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I enjoyed Dublin’s Temple Bar area, lots of pubs, right across from the Liffey River.
While I was sitting, relaxing my aching
feet at Grogan’s pub (right), and having
a bit of wine, an old man said in the
most charming Irish lilt “Pardon me,
my good friend, I don’t want to disturb
you, but if you don’t mind my
comment. I think you are a very
contented man, very happy. I can see
contentedness all across your face.
You’ll likely live to be a ripe old age
indeed.” Made me feel good. He
himself was 84.
People in Ireland are nice, exceptionally nice, sweet, and kind. In fact there is a bumper
sticker that says “Because Nice Matters”
I made a bus tour of the Wicklow mountains and found some beautiful areas. In one spot
we stopped to look over a lake. This was the Guinness estate covering thousands of acres
and two lakes. The water of the lake comes from the bogs and is colored a dark brown. It
is drinkable
and pure but
looks like a
hefty Guinness
stout. As a
matter of fact,
the Guinness
family, so
taken by the
lake, imported
French sand so
it would look
exactly like a
Guinness stout
with a foamy
top. (See right).
On the Wicklow mountains bus tour, we passed the sprawling homes of Daniel Day
Lewis and some other celebrities. We then stopped in a place where St. Kevin became a
hermit. He lived in a cave, was loved by the local people, and farmers slowly started to
settle around him as he was believed to be holy with a special gift for treating sick
animals. These are photos of the lush vegetation on the way to St. Kevin’s cave, plus a
shot inside the 12th century church dedicated to him.
But I digress. This story began not in the Wicklow
mountains but in Dublin and its delightful and picturesque
pubs.
Maya and her girlfriend, Kathy in front of St. John Gogarty’s pub.
But then we took off in a rented car on a road trip and our first stop, unexpected and
unplanned, was a visit to the Jonathan Swift estate. Our Gulliver’s Travels author, they
say, was a bit mentally disturbed, but that is only a rumor. His estate covers probably 50
acres, and the house, now owned by a German woman, was impressive. She invited us in
and we liked the layout a lot (below).
However, our major interest that day was in the Purcell castle. My mother, whose maiden
name was Margaret Purcell, originally came from Ireland. Her grandfather was born
there. So we asked where the Purcell’s were from—we knew it was the Kilkenny area—
and we learned that Montague Purcell built a castle in about 1380. After his death,
women were not
allowed to own
property, so the
widow Purcell’s
bad brother put her
in a nunnery and
took over the
castle.
We may be
descended in one
way or other from
this DNA. Here is
a picture of us in
front of the Purcell
Castle which is
now a youth hostel.
Located outside of
Kilkenny, it’s now
called Foulksrath,
and the man in the
photo is Jack
Madden who took
the time to tell us
the whole story
and was a delight
to get to know.
We departed the Purcell Castle and headed for a pre-historic monument I wanted to see.
This is a so-called “capstone” gravesite (although no one really knows what it really is).
It is out in a wheat field, has been dated to 2500 BC, and the Neolithic people who
erected it managed to lift a 240,000 lb. stone into this mysterious configuration. Funny
thing is that if you look hither and
yon, all you see are fields, no rocks,
no hills, no quarries, no rocks of any
kind. So how did they get this rock
and deliver it to this site? No answers
at this time. The site is called
Brownes Hill Dolmen
Two prehistoric sites (dolmens) also found in Denmark and France. We visited the one on the right
Maya and I then journeyed to where Jim’s wife, Veronica, was born. Veronica died two
years ago and was born in a small Irish village called Graigenemanah (pronounced Greg
Namanah). It was only about 30 miles from where my mother’s family originated in the
Purcell Castle (go figure!). We had no
anticipation that we would be able to
actually find Veronica’s house, but we
went to a pub and said “Do any of you
know the Crowleys; Veronica
Crowley’s father was a constable here
about 50 years ago.” “Of course we
do!” they said, and we were escorted
to Veronica’s place of her birth, took
photos, and met a guy named Liam
Foley, a friend of her brother, Michael.
He showed us around, plus a bicycle
Of course there are things that just come out at random, so here goes.
2. Churches : The major cathedrals of Dublin were St. Patrick’s and Christ Church,
both Anglican. I took a liking to another, however, not listed on the brochures, St.
Augustines. It was stately and even more ornate inside.
3. Guinness: We went to the Guinness brewery
for an incredibly interesting tour. Its
advertising room alone is worth the visit: very
creative and ingenious commercials down
through the ages. The Brewery is celebrating
its 250th year. Arthur Guinness signed a lease
for the land for 45 pounds per year for 9,000
years! The copy of that unusual lease is
proudly displayed in the brewery.
4. Dublin’s shopping streets. We didn’t frequent these shops much, but there are loads
of beautiful and crowded shopping streets that are filled with people, street musicians,
and mimes. The guy painted black was singularly impressive!
5. The Irish literary tradition. Home or birthplace
to Dylan Thomas, Samuel Beckett, Oscar Wilde,
James Joyce, Jonathan Swift, and Brendan Behan,
you see frequent reminders in the sidewalk or on
panes of glass, quotations, spread throughout the
city. This one from James Joyce’s Ulysses is
embedded in the sidewalk.
7. Smokey and Corky. My Irish uncle, Jerome, “Uncle Jerry” was my namesake. He
used to call my brother Corky and me Smokey when we were 3 and 5 years old. My
brother, as an adult, developed a slight
addiction to alcohol (Corky), and cigarettes,
rather than alcohol, grabbed me by the
“bullocks” thus the name Smokey. Uncle
Jerry had incredible foresight. So when I
saw a pub called Korky, I couldn’t resist.
8. Food: Ate traditional Irish dishes (Irish stew, about 4 times, bangers and mash
(sausages and mashed potato), and my favorite, cottage pie (basically shepherd’s pie
made from beef). Maya’s friends, Kathy & Vinnie, went out with us and Vinnie had
“Coddle,” an interesting an tasty blend of sausages, vegetables, and cream. Best beer was
Smithwicks at a pub in Kilkenny called Duiskes. Best desert also at Duiske’s pub: bread,
ice cream and butterscotch. Incredible!
9. Just pretty things. I took pictures of pubs and buildings which I liked, just because I
thought they were pretty. Here are a few.
10. Ballykissangel/ Avoca
So its time to say goodbye to this little adventure. How better than to put in a bit of the
Irish harp and shamrock.
“If me aunt had any balls, she’d be me uncle!”