Friday, October 30, 2015
I am a mature student, the only one here, and it's my first day at this school. I'm waiting in a common area till I find out which room we're in. They've all gone in. I follow the way they went but I'm late and get told off by the teacher, who indicates that I should sit in a small space between the others. Everyone here slides desks around to where they want them. Instead of sitting where I'm told, with my briefcase, I decide to take one of the desks from the back and slide it around to where I want it. A little while into class, the teacher slides himself over the desk on my left, where two others sit and brings his head over to talk to us, mainly to me. I think so this is why private education is so successful, the individual attention. But then I can't make out what he's saying, apart from the last few words. This is not going to work for me. I go for a walk outside in the street. It's daytime. A sign is hanging from a pub down onto the ground and only just attached by a corner, so I step on it easily to bring it down altogether, which is safer. I think, well that class was fun, but it was English. The next one might be Maths and that would be a bore. Back in the common area, reading, and I realise they've all gone in. I'm late again.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Eulogy composed and read out in parts by my sisters for the funeral service at Glasnevin
On behalf of the family we would like to thank you all for being here today.
Today we are here to celebrate the life of Mam / Molly / Nana and remember just some of the good times along the way.
She was a Dublin woman born and bred who never lost her love of the city, especially around St. Stephens Green where she played as a child.
She trained and worked as a talented dressmaker and one of our abiding childhood memories was her ability to find the best remnant of cloth in Hickeys, take it home and turn it into clothes that would sit proudly these days in any designer shop, We were the best dressed kids in Dublin!
She had a great love of ceili dancing Herself & Aunt May danced their way into the Jo Mac Show and went on tour with them in America.
She bought her first car and learned how to drive it on the way home!
On hearing that her first grandchild had arrived, in delight ran the length of O’Connell Street to get to the Rotunda asap leaving a friend standing wondering what was going on! Her enthusiasm and love for all her grandchildren never waned beyond this sheer delight and love at watching them grow.
She was an avid armchair sports person! who surprised us all when she ran in the Woman’s mini marathon in her 50’s and was delighted to see her photo in the national paper the following day.
Mam instilled in us all a strong sense of right and wrong and never to judge people on where they came from only on how they behaved. She always said “it’s not where you are from its how you behave that matters”
And after we had long flown the nest and set up our own lives, she met Tommy and together they explored several countries of the world, something she had never done (beyond the Jo Mac thing!) She loved these years and she loved Tommy, who has been the very best of companions to her over the last decade.
We’ve been saying Goodbye to Mam for many years now as we watched her illness slowly take her from us, it has been a long road which has tested us all and along the way we have discovered things about ourselves; and about being thankful for small things, like the fact that she never lost her ready smile when people spoke to her, or the pleasure of listening to music even when she could no longer dance along to it, she seemed happiest when in the midst of a group of people and she seemed calm within herself which is not a given with this illness.
We could go on, but instead we thought we would give you a run through of our chatter over the last few days :
DAY TRIPS TO PORTMARNOCK
YELLOW FORD AVENGER WITH BLACK VINYL ROOF
LONG THIN MENTHOL CIGARETTES MADE ALL THE LONGER WITH A CIGARETTE
PERFECTLY SET HAIR
SWINGIE SKIRTS AND RED PILL BOX HATS
WATCHING HEFFO'S ARMY ON HILL 16
BUTLINS GLAMOROUS GRANNY AND MOTHER AND CHILD CONTEST
BRUCE FORSYTHE AND THE GENERATION GAME
A FEATURE WALL WITH GOLD WALL PAPER
HEAVILY PATTERNED AXMINSTER CARPET
BINGO IN MOORE STREET
DINNER IN WOOLWORTHS
SHOES AND COATS IN ARNOTTS
THE DUBLINERS, THE BEATLES
AND A HOOLIE FOR EVERY OCCASION
I'm sure all of us here today have some special memories, but suffice to say for us, her family, she was a wonderful Mother and Grandmother and she will live on with us in our hearts and minds where she will be forever missed.
|With friends and family (Highfield)|
|With Dad (on O'Connell Bridge)|
|Molly, at age 15|