Graham---------- these photos were so good that I brightened them up and reposted them. You should send them into the newspaper or television. They love to print those types of photos.
This could only happen in a city like Dublin where there is so much character and people with crazy ways. I remember this fellow who used to stand outside the Bank Of Ireland and bless everyone going by.This was around the time that Pope Pius The Twelfth died so it added a little more seasoning to the picture. I also saw a postman ripping up letters and throwing them into the bin. Nobody seemed to pay too much attention although there was the occasional mutter. They say that you always long for the good old days. I think that this picture shows that the good old days never went away and thank God for it.
i remember "bang bang" Dor, he was always around the Cork st area would get on the bus and pretend to shoot you!also do you remember the rag man? when we would run into Mam asking her had she any rags for the rag man she would say " only the ones i'm wearing, "now go out and play"she would say, if you were lucky enough to have "rags"to give him you got a cup in return.
anyone remember the man who sold the one day old chicks for a penny,or the farmer who gave a penny for potato peels to feed the pigs then we would run down to the orchird accross the road from the old police station,and but a penny apple or 2 for a penny, great days we had nothing.....but we where happy
I remember that Orchard. The Oul-one who sold them was crabbier than the apples she sold. Remember her?? I often considered the "big heist" actually Robbing that orchard.. had it all figured out, an escape route through the IMPs....
Hi Dor, im Grahamers wife, when i use to ask my father where he was going, he use to say to me , up to maggie's room behind the wallpaper, it brings it back now that you have metioned it.
I do remember the fella who sold the chicks. Poor little things. There was a great character in the village who had parkinsons disease. We didn't know what parkinsons disease was at that time. We just knew that his whole body and especially his hands used to shake an awful lot. We didn't even wonder why, it was all part of who he was. If he had stopped shaking we probably would not have recognized him. He used to walk around the village and around the school areas in an old grey herringbone overcoat. He was always with children. Well, I had a lot of difficulty learning the alphabet. He taught me how to sing it and I learned it in a day. When I was home a while ago there was a little booklet about old Dublin and his photo was in it, as was Sarge in the boy's club which was just beside the church.
Yes i remember those chick's it was cruel really because they would all die, and as if we hadn't got enough kids running round the house we also had chicks, Christ, they would be under your feet, i remember the guy who sold them, he had a van with boxes of chicks in the back, it would not be allowed in todays standards, where did he get them from???i remember the orchird alright the women there had some thing wrong with her arm, she wore this black stocking thing on it,I remember Johnny forty coats and the saying "in Maggies room behind the wallpaper" does anyone remember "rasher" the guy who walked past our house, the kids on the road would shout rasher at him and run away, i don't know why they did that, i remember the "slop" man, as we called him, with the bucket for the pig food,he lived in one of those farms in the village.and then there was the guy who sold the coal,He was fighting in the Congo with the army and was shoot, word had it he got a lot of money for that so we were all in awe of him.
Nice little anecdotes......I remember the Orchard..we used to stop there on our way to the pictures for our 'eats'...which were apples and more apples...beats the buckets of popcorn....nachos etc you get these days!!!!! I don't remember those characters but I heard tell of Bang Bang....I am much younger than y'all of course!!!!!!
It was a little black and white pamphlet thing on Crumlin Village of yore. I found it in 161 on my last visit. I am sure someone knows where to find one.
I remember ' Rasher' very well. He was a biggish man who obviously had some kind of respiratory illness. He had red veins running in a purple face and he would stop every few steps to rest on the railings. I don't know how he got around the way he did. All he did was wheeze. Some of the children were very cruel to him and would call him names and torment him. They would also throw stones at him. I remember to this day how cruel those children were.
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Where's Steptoe when you need him......this is very good Graham.
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Graham---------- these photos were so good that I brightened them up and reposted them. You should send them into the newspaper or television. They love to print those types of photos.
