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One day a week, armed with ‘ingredients’ brought from home, we trooped over to the cookery room that was presided over by Sister Immaculata.
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If our garment-mak
If our garment-making at
One day a week, armed with ‘ingredients’ brought from home, we trooped over to the cookery room that was presided over by Sister Immaculata.
We’re still awaiting the other names in my first photo of Abbey Boys of 1965.
Mindful of its gloomy history, I have always regarded the quarry with thoughtful apprehension. Despite this, as an older boy I would go fishing for spricks (sticklebacks) in its clouded, enigmatic waters. The spricks were much bigger here and so more desirable.
Later as teenagers, filled with the wild daring of that capricious age, we actually swam there. We would climb down the rocks to a ledge just above water level. The ledge afforded space for our clothes and allowed us to bask when the sun shone. Sheltered as it was by the high surrounding rocks, it then became a sun trap. From this ledge we would manfully plunge into the water, mindless of its awesome depth. We would then splash about with the clamorous exuberance of youth, shouting lustily, amused by the repeating echoes from the rocks around. Yet despite our apparent dare-devil abandonment, the water’s deep menace lurked in our minds like a prowling shark. When a swimmer occasionally felt some unthinkable, aquatic abomination touch his foot, all dare-devil pretence vanished in a frenzied flurry of white water as the would-be Tarzan swam frantically, flailing the water, seeking the safety of the ledge.
Amazingly, it is thirty-six years ago. I have two children older than that! I’d like to learn where they all are now. (No! Not my children. They keep me informed. The Abbey boys, I mean!). Here’s a start! Maurice McCavitt (brother of Seamus and Dr John) has the Bureau de Change on Hill Street. I think Francie McCracken is still out in Clanrye Avenue working in the swimming pool. Kevin Lyons is still about town. In fact he lives up near me in Druncashellone.
Isn’t it strange how customs have changed, even over the few decades we have recently lived through?
We publish the third slice of that great Altnaveagh School 1947-8 photo today.
The complete photo will follow: this is Slice A, including the class teacher.
Tom Wharton has been good enough to contribute here regularly. Payback time! We have found his old school photo! We will show it in 4 slices, A B C and D. This is C because it includes Tom!