Volunteering in South Africa!

Text and photos to follow shortly.

EARLY BIRD?

Today, Tuesday, April 8th (2014), I saw a single swallow flying around Coolroe townland.

I assumed it might be one of the earliest arivals from Africa here this year.

However, on checking out a county website www.waterfordbirds.com 
I discovered the first reported sighting in the county was

in Dungarvan town centre,

where three were observed on April 2nd, six days ago. 
-   oooOooo   -
Barn Swallow - Fáinleog (Irish) - Golondrina (Spanish) - Hirundo Rustica (Latin) 

DAFFODIL DAY - March 28th 2014:

Today, March 28th, was nationwide DAFFODIL DAY,

an annual fund-raiser for the 

IRISH CANCER SOCIETY.

Portlaw, as usual, was not lacking in volunteers, who manned four collection points in the town.

A rota system was in operation, so volunteers changed a number of times during the day.

This series of pictures was taken about 11.30 am.

100% of your donations go to the society. You can read all about it at:

www.cancer.ie.

Outside Kiely's Shop

Outside Fogartys' Shop

Outside the Centra Supermarket

Outside Walshes' shop - Bláthanna

Names will be added if I can get them all!

GREETINGS!

G R E E T I N G S !

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A LOOK INTO THE PAST!

FARMERS IN THE PORTLAW AREA

from an 1881 directory:

Chaisty Geoffrey        Moore Gerorge

Delahunty David        Power John G.

Flahavan Edward        Power Lawrence

Flahavan Hanora        Rockett William

Henebery Philip        Thompson John 

Henebery Pierse        Walsh Edward 

No farmers from the Fiddown area were listed, despite the fact that Fiddown & Portlaw were grouped together. 

(spelling as in the publication)

Still Another Jack Kelly Article!

                                                                                                                                                              

Recently Seán O’Brien posted a photograph on this site showing a gate-latch which he discovered near Mick Day’s Lodge on the Carrick entrance to the Curraghmore estate. The inscription on the latch was ‘Purser 1893’. This photo activated further memories of my youth at Farm Lodge.

Seán investigated the Purser family tree and discovered a Richard Purser, who was ‘head blacksmith’ in the 1901 census, aged 31 years, and obviously the one who manufactured the gate, but also a William Purser, aged 20, who too was listed as a blacksmith.

            Bill (William) Purser was in his sixties in 1946 when I knew him. He lived in that large quaint house, just inside the first gate entrance to the estate, and cycled to work at the forge, just past our house near the farm-yard. Bill was a low-size man, with bandy legs and wore leather guards on his shins. He had a leather satchel strapped onto the cross-bar of his bike, to carry his lunch. Each morning he would stop and talk to my great-granny and sometimes conversation would come up about religion. She would say – “You will never see the face of God, being a Protestant! Why don’t you come over to our side?”  “In my father’s house there are many mansions” Bill would reply, and move on to his day’s work.

            The other blacksmith was Gussy Howley, a large rotund man with arms like trunks of trees, who smoked a pipe and had a gruff manner.

            In those days, blacksmiths were essential to the smooth running of the farm. They not only shod working horses, but fixed machinery, made gates and railings and  handcrafted all kinds of gadgets. The forge was a hive of activity.  Large lengths of iron stood by the wall. I often stood in the forge watching the men at work; a large coal fire gave off great heat and made the iron supple. A large bellows fanned the flames. Bill supplied the brains and Gussy the brawn.

            An anvil stood in the centre of the forge. Bill held the red-hot iron over the anvil and Gussy, with mighty blows, hammered the object into shape. Sparks of different colours and shapes lit up the dark forge like myriad shapes of tiny stars in a desert sky. The object was then cast into a trough of water and white steam filled the forge.

To see horses being shod was a sight to behold. There were two main working horses named Dawdy and Charlie They were white Clydesdales, huge in size and quite by nature.  Gussy usually shod the horses outside the forge. He would appear, sweat dripping from his brow, and his temper on edge. First, he would use a rasp to even out the hoof. Then, holding the horse’s leg between his own huge thighs, he would continue. If the poor horse should move his position, the air would turn blue with colourful expletives from Gussy’s mouth. Bill would say nothing, just raising his cap until Gussy regained his composure.

            It is amazing how one little picture, posted on the Internet by an intrepid photographer in the present day, can create thoughts of days gone by. Well done, Seán, for activating still further memories of Curraghmore.

Note:  A recent photograph of the forge in question was ‘posted’ on this blog on January 18^th 2014,  under the heading – ‘CURRAGHMORE BLACKSMITHS’. To locate the page, click on ‘Older Posts’ at bottom right of this page.

 

T H A N K S !

T H A N K S !

Thanks for your visit, to you out there in China,

on what, just now, is a very pleasant sunny morning

here in Ireland.

However the forecast today is for still more storms to come.

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