Archive (186 life histories found)

We got engaged on 24th August 1965 and celebrated with dinner in the Metropole restaurant. The Metropole was an entertainment complex with Ballroom, Restaurant and Cinema all under one roof. The engagement ring cost ԣ120.00, as small fortune in…

When I first met her Sheila was living in 'digs' in Mountjoy Street, very close to the City centre. She was working in Bailey Gibson on the South Circular Road. Later she moved to a flat in Stamer street on the South Circular Road. In none of these…

Dating was a complicated business in those days. In the first place the meeting place said a lot about the people involved. Country people or Culchies as they were known met at Nelson's Pillar or under the clock at Clery's department store. This was…

I had, until this period, no direct experience of the death of a close family member. At the age of seven my baby brother Brendan died, but we were protected by our parents from detailed knowledge of this tragic affair. Family lore has it that my…

Dating was a much more innocent affair in those days. No 'Good' girl would allow even the most chaste kiss on a first date and sex, a word which was not allowed in decent company, was reserved for after marriage. All the expenses in relation to the…

Arriving in Cathal Brugha Street for the first time we came into close contact with girls who were not related to us or from our immediate neighbourhood. The effect was astonishing. There was one of the cooks who hailed from the Aran Islands and as…

The metalwork teacher at one point told me that I should not plan on making my living out of metalwork. It's ironic that for many years in later life I made a good living out of making, selling and designing aluminium window systems. I often wonder…

Around this time a new street game gained popularity. Somebody discovered that if you mixed Sodium Chloride (at that time a common weed killer) and sugar and placed it in a lead pipe with both ends hammered shut, then built a small fire around it you…

My second experience in the canal was not so much a swim as a wading exercise. I was in North Strand Technical School. The journey from my house to the school took me along the banks of the canal from Jones Road to North Strand. One day in early…

Leaving primary school age was twelve and a half or thirteen years, some went on to secondary school, others went straight into the work force. Economic necessity in many families in the middle 1950s dictated that all who could, contributed to the…