I remember taking this photo. It struck me as they were walking along how this is a picture of us all. hand in hand with Dad. going to the pictures, going to the shops, going to the pub, or in this case, just going for a walk.
I just couldn't help thinking and I mean this in the most endearing way. I don't know if any of you remember him coming the other way across the roundabout after getting off the bus with a slight stagger in his step of a Thursday morning and the fresh cod barely hanging on to the paper it was wrapped in. There was also a folded copy of the Irish Times in his pocket with the crossword almost, but never quite, done. Oh, and also the pipe in the breast pocket of the suit. I have come the think that there were different rules for arrival at 161 than for departure from 161. Does all that ring a bell?
Oh Jim...it does indeed and you are so right! He deserved an award for arriving home safely every time!!! This picture has a deep effect...it actually makes me cry. Another sad thing is...Abbie is the only grandchild that didn't go for that walk u talk of Colin cause he did it with all of us and all the grandkids....does everyone remember how he used to tickle the palm of your hand while he held it??? I do it to Abbie and she knows its a grandad thing!
Of all the photos of Grandad this one has touched me the most,I remember walking to the shop, park with him most days with Jack before ben came along and he always tickled the palm of my hand.The warmth of is hands will never leave me.
A great photo, and one that speaks volumes, everyone has their own memories. The landscape haas changed just slightly recently with the planting of new saplings along the path over to Liddys....
its a great photo i think we all took that same walk that Ciaran did, i did lots of times his hands where so big compare to mine and the smell of tobacco and then he'd tickle the palm of your hand and tell u story's it was great...
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This is a fantastic picture. Makes me very nostalgic. The Windmill Park landscape had hardly changed at all.
I wish I could see Dad walking along like that again......
You speak for us all Eileen............
I remember taking this photo. It struck me as they were walking along how this is a picture of us all. hand in hand with Dad. going to the pictures, going to the shops, going to the pub, or in this case, just going for a walk.
I just couldn't help thinking and I mean this in the most endearing way. I don't know if any of you remember him coming the other way across the roundabout after getting off the bus with a slight stagger in his step of a Thursday morning and the fresh cod barely hanging on to the paper it was wrapped in. There was also a folded copy of the Irish Times in his pocket with the crossword almost, but never quite, done. Oh, and also the pipe in the breast pocket of the suit.
I have come the think that there were different rules for arrival at 161 than for departure from 161.
Does all that ring a bell?
Oh Jim...it does indeed and you are so right! He deserved an award for arriving home safely every time!!! This picture has a deep effect...it actually makes me cry. Another sad thing is...Abbie is the only grandchild that didn't go for that walk u talk of Colin cause he did it with all of us and all the grandkids....does everyone remember how he used to tickle the palm of your hand while he held it??? I do it to Abbie and she knows its a grandad thing!
Of all the photos of Grandad this one has touched me the most,I remember walking to the shop, park with him most days with Jack before ben came along and he always tickled the palm of my hand.The warmth of is hands will never leave me.
A great photo, and one that speaks volumes, everyone has their own memories. The landscape haas changed just slightly recently with the planting of new saplings along the path over to Liddys....
A very touching photo.
its a great photo i think we all took that same walk that Ciaran did, i did lots of times his hands where so big compare to mine and the smell of tobacco and then he'd tickle the palm of your hand and tell u story's it was great...
Thanks.... I forgot about the palm tickle trick... I have been sitting here thinking about it, and I was a child again.
I THINK WE ALL DO THAT TO OUR KIDS I KNOW I DO IT OFTEN. DIDDLE,DIDDLE,DIDDLE.
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