Thursday, December 14, 2017

Acting responsibly.

During break-time one of the Junior Infant girls fell while on yard . I was tending to her war wounds while trying to calm her flowing tears.

"Are you looking forward to your Nativity play?" I asked.
She nodded her response.
"What part are you playing?"
She thought for a moment and then answered.
"I'm pretending to be having a baby."

I really hope she has the role of Mary....or else the Infant teacher has a lot of explaining to do!

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

A Dying Breed

Been enjoying reading Baby Names of Ireland-Central Statistic Office.
It seems that in the year I was born there were 59 babies registered with the name Noeleen.
And I guess that the majority of them have their birthdays within the next two weeks!

Then I did a bit more research. There have been NO registered Noeleens in this country since 1997! Yep, there are no under 20 Noeleens in this country.
This is an outrage. So I'm going on a mission to bring the name back in favour.
 I'm appealing to all expectant mothers who are due before the end of this year.
You know what to call your little princess :)

Thursday, December 7, 2017

None of that Monkey Business!

We were having a very animated debate about zoos, in our classroom today. The kids were discussing the case last year where the gorilla Harambi was shot after a child had fallen into its enclosure, despite the fact that gorilla seemed to be protecting the child, not harming it.

One of my boys made the very valid point
"Imagine being a lifesaver and saving someone's life, and then being shot for it?"

Another lad added to the arguement
"Why did they shot the gorilla?
 Why not get a tranquilizer gun and just SEDUCE it?"

I nearly fell off my chair.
"Sedate!" I corrected him quickly. "The correct word is SEDATE!"

Saturday, November 25, 2017

What a talented little village to live in!

When I am asked the question
"Where are you from?"
and I answer with
I usually get the reply
"Oh do you mean Raheny, in Dublin?"
and I emphatically respond
"NO. I'm from Raharney, in Westmeath!"

You can't blame people for not knowing where it is. It's a small village, tucked away in east Westmeath and strangers would only stumbled across it on their way to somewhere else. With a population of a mere 227 residents you would be forgiven for thinking that  it never has or never will have a claim to fame.
You would be forgiven, but you'd still be wrong!

This week I picked up a copy of the Midlands Arts and Culture Magazine, seeing as my nephew Niall's painting features on the cover and there is a fabulous interview with him inside.

And I'm not just saying that because I'm biased, it really is fab!

In it he mentions the fact that he is living in Berlin but he hails from the small rural village of Raharney.

When I was finished reading the interview I flicked over the page, to find an article on The Academic, lauding their rise on the international music scene.

They are always cited as being from Mullingar but NO! Matt and Stephen are from Raharney. I remember teaching them drama in the Tennis Pavilion behind the Primary School. In fact they made their stage debut, Matt as Prince Charming and Stephen as Baby Bear in one of my shows.
So lads, I'm waiting for the royalties to roll in, or at least a mention when you win your first Grammy!

Finished with the magazine I turned on the tv and caught up with Ireland's Fittest Family, which this week saw the Core family power through to the next round of this gruelling challenge. And guess where they're from?
Yep, you're right....Raharney.

So I guess it's true what they say.
It's not about the quantity of your inhabitants, but rather the quality!
Come on the village!!!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Killed with kindness.

I have a Good Samaritan who comes from the nearby factory and mows my lawn. He's like a Gorilla in the Mist as I never actually see him. He sneaks in and does the deed while I am at school and I arrive home to a freshly cut lawn.

This week I am on midterm. I was passing my house coming from Kinnegad and heading straight to Raharney. I noticed that my lawn was mowed. A little further on I spied my knight in shining armour tutting along on his mower to the factory,
Brilliant! I have a chance to thank him!
I pulled up slowly beside him and rolled down the passenger window. It was very hard to be heard over the noise of the car and the ride-on mower. So i smiled and gave him the thumbs up. He smiled back and then his smile slowly turned to one of alarm.
I suddenly realised that I was veering in towards him and I almost ran him into the ditch!!!
So much for trying to show him my appreciation.
I can't imagine anything worse than knocking my hero off his steed...except for maybe, tipping your car against a cyclist, jumping out to make sure that he was all right....and realising that you have just knocked Ed Sheerin off his bike AND BREAKING BOTH HIS ARMS!!!

Talk yourself out of that one!

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

A little piece of Ga.

Barry was the first born grandchild. Because he couldn't pronounce "Grandad", our Dad became "Ga" and the name stuck.
Ga's hobby was the restoration of old cars. He would spend a few weeks tinkering over his lastest purchase in the shed. Then he would forget about it for another few weeks, thus undoing all his hard work.
Just before Dad died he was working on an Austin Vandan Plas. It then lay deteriorating in the shed for the next ten years.
Barry moved to London and whenever he returned home, he would go out and tinker with the car, just like Ga did.
Then this New Year Barry announced his engagement to Clare. Major excitement in the Lynam clan as it was to be the first family wedding in 8 years.
Soon after, Barry arranged for the Austin to be shipped over to London. He obviously wasn't overwhelmed with wedding plans because he got the car to pass its NCT test.
And the reason for all this work?
Barry wanted to use Ga's car for his wedding.
Fast forward to last weekend.
All the Lynams descended on London for the nuptials.
When we saw Ga's car driving around the corner we all welled up. Of course we felt sad because Ga couldn't be present. But  the car meant that there was a little piece of him there with us and he would have been so chuffed to see his car actually motoring!

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Still deeply missed.

I know this is a  repost but it's still as poignant today as it was two years ago.

It has been a week since the tragic accident that took Adam's life and it still doesn't make any sense.
Adam was my cousin's son and one of the nicest young men that I have ever met.

