There was a real community spirit I proud of the photo of my dad as chairman of the GAA club when the clubhouse was opened in late 70s. I have a successful career but I wonât leave a legacy in the community like he will.
One of my favourite stories is about a lad house hunting at the time and he went to see a house in the area. He came downstairs and told his wife they would buy that house. She asked why he made his mind up so quickly and he replied âfrom up there I can see the pitchâ
[quote=âJuhniallio, post: 853705, member: 53â]I canât believe I missed all this today. Top quality all round.
Highlights have been;
-the âstormâs a cominâ brigade (Fagan, daly lama, et al) who remember having to eat only cornflakes and then use the box for clothes.
-Limerick having always been a shithole by all accounts.
-Thrawâs tales of his legendary pappy.[/quote]
Cornflakes and boxed cereals were for rich north county suburban types like Rockoâs crowd.
We ate cold porridge, and were glad to get it.
Keep headin east balbec, youâd like it out there.
[quote=âJuhniallio, post: 853756, member: 53â]
*I realise Thompson never worked in the civil service, but Thraw recently encouraged someone to become a dolphin, which is pretty hunteresque.[/quote]
Fair enough. I just wish he could find some porpoise in his own life.
[quote=âThe Wild Colonial Bhoy, post: 853818, member: 80â]yeah well done, your dad raped the state to build a clubhouse no one needed
you must be so proud
arsehole[/quote]
Built from locally raised funds and volunteer labour so no state raping involved. The clubhouse and bar created a sustainable enterprise that funded teams so meant GAA was the only sport growing up that was free to play for kids
So yeah proud of that as a legacy
We used the brown paper from inside the paul and vincent nut bags to cover our school books
Nuts⌠who the fuck could afford nuts in the 70s only big farmers.
Mangles pal.
Did they come from the Kilmallock factory?
Is that a prerequisite for trying to understand what you are on about?
I think it was an uptown fray. Shame uncle benjy isnât about to confirm. Still, at least your kidsâ table manners have improved.
I have since taught my kids to use the correct knife and fork.
Longford
You sold out you yankie cunt. A fine farm of land was yours to work with but you always had the disposition of a soft cunt.
When youâre ould fella married into that place there was only 17 rude acres and it in a woeful state. By the time he died he had built it up to 53 Irish acres of good grazing land.
You arrived home and sold in a panic, the OâGradys couldnât get over their good fortune when their lousy bid was accepted. âGo ahead with the planâ indeedâŚ
I visit his grave every now and then to say a prayer for his soul.
[quote=âKinvaraâs Passion, post: 854336, member: 686â]You sold out you yankie cunt. A fine farm of land was yours to work with but you always had the disposition of a soft cunt.
When youâre ould fella married into that place there was only 17 rude acres and it in a woeful state. By the time he died he had built it up to 53 Irish acres of good grazing land.
You arrived home and sold in a panic, the OâGradys couldnât get over their good fortune when their lousy bid was accepted. âGo ahead with the planâ indeedâŚ
I visit his grave every now and then to say a prayer for his soul.[/quote]
Lookit. The ould fucker spent his life working that dirty old ground, for a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound. Thatâs all it was worth. Meanwhile he packed me off to poor Benjy where a fella cut me for the coat on my back and the watch that I got from me mother.
I hear you pal, we moved to moyross in the early days, all new built houses in Delmage pk. My whole street was full of young families looking for a fresh start and away from the old tenements in around the city. I guess what was strange about Moyross was that families moved from all sides of the City to live there, which may sound like nothing, but Limerick working class folk are very clannish and loyal to their side of town, probably the same country wide.
Anyway, hundreds of houses lashed up, and no facilities. We got out early enough, and growing up in a working class area like that was gas, always an argument amongst neighbours, every woman on the street acted like your mother, every game of soccer was a world cup final, throwing stones at the glue sniffers down the tracks, skinning orchards on the Ennis road⌠At the time it was normal, but when I think back now some of the lads I went to school with or played soccer with came from totally destitute families. I remember one poor fucker who couldnât afford shin guards, so he made his own from tins of beans and duct tape Another poor lad would always be tapping you for the arse on whatever you were eating, he died at 10.
Of course this all became a breeding ground for crime, and while we were innocent out, the next lot were all too clued in and used by older lads for running drugs, guns, watching out of the pigs etc.
Of those that stayed on from my road, 1 in jail for double murder, 1 on the run for a few cases of GBH and another did time for busting up a bar and a few people in it. The surrounding streets are all the same, and I see that scumbag Gary Campion was in the news the other day, he got busted up in jail (his whole family are in for various murders). He lived around the corner and I stole his steel tennis racket from his front garden circa 1990⌠take that gazza you lowlife cuntâŚ
All those houses are gone now and all folk in them are largely gone too. I actually saw the shin guards chap not so long ago in the city, with about 8 kids hanging off him⌠And on it goes.
Thatâs a great post.
Iâll tell you some day about the shifting spot where I first got tit on the outside.
Tit on the outside
It was a scintillating undercard to tit on the inside in fairness.
Down behind the sea wall in Kinvara on a cold autumnâs night after coming from a House of Pain gig in salthill⌠with the words of âJohnny had a gunâ still ringing in my young innocent head⌠hands blue and nervous.
She was a lovely girl.
[quote=âKinvaraâs Passion, post: 854528, member: 686â]Tit on the outside
It was a scintillating undercard to tit on the inside in fairness.
Down behind the sea wall in Kinvara on a cold autumnâs night after coming from a House of Pain gig in salthill⌠with the words of âJohnny had a gunâ still ringing in my young innocent head⌠hands blue and nervous.
She was a lovely girl.[/quote]
Did her oul lad drive a Red Cortina?