I only know Lilly and Jack in this photo. Can someone put the names with the numbers in the comments? I will put them here when I get them .
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7 comments:
What a fantastic photo!!!
busy day on the beach
This is a fantastic shot. I even remember those socks that Jack is wearing. He always wore those types of socks and shoes. They all look so great and so young. I liked jack a lot. He was the real Dubliner with the sideburns and the cigarette.
I worked with Jack for about nine months cleaning windows. I had neither great talent nor interest in cleaning windows and Jack knew that but kept me on anyway. Jack was an admirable man and a very hard worker. He would come home from the night shift and get a few hours sleep and then be out of the house by nine in the morning to go about cleaning windows. He prided himself on his honesty and told me that if he was ever inside a house and had no smokes that he would never touch any that may be lying around unattended. I liked Jack.
One instance of window cleaning stayed with me however.
It was a cold and really bitter day in one of the swankiest parts of Dublin. It was getting dark and we were on our last house. Jack did the top windows and I did the bottom ones. We had those old buckets made of aluminum that rattled like the dickens. We didn’t have time to get fresh warm water seeing as it was getting dark so quickly. I was really cold and fed up with all those windows and the cold water rolling down my sleeve every time I reached up with the wet cloth to the top window.
This was a special window cleaner’s cloth and it was called ‘scrim’, it is the only thing I learned from my window cleaning days. If I ever come across it in a crossword puzzle then it will all have been worth it.
Anyway, in the failing Dublin winter daylight I stepped up on the ladder rung by rung until I my head was level with the sill. I looked in the window and there was a huge turf fire giving off that beautiful orange glow as only Dublin fires can. The surrounding sofas and divans and coffee table were bathed in this magical warmth. I felt even colder.
The glow didn’t fill the room but left the outer areas in half shadow, emphasizing the warmth of the fire. Then I looked down at the fire and saw this huge cat, not unlike Peggy’s marmalade, in full stretching mode in front of the flickering flames. Suddenly the water felt wetter and the cold felt colder.
That was when I decided to finish my window cleaning career.
Aunt Lily was my favorite aunt, i loved her, when i was younger i used to go down to see her and we had great chats, i went to stay with her and Jack when they lived in Drimagh (Slievemanon Road) i past by that house every day so i think about aunt Lily every day.
Uncle jack was great, a real family man and funny, you'd see every day passing by briskly with his ladder attached to his bike and he would give you a wave.he loved his family and was very good with his grand children,as he got older you'd see him running round to Mooneys for the last pint. Sue looks very like him. That is my memories of Aunt Lily and Uncle Jack.xx.
I second all that Phyllis. Lily had a huge laugh and always seemed to be in good humor. She had a deep voice and seemed tomboyish. They were a perfect match, Uncle Jack sitting quietly in the corner with his pint and Lily as large as life. They were probably the favorites with us from Dad's side of the fambly.
It's sad to think of all those times that are gone and never coming back. Had we known we would have appreciated them a lot more.
That's a very nice story Jim and well told......yes Jack and lily were great and because they lived on the same street we came across them a lot and our cousins too....lots of memories...and that photo also reminds us of what summers used to be like all those years ago....also long gone!!
Yes, Eileen, your right, I dont think we will ever see a beach so packed with people now, and such glorious sunshine! a great photo that empitimises all our childhood memories...Jack and Lily were my favourites too, lily had a great laugh, she used to throw her head back and laugh out loud! great memories, and don't all the kids look as brown as berries! them were the days alright!
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