This could only happen in a city like Dublin where there is so much character and people with crazy ways. I remember this fellow who used to stand outside the Bank Of Ireland and bless everyone going by.This was around the time that Pope Pius The Twelfth died so it added a little more seasoning to the picture. I also saw a postman ripping up letters and throwing them into the bin. Nobody seemed to pay too much attention although there was the occasional mutter.
They say that you always long for the good old days. I think that this picture shows that the good old days never went away and thank God for it.
I'm just worried that something might happen to the horse!
Do you remember Bang Bang! Jim?
I meant to say Pope John XXIII in my last comment. All of Ireland was in mourning at the time.
Bang Bang rings a bell but I can't make any connection.
And thats not even the Northside!!!!
i remember "bang bang" Dor, he was always around the Cork st area would get on the bus and pretend to shoot you!also do you remember the rag man? when we would run into Mam asking her had she any rags for the rag man she would say " only the ones i'm wearing, "now go out and play"she would say, if you were lucky enough to have "rags"to give him you got a cup in return.
anyone remember the man who sold the one day old chicks for a penny,or the farmer who gave a penny for potato peels to feed the pigs then we would run down to the orchird accross the road from the old police station,and but a penny apple or 2 for a penny, great days we had nothing.....but we where happy
Then there was Maggie Wallpaper and Johnny Forty Coats. All great characters, but probably very unfortunate.
I remember that Orchard. The Oul-one who sold them was crabbier than the apples she sold. Remember her?? I often considered the "big heist" actually Robbing that orchard.. had it all figured out, an escape route through the IMPs....
Hi Dor, im Grahamers wife, when i use to ask my father where he was going, he use to say to me , up to maggie's room behind the wallpaper, it brings it back now that you have metioned it.
I do remember the fella who sold the chicks. Poor little things. There was a great character in the village who had parkinsons disease. We didn't know what parkinsons disease was at that time. We just knew that his whole body and especially his hands used to shake an awful lot. We didn't even wonder why, it was all part of who he was. If he had stopped shaking we probably would not have recognized him. He used to walk around the village and around the school areas in an old grey herringbone overcoat. He was always with children.
Well, I had a lot of difficulty learning the alphabet. He taught me how to sing it and I learned it in a day.
When I was home a while ago there was a little booklet about old Dublin and his photo was in it, as was Sarge in the boy's club which was just beside the church.
Sarge,... what book was that again, I would like to get it.
I remember Sarge well.
Yes i remember those chick's it was cruel really because they would all die, and as if we hadn't got enough kids running round the house we also had chicks, Christ, they would be under your feet, i remember the guy who sold them, he had a van with boxes of chicks in the back, it would not be allowed in todays standards, where did he get them from???i remember the orchird alright the women there had some thing wrong with her arm, she wore this black stocking thing on it,I remember Johnny forty coats and the saying "in Maggies room behind the wallpaper" does anyone remember "rasher" the guy who walked past our house, the kids on the road would shout rasher at him and run away, i don't know why they did that, i remember the "slop" man, as we called him, with the bucket for the pig food,he lived in one of those farms in the village.and then there was the guy who sold the coal,He was fighting in the Congo with the army and was shoot, word had it he got a lot of money for that so we were all in awe of him.
Nice little anecdotes......I remember the Orchard..we used to stop there on our way to the pictures for our 'eats'...which were apples and more apples...beats the buckets of popcorn....nachos etc you get these days!!!!! I don't remember those characters but I heard tell of Bang Bang....I am much younger than y'all of course!!!!!!
I remember bang bang and all those guys from the cave drawings drawings in the neighborhood.
It was a little black and white pamphlet thing on Crumlin Village of yore. I found it in 161 on my last visit. I am sure someone knows where to find one.
I remember ' Rasher' very well. He was a biggish man who obviously had some kind of respiratory illness. He had red veins running in a purple face and he would stop every few steps to rest on the railings. I don't know how he got around the way he did. All he did was wheeze.
Some of the children were very cruel to him and would call him names and torment him. They would also throw stones at him. I remember to this day how cruel those children were.
a horse on a road now thats what you never see ona road evry day.
a horse force is on its way.
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