My attention was drawn to this wonderful photoblog by a post on Culch.ie today and I enjoyed the photos so much, I have added it to my blog roll and am sharing the site with you too. There are some wonderfully rich photos there, enjoy them all 🙂
Archive for August, 2009
Hard to have a conversation with her.
Remembering not to ask after the husband who went home to Australia almost a year ago to find them somewhere to live and a school for their youngest son.
Don’t ask how he is, maybe she hasn’t heard from him, no one knows.
Trying not to notice or look more than usual at the young son, spinning incessantly and shouting sporadically as a severely autistic boy does.
Trying to make polite conversation without mentioning how tired and drawn and exhausted she looks.
Trying not to laugh at the other two kids and their innocent curiosity “Mam, who is Daisy? Who is she Mam? Mam?!”
Trying to make polite conversation and a quick getaway.
Well a couple of weeks ago I was being surrounded by animals and animal stories, and the animal theme popped up again last week when I got the chance to go to Dublin Zoo to see the two new Sumatran tiger cubs there. Aww!
The as yet unnamed duo were born to mammy Sigra and daddy Kepala on 29 May last in Dublin Zoo, a male and a female fluffy pair of tiger cubs. On 29 July the family were put on display to the public for the first time.
Here’s a few photos of the little dotes and their parents, some good, some not so good!
You can see better photos on the official page on the Zoo’s website and also read a bit more about the endangered species family 🙂
You’d have to wonder what prompted it so late in life, but The Granny sought out her marriage cert and related documents recently in the Registrar of Births, Deaths and Marriages or wherever such ancient documents are kept nowadays.
It’s almost 60 years since she got married but a lot less years have passed since her marriage was unceremoniously ended, and even that preceded the untimely death of my grandfather about ten years later, alone in a bedsit in Bray.
The man behind the counter of whatever office she was in kindly offered to go fetch her documents for her. He came back several minutes later with her marriage certificate and her permission cert or whatever the proper name is for the signed cert from her parents allowing her to get married. This had to be signed by both her parents as she was under 21 when getting married, not unusual in 1949 I’m sure, she was a bride of just 19.
She was not very happy to discover that the priest’s name was filled in incorrectly-she knows his name as the priest in question was her uncle, my great grand uncle (I think?!) but they had left out one letter, rendering him with a different last name entirely. She asked to have it changed.
The name of her mother was also incorrect and she was much maligned that any future generations seeking to trace back their family history as she has done, would find she had been born to a mother called Elizabeth and married by a complete stranger called Fr. Horan when neither was the case. So she has asked for both to be changed.
I’d wonder what prompted her seeking out the documents but I have to remember that she entered the last year of her seventies last week, possibly age is playing on her mind. Getting things in order while she can, considering her next birthday will bring her to her eighties. Funny how these things happen, I still wouldn’t put her anywhere older than about 72 or 73 and there she is almost in her eighties! Hopefully those young-looking genes are ones that I’ve inherited 🙂