He certainly packed a lot of living into his short nineteen years of life. Much has been said of his sporting ability. He played for the Offaly minor football teams in 2013 and 2014, Tullamore rugby club and also represented Leinster and Ireland. I can still hear Jeanette tell us
"My son is playing rugby for Ireland".

What Irish mother wouldn't burst with pride to be able to say that?

To see his teammates stand shoulder to shoulder around Adam's grave last Wednesday would break anyone's heart. The 2000+ congregation who gathered in and outside the cemetery sang "Ireland's Call" as a tribute to a young star who was not permitted to reach his full potential. I, for one, will not be able to listen to the opening anthems of Ireland's remaining games in the  rugby World Cup as it will be too painful a reminder.

From listening to and reading the tributes that have been pouring in, it is obvious that this was only one aspect that made Adam such a wonderful human being. Phrases such as "cheeky grin" "always smiling" "helping hand" "made my world a better place" abound in bucketfuls.

Adam was training to be a teacher. From my many years of experience in this area I can honestly say that he would have been a fantastic teacher and enriched even more lives than he already has.

Last weekend Adam was home from college. He had given his Mam a voucher for dinner in her favourite restaurant for her birthday and in typical Adam fashion had told her and his Dad that he would drive them into Tullamore and more importantly collect them later. He then went off to help his neighbours on their farm. A split second  meant that he would not return.

No one deserves to die in tragic circumstances but I believe that some people deserve it less than others. I know its dreadfully wrong of me, but when I think that last weekend there were young fellas of Adam's age who went out doing drugs, drinking and driving, starting fights, mugging old people for extra cash yet they survived the weekend unscratched and will probably go out and do it again this weekend , I get very angry.
  I suppose that's one reason I could never be a god, I don't understand their reasoning.

But anger doesn't solve anything. There are no right words to say to comfort his family, as it was such a wrong thing to happen. I did find this anonymous poem as I went in search of something that would make any sense of this situation. It's the only thing that gave me the teeniest, tiniest sliver of comfort.

Young Life cut short

Do not judge a biography by its length,
Nor by the number of pages in it.
Judge it by the richness of its contents

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant

Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul

Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful

And when something has enriched your life
And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

So much for gender neutrality!

Today we were studying nouns and gender in English. I had a flashback to one of my very first year's teaching. 
I was setting an English summer test. The pupils had to give the feminine noun to go with the corresponding masculine one. For the last one I decided to make it difficult to really test my little 12 year olds
I put down bachelor and waited to see what answer I would get*. As I suspected, most were left blank.

Apart from Gerard who wrote down virgin opposite it....and then crossed it out! Bless him, I had to give him the mark, as he was in for enough disappointment in later years!!
*By the way, the correct answer is spinster!

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Student of life

After 32 years I am once again the proud owner of a student card! I am in Maynooth University studying for my post grad.
I can't wait to get my discount when I go shopping in Topshop and Miss Selfridges. So if you see me in a new wardrobe of cropped tops and ripped jeans I'm just trying to blend in with the young ones!

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Painting the town red

We went up to visit our aunt Peggy for Sunday dinner. We were admiring her newly painted hallway. As she is 84 years old, we were a little concerned about who actually painted it as she is the type of woman who would go about doing it herself, step ladder or no step ladder. We were relieved to hear that it was her neighbour who did it.

Then Peggy sheepishly admitted
"He asked me what type of paint I wanted?"
She replied
"Oh will you get that DUREX paint, it's the best."
When he had picked himself off the floor he replied
"Ah I don't think they stock that in Woodies!"

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Walk (or cycle) the Line

This morning I decided to give The Old Rail Trail a go. It's a cycle path running along the disused railway line from Mullingar to Athlone.
Now don't get too impressed. I went from Mullingar to Moate. Athlone is my ultimate goal!
It is a fabulous ride.
Oops that came out wrong.
There is no traffic to compete with and there are NO HILLS!!! Happy Days.
And I will reach Athlone, eventually!

The Long and Unwinding Road.

A bridge too far

The light at the end of the tunnel

Eh, what's that choo choo sound behind me???

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Superheroes come in all forms

Happy birthday to a truly inspirational woman, my sister Geraldine.
Firstly before I forget, there is NO WAY she looks 60 and all without the use of cosmetic surgery. You go girl!

Geraldine has always been the lynchpin of our family. She is the one we go to whenever we need some help or advice, be it legal or otherwise!

There’s no nice way to put this, but life has dealt her a very shitty hand, and if there is anyone who doesn’t deserve it, it’s her. Most people would give up if they had one of her conditions, never mind two. But not Geraldine.
Regardless of how she is feeling, she puts on her lipstick and heels....
Mammy’s voice: You shouldn’t be wearing those!
...and faces the world. You would forgive her if she did complain but I don’t think she knows how to.
Listening to people talking about her, the word that comes up most often is dignified and that’s exactly how she carries herself. 

Her birthday party last night was proof that is it not just her family that think that way about her but everyone who has ever met her. There were people there from her primary school days, secondary school and every job that she’s ever had. There were people there who had just flown in from holidays but the general consensus was that
“There is no way we could miss Geraldine’s party”.

So sis, I want to say that you’re my hero and role model and don’t forget


The Three Sisters

My abiding memory of Geography class in Primary school is reciting the rivers of Ireland. I was always fascinated by
"The three sisters...the Barrow, the Nore and the Suir".
Three very different and individual features that somehow ended up together by a freak of nature!

And I guess that sums us up....

Love ye lots xxx