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Ann Whelan
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My mother use to take us into Cleary's each year to see Santa and visit wonderland there. I loved queuing up by the main stairs and the excitment as you moved a little further on down in the line nearer to Santa's grotto. When we eventually got to Santa I'd hid behind my mothers in tears...was very shy as a child.... I loved getting the presents tho! I made my poor mother (RIP) take us into every Santa in town and proceeded to do the waterworks scenario at each one. The best presnt for Christmas that I ever got was a dolls house.....I never recovered from the joy of that. After I left college and started working the first thing I did was buy a collectors piece Georgian Dolls house....it has about 15 rooms.....spent all my wages on decorating it ....bought another Tudor style Dolls house in Browne Thomas another year for myself for Christmas.......I could spend years in Dolls House shops......................... Talk about tradition. Last year I bought my then 3yr old daughter Veacha the most beautiful dolls house.....it lit up, had a doorbell that when you rang the bell, the bell rang and a dog barked.....it was magical or so I thought. She had not got it 24hrs, and had removed the roof, double glazing windows, doors and patio doors, removed all the mechanical mechinism so that nothing worked.....to this day I still cannot talk about it. I will be seeking therapy next week with Dr. Phil
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Kay Fagan
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Hi Rolo How right you are Home Economics Classes where a load of Bull in M.S
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Ann Whelan
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Between Simon Le Bon missing one and my next of kins dinner missing both ... ...
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Kay Fagan
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Hi Ann Love all your stories We had some traditions in our house on Christmas morning My Father would get up early and have the fire lit when we all came down and we open Santa Presents.He would cook a great big BreakfastThen we go to Mass and after we would have to go to our Grandparents house in a huff As all we wanted to do is stay at home and play with all our toy's As we all got older and moved away we all still had to wait till we were all together to open all the presents on Christmas |
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Ann Whelan
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Rolo
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What's this, A Raheny tradition or what ? Eejit doesn't cook ,Ommelette excepted , Kay doesn't cook, maybe ye skipped all the Home Economics classes in M.H. Rolo. |
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Kay Fagan
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My mother never cooked think that is why none of us do either We would have to wait till my Father came home from work and cook the dinner But it would me worth the wait He was a great cook |
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eejit91
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Ahh Pat what would we do without Mothers! I would come in from school sometimes and my Mam would make "hole in the middle" what might sound awful to some but it was potatoe and she would mash it up and make a wall out of it and put boiled milk in the middle with a little bit of butter - the object was to see how long you could get the wall to stand. We loved it. She would also give us tea and we would dip bread into it - what we would later call goody... When I was sick I was also put into my parents bed, snuggled up. Loved that. My Dad worked for Guinness’s and would normally get home about 8 at night. Mam would always send me in to ask him what he wanted for dinner and the answer would be "Plum Duff" or "Smadder molally and onions"... or if I said to him "what's that" he'd say "that's a diggery do for catching bladderhawks"... that normally shut me up. Funny thing is I heard my brother saying that to his little fella not so long ago.. How the traditions carry on, it's wonderful. We would all clean up with baths on Saturday night and then it was to the sitting room, lights off and The High Chapperal - Manolito sticks out in my mind. I also remember watching Get Smart, Mission Impossible, Hawaii 50. On the cartoon front it was Top Cat and Mr Magoo and the woody wood pecker and of course Me Mep The Road Runner. Then there was wonderly wagon, The magic roundabout - Dougal... and a little older I remember Swap Shop on a Saturday Morning... Christmas! I remember sitting at the base of the tree thinking it was so tall. I would later find out it was only about 3ft... One Christmas I remember being led by the hand down the stairs by my older brother to find the best tea set ever. I remember the days that we got those big stockings and the one thing we loved was the parachute man. I remember getting doll house furniture and cutting up a shoe box and making rooms out of it... what child would do that now. I remember the paper dolls - so simple. (I remember getting up one Christmas day and half the ham missing from my heard of brothers who returned home on a Christmas eve with a belly full of beer...) We would eat a fine dinner and then Dad would set light to the pudding to which we would add brandy butter - yummy. Then an evening of films - Oliver Twist, Annie get your gun and so on. Boy we didn't get much but got everything! In the summer since Mam was from Mayo and Dad from Kilkenny we would head off into the country for a couple of weeks - 8 of us pilled into the car. Off to Mayo we would go, first stopping in the same restaurant in Longford every year for chips!! Then continue on our journey to Ballina - Castlecloghans actually out in the depts. of the west. Pulling up I would spot my Granddad sitting at the window and then Grandma would appear to the door in delight to see her daughter. Nearing the door was the smell of bacon and cabbage the best ever. Grandma used to bath me in the old bath with legs in the middle of the stone floor kitchen... I remember her black booties and her navy smock and silver grey hair. Granddad would sit me up on his knee and ask me to sing "Come by the hills" and out would come his wallet and a pound note would be handed to me. I loved the smell of his pipe. The one thing that sticks out in my mind was the out house and how I would wake up in the middle of the night and have to run out in the dark to the God forsaken outhouse...I remember going to the bog or going back the fields to bring in the cows for milking or climbing the walls of the castle across the road to find clay pipes. So many great memories in Mayo! We would travel on then through Ennis and Back to school then for another year. Back to the house where the smell of brown bread and apple and rhubarb tarts were a trade mark of the Kelly household. Even when I went back to Ireland for my Mothers funeral what would I find upon entering the house but a fresh batch of brown bread she had baked before leaving for a weekend to Ashford Castle from which she would never return. Ya see she had won spin the wheel with Mike Murphy and part of her winnings was that weekend away. She went out on a blaze of glory. Edited by eejit91 |
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Biker Pat
I spend too much time here!!! 72-75 Joined: 26-April-2005 Location: Swords, Co Dublin (ex Celti Status: Offline Points: 38079 |
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Whilst reading through the stories behind peoples usernames I was laughing at Crusty's. He said he got his name from the crusts being taken off his bread. It reminded me of when I was young and if we were sick me Ma would tuck you up in her bed, which always seemed more comfortable than your own, and would bring you up a boiled egg and bread with no crusts,like little soldiers. Another time she's mash potatoes and cabbage together and put butter over it and run the fork over the food to make lines like a ploughed field. It was delicious. Used to love being sick |
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