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May had little pitfalls but also many saving graces

Francis Farragher

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A sign of the Summer: Blue skies and thousands of yards of turf cut at Cloonascragh Bog near Tuam last week now ready for turning or footing. Photo: Johnny Ryan Photography.

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WHILE we all have to be sensible and careful these days, we shouldn’t forget either to enjoy the arrival of the Summer season which based on my early school tutoring always began on May 1.

The meteorological nerds may not agree, citing the warmer average temperatures of June, July and August as being our real Summer months, but May is a wonderful month in terms of ever longer days and a sun of rising height in the sky.

For those of us of a certain generation, who have one of those landmark days in the month of May (okay I’ll concede to call it a birthday), we were always reminded as children how lucky we were to be born in the month of devotion to the Blessed Virgin.

That however wasn’t to be without its complications for any male child growing up in the 1960s when the discovery was made that there was a third Christian name added onto John Francis . . . yes, you’ve guessed it Mary.

On top of all that the news was also broken to me after about seven Summers on this planet that my mother had expected me to be of a different gender and that instead of being a Francis, she had instead anticipated a Frances. Oh, God a gender crisis at six or seven years of age . . . but it passed.

As I may have recalled before, one of my little consolations back in the 1960s, was in seeing the name of a Galway three-in-row star – I’m also certain it was the late Enda Colleran – who had the name Mary attached to his name.

Back then, the practice was to have the names of all those who had graduated from UCG (now NUIG) published in the local papers with their full Christian names attached. So, there was just a little consolation to be gleaned from the fact that one of my great childhood heroes had no problem with having Mary attached to his name.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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A time when we’re learning to appreciate the simpler things

Francis Farragher

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Pacific War 1941 to 1945. A reminder of how awful life could be.

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If our current pandemic has brought one thing to the forefront of our minds, it is that of our own mortality. Of course, there’s no point in dwelling too much on that great certainty of life – in the end, there’s only going to be one winner – but at least we’re all being reminded that the gift of life really does trump everything else.

Like most other humans I know, I make a reasonable effort to live something approaching a healthy way of life . . .  not too much food, not too much ‘rubbish’, keeping an eye on ‘the quantity’ when it comes to the ‘ould drink’, and trying to squeeze in a bit of physical exercise every day.

And yet, if we’re to believe all the health food PR that’s being thrown at us day-after-day, it’s as if doing everything perfectly will bring us the gift of everlasting life, which I’m afraid it won’t. We are finite creatures and if we look after ourselves – and get lucky – then we may be blessed with a lifespan that could stretch for eight decades or so.

It’s only when we face into crisis periods like we’re experiencing now, that we realise that ordinary, normal lives are quite the thing to strive for. There really is a great solace in being able to do – and enjoy – the simple things of life like waking up in the morning, going to work, enjoying your meals, and embarking on an evening walk, cycle or jog.

Normal routines have taken a bit of a battering since the arrival of St Patrick’s Day with not a pint being pulled in a pub across the land. If someone had said to you six months ago that we’d have such a day in Ireland, the old psychiatric examination might be called for.

Anyway, maybe at times it’s good to break some of the old routines and instead of having the evening option of a couple of pints of plain, I’ve been lured into various little distractions such as watching a number of TV series that I couldn’t be bothered with, when there were other things to be at.

Thursday nights since late March have been preoccupied with watching two war series that I’d heard a lot about but never had the patience to watch, and beside I thought my own little curiosities about history had taught me everything I wanted to know about World War II . . . but, but not so, after now completing 20 episodes between Band of Brothers and Pacific.

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Ode to an old friend that we may not see again for a time

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On the greater scale of things, my particular difficulty won’t rate too highly in the list of current woes that we’re all enduring, but a night last week as I scurried off to bed shortly before 10pm, I came to the inescapable conclusion that I miss my local pubs.

While not everyone might agree, I don’t think I’m in the category of drinkers who needs to be carted off for a drying out course and since Paddy’s Day passed off so dryly, there’s been many’s the day and night that not a drop has crossed my lips.

Here and there on the home front if there’s a film being watched on TV or a burger being cooked outside (there’s a fancy name for that sort of thing which I refuse to use), I am partial to a bottle of Tiger, Moretti or my favourite Italian tipple, Peroni. But alas, it’s just not the same as the pint out of the barrel accompanied by an exchange of some gentle jibes about the good life that we’re all living.

They might be a dying breed but I do think that there’s something special about old country pubs. The two that I’m familiar with, also combine their trade with undertaking businesses, so I take some smite of morbid conolation from fact that they’ll look after me both in life in death, although each of those experiences, will leave me – and those left behind – with a lot less shillings in our pockets.

A few weeks back, I heard a story about a couple of old codgers who for the last 30 years had never stopped ‘picking’ at each other in the local pub. Neutrals would often remark that: “They’re at it again.” However, it has since emerged that since the lockdown started, both have independently admitted to missing each other. They just can’t wait for the ‘sparring’ to start again.

There’s something too about the game of cards in the pub whether it be a ‘six’ or a ‘nine’ in ‘25’ or a game of Spot that often seemed to endure for the night with ‘the pot’ sometimes gradually edging up to €30 or €40 as the witching hour approached. Not big money . . . no big gambles . . . but fought for as if our very lives depended on it.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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The Leaving Cert has passed but ‘The Dream’ still lingers on

Francis Farragher

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YOU want to have a heart of stone not to have sympathy for the Leaving Cert class of 2020, the vast majority of them preparing diligently over the past year or so for the so-called ‘biggest exam of their lives’.

In February, everything seemed to be going to plan with the work schedules for the final big run-in to the exams that always seemed to coincide with a spell of good weather, just to compound that feeling of being imprisoned by broad daylight.

Then there was talk of postponement with a new date in July scheduled for the start of the tests and now over recent days the almost inevitable cancellation of the formal exams seems was confirmed. It had reached the point where this year’s Leaving Cert class had to be given some kind of certainty, if only for the sake of their mental health.

From speaking to colleagues who sat the Leaving Cert back in the mid-1970s, I don’t believe that I’m in any way unique, when I confess to getting the occasional flashback of sitting in that isolated desk of an old gym at Tuam CBS, lurking in a world of nervous frenzy, semi-nausea and I suppose real fear as the superintendent placed the exam paper on my desk.

My cause probably wasn’t helped by a distinctly selective approach to study concentration where, in English for example, certain poets would either be ruled in or out of the exam preparation time.

Would it be Keats or Shelley? Kavanagh or Yeats? Milton or Pope? One thing was always pretty much of a certainty in those days, and I’m guessing it’s the same today, is that William Shakespeare would always be confronting you in some shape or form, whether it be Hamlet, Macbeth or Coriolanus or one of his sonnets.

In the seconds after that English paper was left down on your desk, there was always the frantic search for your favourite poet . . . happiness being defined as seeing the name in front of you from whose verses you could pretty much quote ad lib.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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