The Blackthorn Pencil
Although Ireland is definitely not short of a blackthorn walking stick or two, less common, is a pen crafted from Blackthorn. Ben shares with the group one such pen, crafted by his carpenter Grandfather.
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The Blackthorn Pencil
Although Ireland is definitely not short of a blackthorn walking stick or two, less common, is a pen crafted from Blackthorn. Ben shares with the group one such pen, crafted by his carpenter Grandfather.
Rose and Tray.
Rose’s tray was hand painted by her very talented Grandmother who lived in India.
My Mother’s Teaspoon.
Jan shares with the group the story of her mother’s Tea Caddy Spoon. A lasting connection between her mother and North Wales, where she spent her time as an child evacuee during WWII.
My Medal Collection.
Conor shares with the group his family heirlooms of the future, with his collection of medals and trophies.
Seamus Heaney is widely recognized as one of the major poets of the 20th century. A native of Northern Ireland, Heaney was raised in County Derry, and later lived for many years in Dublin. He was the author of over 20 volumes of poetry and won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995 “for works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past.” Heaney taught at Harvard University (1985-2006) and served as the Oxford Professor of Poetry (1989-1994). He died in 2013.
1910 Wedding Photograph.
Des shares the story of his Grandmother Catherine Lesley.
On the 28th April, the Friday of the week of the Easter Rising, The Battle of Ashbourne was a direct confrontation and gun battle between up to 70 members of the Royal Irish Constabulary and about 37 Irish Volunteers. It was one of the few engagements outside of Dublin and was, in contrast to the main Rising in Dublin, a successful one. James Gormley was one of those RIC Officers that lost his life that day, here his Great, Great, Great Nephew tells us about the last letter he wrote to his sister, Kate, shortly before his death.
Lilah shares with us the story of her father’s vase. Inherited from her Grandmother, this was the first vase made by her father after he went to work in a Sunderland Glass factory.
Barndomsminnen
En solig och varm sommardag var vi några kompisar som skulle cykla och bada vi packade en korg med saft bullar och kex och gav oss iväg till badplatsen .
Det var mycket folk trots att det var mitt i veckan och inte semestertid vi badade och hade kul vi märkte inte dom mörka moln som började sprida sig över himlen inte heller att stranden hade blivit ganska tom på folk
Lillemor Engström
Skidtävlingen . Vi var några grabbar i Sörnoret som alltid brukade vara tillsammans och anordnade olika aktiviteter.Om sommaren var det olika friidrottsgrenar såsom höjdhopp med och utan stav samt längdhopp och kula.På vintermånaderna var det mest längdåkning på skidor samt hopp med skidor en backe som hette kanten. Den här söndagen i slutet av april bestämde vi (Harry,Lars-Erik,Tord,Gunnar och jag själv Ebbe att vi köra ett sprintlopp på c:a 1,5 om runt åkrarna hos P:J.s. Tidtagningen skulle skötas med en gammaldags väckarklocka som vi fick låna av P: J.( Han var riksdagsman) så att det inte skulle bli något fel med Tidtagningen. Kvällen innan det stora loppet grundvallade jag mina relativt nya Toboskidor som jag fått i julklapp av min storebror Stig. Tidigt när jag klev upp ur sängen och tittade på termometern var det ganska kallt så jag funderade länge och väl om jag skulle Kallvalla eller någon mittimellan men bestämde en valla som hette Lappglid Blå
Vi anlade ett spår runt åkrarna om ca.? enhandlade det om längdskidåkning.Vi var några grabbar som var tillsammans,Harry,Lars Erik Tord Gunnar och jag själv naturligtvis.Det var en fin vinterdag och spåret var preparerat och klart.Tidtagningen klarade vi av med en gammal väckarklocka. Jag började dagen innan med att grundvalla mina tämligen nya Toboskidor
Ebbe Engström