Granda and Granny Walsh in Greystones: Anyone know who else is here?
This is a great photo to have in our possession. It is wonderful to see our grandparents when they were younger on both sides of the family. We only knew them as older people and we were missing certain dimensions of their lives. We forget that they were once vibrant beings who had to deal with very difficult circumstances and that our own parent were not the only ones who contributed to our being here. I hope we get more of these photos so we can all get a good perspective on the family as a whole. I have never seen this photo before and I have never seen Granny or Granda Walsh at this age. Granda Walsh was always someone who sat in a chair in the corner or had nails in his mouth while he was repairing shoes for the locals.
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address or postcode.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:
Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is my birthday, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope.. Please help me? Sincerely, Edna
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. A few days later, another letter came addressed to God and in the same hand. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office. Sincerely, Edna
This one is from Brendan so I suppose most of you have seen it already. This is for those who didn't.
This is an angel given Rita by Granda Waddell for her confirmation and she still treasures it.
Grandas Stick. Photos from Rita.
This is the 128th anniversary of his birthday. The world seemed to be a better place when he was around because we were just children and he was there. I agree with you Phil (see comment). For those of us lucky enough to be there when granda was around it is a pleasure to see these old photos and to relive those days of ' the hammer man ' and all of those Dessie jokes and ironing of five pound notes. We always looked forward to going to see him. One day he was explaining to me the difference between the 'heart' and the ' hearth' and every time he mentioned each word he would point to his heart or the hearth. He said that, although they sounded the same, they were really not the same thing. This was on one of those cold Dublin days when we would sit in front of the fire. He was sitting in his armchair beside the gramophone and I was sitting cross legged in front of the beautiful turf fire. I remember it as if it was yesterday. To a child it was a magical moment and the fact that I remember it so well after all this time shows the impression he made on me. That is how I learned what the 'hearth' is. It is not the same as the heart although it sounds the same. For those children who were not fortunate enough to know Granda Waddell and Peadair Walsh and all the aunts and uncles it is good to remember that one day their grandchildren will be asking questions about their parents, aunts and uncles.
In honour of his anniversary it would be nice to hear any anecdotes or stories about him from the fambly.
A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre. After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas. When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied,
'Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings.'
I had no Monet To buy Degas To make the Van Gogh.' See if you have De Gaulle to show this to someone else. I am showing it to you because I figured I had nothing Toulouse .
It has been great to see all of these long lost photos, and the great work Jim has done to restore them.. I do not know who has the originals of all of these photos, but I would like to get a really good scans of them to make printable photos. Would it be possible for them to journey over here this fall with Mam, and I will have them scanned , and then distribute the files to all who want them?
Just wanted to share these pics as they're such beautiful dogs ... they're 5 year old short haired german pointers (Molly and Jess) and I'm looking after them for a while. The pics were taken in Malahide Park in Dublin yesterday evening. Who wouldn't love these dogs eh??!!!!!
This must have been in the '70's. or early '80's. It was the first time in Paris for Mam, Phyllis and Anne. We had a great time even though the apartment was big enough for two people at the most. I think we saw every sight there was to be seen in paris during the few days they were there.