On this Tuesday – 4th Oct.. 2022 – preceded by “Jimmy Reidy & Friends” with a wonderful programme with focus on a splendid Show featuring Friends from Showband Era at 8pm (the repeat of which one may hear after the Maureen Henry Show on Sunday night just after 10.30pm) we invite you to also tune into “Radio Treasures” this Tuesday from 9.10 to 11.30pm on Cork Music Station. Feel very welcome to contact the live programme by emailing corkmusicstation @gmail.com or texting 086 825 0074 – One may also WhatsApp that number. Tonight’s programme includes lots of uplifting songs, music, musings and requests….and lots of great Interviews. And we chat about the following selection of images relating to a wide variety of subjects – accessed from Millstreet Museum Pictorial Archives…. Two very special features tonight – 1. Chatting about Eily Buckley’s TG4 television appearance and hearing some of the soundtrack….2. Our second wonderful visit to Knockalocha Rambling House in the Kingdom of Kerry…and there’s more, much more! Happy listening! Tap on the images to enlarge. (S.R.)
Dia is mhuire diobh go leir a cairde and welcome to my weekly Report.
The AGM of our Community Council will be held tonight at 8.00 at the Adult Learning Centre. All welcome.
The sun is shining beautifully outside, just now, but I’m not going to hang out the washing, because the notice on my phone says that it will rain again in fifteen minutes. The wonders of modern technology has brought it to such a fine detail now, is that we can plan our movements to the letter. But oh, if only life Itself were so manageable and predictable. In our youth, we listened to our elders as they related their ways of letting them know what the weather was up to. Houses were not as well built as they are today. No such thing as central heating or insulation nor carpets or any soft furnishings, bare concrete and timber floors everywhere. As long as the door remained shut when you banged it, it didn’t matter if there was a gale blowing in at the sides, the same for the windows. If it kept out the hens or the cat and the likes, who were always lurking nearby in the hope that a morsel of food would be thrown to them, then it was alright. But of course the weather was all important and planning the farm work to either work with it or around it was a very frail balance. With nothing to go on but their wits, various people had different ways of guessing what the elements had in mind. When my stepmother, God rest her, came I suppose being new she was conscious of the various features in our home and the one thing that stands out in my mind is that she always knew when it was going to rain, because the floor in the hallway became damp and sticky for a few days beforehand and when the rain went away it dried up again. Coming from the creamery my dad would check to see if Jack Peter’s goats were gone out. Jack and his brother Pete lived in the cottage, at the end of our boreen. Pete was our cook and housekeeper until our dad married again. They kept two goats for milk. Tied together with a homemade devise, comprising of two bucket handles bent round to make a collar and a length of chain of about 18 inches to hold them together but with ample room to graze. This prevented them from wandering into the neighbours fields and flower gardens, so they grazed the long acre all their lives and came home to be milked every evening and when milked next morning they were free again to go or stay. To see them still in situ in late morning was a bad sign of the weather and my dad would know it was not going to be a day for hay. But if they were gone away up the hill, then the goat knew best and it was all hands on deck in the meadow. It’s a far cry from when at a meeting last Friday, nearing the end somebody asked about the weather outside and one member checked his phone and declared that the sun would shine in 20 minutes, and so it did.