19 GMT
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Post by D KINSELLA on Jan 19, 2006 0:34:26 GMT
I TO ROBBED THE ORCHARD.BUT IT WAS A CERTAIN MR FURLONG WHO ALWAYS CHASED US. Back I go down memory lane out 'ore the Curragh Plains The stretching green as vivid as when I left in my teens. Skipping to the racecourse to see the Aga Khan Catch a glimpse of Princess Grace or laugh at Tinker Dan. I recall in my minds eye though I was only ten We robbed the Curragh Orchard me and my best friend. The army cops surrounded us, I ran like flames from hell When caught SHE gave my name so I gave hers as well. Alas years pass to dull the soul with weary dreary sense, nil antidote to memories and smiles from our past tense, like running through the Hollow 'Old Donnelley left behind and the fun in matching skinny pegs to the footsteps of a giant.
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Post by Guest on Jan 22, 2006 2:43:44 GMT
Anyone know WHO owned the apples or Who ate them cooked or otherwise.
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Post by Guest on Jan 22, 2006 3:57:53 GMT
....An guess what happened to me and Best Friend (BF) BF's mother needed sticks to light the fire - so off WE went and on the way start acting the fool running across old 'horse throfts' (HT) in front of the dining hall (DH) near Glasshouse/prison area now? - Plunket?. WE find (HT) are packed full of turf ;D - the soft stuff. We fill the bag and take home to Ma who is over the moon. Tell her there's loads more & off we go again + 2 bags. ONLY Find (the X family of 6- kids older than us) mob waiting to ambush us for stealing turf that they stole, and hid in HT's. We V good runners; So > In & out & round & round the billets for hours then escape towards Tin town (TT). BF Get murdered by the Ma - Out so long and no promiced turf. So we crawl under wooden slatted door in SMALL coal shed behind TT. Start to fill bags when we hear the sound of PA's M/bike. We V clever. Figure out it's dark in here, so we mingle down into coal heap, far back as could & hold breath. Hear PA get closer checking all padlocks, then reaches ours. Rattles the lock.....Fumbles?... Pauses & we freeze...... ......Fumbles again.....and is gone before we realise we're wet & warm. Both of us got murdered - 'Covered in p*** & slack'?? eg. (wet coal dust). We never admitted WHY we smelt like a urinal after a hard nights booze-up especially wearing pink frocks.
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Post by Jim Noone on May 16, 2006 20:10:25 GMT
From what I can remember of those apples,there wasnt a lot left to eat after the worms were removed, and then I never did get a sweet one. They were not worth ripping the backside out of your pants climbing over, or through the fence for. Still I think we did it more for the excitement of the chase, when a P.A would chase us. All the best, Jim Noone.
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Post by Joey Kelly on Jun 8, 2006 22:28:26 GMT
Bobby Breen, Butt Mc Cormack, Bob Forde, Bushy Costello, Fitzy Fitzgerald. Mrs O Brien, Ms Carey, Ms Flanagan these were the first memories of School days in the Camp. The Green Huts at the top near Ceannt Quarters. The Pot Belly Stoves and the windows that rested outward on clasps. It was hot in summer and bloody cold in winter. Remember the School Dentist aaargh. and getting to ring the School Bell, ding dong merrily on high. Caddying up the golf club 2/6p a round. hard work, picking fruit in the fruit farm more hard work. Robbing the Fruit Farm at the back of the butchers and O Donnells Sore Arse. The smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakery, the markets in market square. Mrs Jemson selling her home made jams etc. The Chip Van from Mc Ternans on Fridays. Jim Hayden selling milk and ice cream from his van in the early 50s. Mrs Burke with her Ass.(Jack) selling sweets, fruit and most of all the slab of toffee 6p in Mc Donagh lines, still no false teeth!
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Post by mary on Jul 2, 2006 21:15:48 GMT
:'(I rememer robbing the orchard with my friends, on one particular occasion the pa's came in and there i was sitting in the middle of the tree while they took the name of all my friends, i was scared witless in case they caught me, but lucky for me i escaped sadly my friends didn't, have to say never done it again, i also remember borrowing the fuel from the swimming pool and running out the curragh when the pa's came, never did get to bring it back. alas they were the good old days all innocent fun. bring them days back please.
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Post by Guest on Aug 19, 2006 10:43:40 GMT
Lived in Connelly and remember the funeral of J. J. O'Reilly at the Old Church on O Higgins Road.
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Post by Guest on Aug 20, 2006 22:54:18 GMT
Memories. The Army Band played on and on! Every year, when the Choral Society staged their annual shows to a packed audience in the old GYM....Remember!! Showboat; The desert Song; Calamity Jane.... Go on ADD to the list...........
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Post by Sean Tracey on Aug 22, 2006 9:08:49 GMT
South Pacific, Carousel ,My Fair Lady. to name but a few. Mathew Mac s Mother was seamatress to the warderobe department during these productions and my father did the lighting as well. Cheers for now Sean Tracey. ;D
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Post by Sean Tracey on Aug 22, 2006 9:10:31 GMT
South Pacific, Carousel ,My Fair Lady. to name but a few. Mathew Mac s Mother was seamtress to the warderobe department during these productions and my father did the lighting as well. Cheers for now Sean Tracey. ;D
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