Please email any memory or story about events, characters, etc. and we can all enjoy them. Indicate if it is OK to include your email and name with the story. This will help to spark memories and renew acquaintances as we celebrate memories of childhood.
A special connection to Athcarne Castle from Charlene Hall in Houston, Texas. Look for some interesting notes from Charlene on the Castle page very soon:
I was delighted to find your site today, as my family is associated with Athcarne Castle. I have some history of the castle that I can share with you. My ancestors who lived there were the Garnett family. My great-great-great grandmother, Charlotte Garnett, was born there in the early 1800's. She married a Welshman and moved to Anglesey Island around 1830. Her father was Henry Garnett, who was married to Alicia Cope of Dublin. Henry's father was also Henry, married to Matilda Rothwell. This Henry's father was John Garnett, married to Anne Hatch. These are all of the generations that I know of who lived in Athcarne Castle. John Garnett died in January of 1774, so that will place the time of that family's residence in Athcarne from at least 1774 to 1800-1810.
From Jim Wall, living in the "old house" and pining for yesterday
|I seem to remember, as a child, cloudless blue skies from sunrise to sunset. There was bird's song in the woods and
hedgerows, bees and butterflies were on the wing in the gardens, and in the meadows cows browsed knee deep in
buttercups. Sheep drowsed in the cool shade beneath ancient oak trees heavy with leaf... Throughout day the
verdant countryside would bask in warm clear sunshine and by eight o clock in the evening the gathered heat of
the day would have turned soft and humid. The evening air would carry the lingering smell of perfume from the
garden flowers, and sounds would carry . . . of neighbours finishing their daily labours and looking forward to a well
earned rest or maybe a chat with their friends, probably about simple things like farming, football, and the general
mess the government was making of the country. Some things never change.
Growing up in Riverstown in the fifties was magical for us kids because our parents tended to shield us from the harsher realities of life. It was a very close knit community and they were always there for each other without living in each others pockets . Vandalism was a word that had not yet been used to describe wanton destruction, and crime in general, compared to today, was virtually non-existent. Oh if only we could marry the innocence of yesteryear with the prosperity of today, we would be getting closer to Utopia. Dream on!
I was talking to Brian Russell at the wedding last Saturday and he reminded me of something that happened in Cushenstown School in 1952. Mrs Dardis asked us if she gave us a penny for every day in the current year how much would we have? The prize for getting it right was sixpence. Everybody said £1-10-5 but Brian and I said £1-10-6 and won the princely sum of sixpence each because it was a leap year. We were trying to figure out if we were cleverer than everybody else or if we were just lucky enough to have got it right by getting it wrong if you know what I mean. We like to think it was just "class" showing at an early age!
From Vincent Lynch, Kilmoon, presently living in England. Vincent is the son of Mrs. Lynch (nee Wall), a former teacher at Cushenstown School:
|"I visit the Riverstown site often although lately I have been getting
"unobtainable" which I put down to Server problems. I thoroughly enjoy each
visit and each one manages to evoke fresh memories. Brendan sent me a photo
of the Cushenstown 1940's "university days" which was indeed poignant. I must
ask Anna et al. if they have any other photos which could be added to the site: I sadly
Your reference to Johnny Gunn summoned to mind his Mother who would always choose to shop at the most inconvenient and annoying times -at Connors. Aunt Rose would protest and Pat would roar from the kitchen only to have candle grease tipped on to his head by Johnny's mother. She was the only person I knew to be able to negotiate the Slane road on her bicycle at night, a candle mounted in a jam-jar tied precariously to the handle-bars with rope as the sole means of illumination!! Many things in life bring back the funny and good memories: sometimes the smell of a freshly-struck match can recall for me the pending lunchtime at Cushenstown. Narcissus flowers bring back memories of Mother's stories of life in Hawkinstown and Seven-Sister roses were ,to me, the floral delights of the Lynch side of the family."
From Jimmy Moss, presently living in England. Jimmy is the eldest son of Joe and Eileen Moss, referred to in a number of stories.
"I too have fond memories of our childhood days which in retrospect were very simple compared to today. Many a Sunday was spent hunting with the Walls, Mosses, Byrnes. Cudden, Doggets and of course the inimitable Dom. This was often followed by your mother's tea of bread & jam and buns which we all enjoyed immensely. I don't know how she coped with such with all of us. Of course I also remember the summer time when we all went swimming down at the river with your father who was I suppose what you could call swimmer in chief. It is sad to reflect at times that both our sets of parents are no longer with us. They were good people, the salt of the earth."
From Maura Bhatia, a member of the Meath Association in Toronto - memories of Rathfeigh and Tara.
"What a great web-site. It brought back many happy memories of my childhood. I used to travel from Kiltale to Rathfeigh on my bicycle to visit my aunt and uncle who lived there. My aunt was the local school teacher for many years, her name is Mrs. Muireád Ní Loideáin. She moved to Galway after my uncle Patsy died. I used to look forward to the bike treks, exploring the roads on my own, I felt very independent for a kid! I also used to see the hill of Tara every morning as I walked to school. Even then I would imagine the monks and all the activities there. Who knew it would lead to the Meath Float in later years...!"
From Therese Byrne (nee Moss), who has fond memories of Riverstown and the visits to her grandparents, Joe and Eileen Moss. At right is Joe, thatching Musgrave's cottage.
|"I also went to school in Cushenstown. When I was there, Ms Condon & Mrs Hannigan were the teachers - a long time after Mrs Lynch and Mrs Dardis (who taught in Daddys time). I have fond memories of going down to Riverstown, as my Nanny & Grandad Moss (Joe & Eileen) lived there. During the summer - hay bailing, collecting the eggs,bringing in the cattle, going to the castle ruins.... Joe Moss was also a roof thatcher. At that time thatch cottages were common. Eileen used to make her own butter and sell it in Drogheda. We used to love her home baking but tried to hide the fact we didn't like fresh cows milk or homemade butter - although it never did us any harm.|
A story from Willie Brien, presently living in Co. Cork (<email@example.com>:
|"Of course, I was fascinated by the photographs on the site. Do you know the year of the 16-hand reel team photograph? Is Tommy Cox the one on the extreme right in front? I remember a story of Tommy from the days when he and maybe two others were the full complement of Mrs Bennett's regulars - mid 60s, I suppose. (I don't know if you've been in Bennetts recently, but it's different now, to say the least). Anyway, one day Tommy was in Dublin in his green Morris 1000 van. One of his neighbours (I can't remember who - maybe Gerry Kegg) was his passenger and recounted, on his return, the hair-raising experience of driving through Dublin with Tommy, who drove by his own set of rules, which took little account of traffic lights or one way streets. The highlight of the trip was a spin around Stephens Green in the wrong direction, which, of course, attracted considerable attention from other motorists - in the form of horn blowing and fist shaking. Tommy was only surprised, as he told his fellow regulars in Bennetts that night, at the large number of locals whe were in Dublin that day, judging by the number of greetings he got!"|
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