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  • EPISODE 449 IRISH STORIES GOING UNDERGROUND IN 1960

    EPISODE 449  IRISH PICTURES 1960…GOING UNDERGROUND

    alan skeoch
    oct. 2021
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    “Alan, would you like to see inside the old mine?”.  said Barne Dwan
    one afternoon as we had lunch on the cliff edge with the
    ruins of the Knockmahon Mine at our back.
    “Impossible, the mine was abandoned long
    ago in the 1870's.”
    “Easy to get inside … right beneath our feet is a hole.”
    “A hole?”
    “We can crawl inside…I've done it many times.”
    “A mine shaft…vertical?”
    “Nope, a hole …horizontal…think these holes were dug for ventilation.”
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    “Did you say “these holes”….more than one?”
    'There are a number of old entrances along these cliffs…some
    were even used as IRA hideouts in the Time of the Troubles..”
    “When can “we do it, Barney?'
    “how about this evening?
    The clifff face was about 200 to 300 feet high … a broken face kind of
    cliff.   It could be climbed.   About halfway up the cliff was a kind of ledge at the back was our first “hole”
    “I brought flashlights, matches, candle, hard hats….all we need.”
    “Why the candle?”
    “Just to check the air a few times…if the candle won't light or
    the candle goes out…we've got to get the hell out fast…no
    oxygen.”    (reminder of the Canary in the Coal Mine)
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    “Dark…black as the worst nightmare, Barney.  The hole
    looks so tiny.”
    “It will get worse, Alan.”
    “If the ceiling collapses who will ever find us?”
    “Our disappearance will become a mystery … just another
     of  the mysteries in Ireland.”
    “Sow down…looks like the passage ends here.”
    “Bit of a rocka fall…we can squeeze by on our stomachs Alan.”
    “Light the candle first…there…air seems fine..bit of a draft.”
    “Really tight to squeeze  through but seems to open up
    on the other side…flash light over the rock fall.”
    “We made it…we can now walk in  a crouch.”
    “The old miners were shorter people.”
    “What's that?”
    “:ladder pitched across a shaft..we have to use it to get across..”
    “Must be 100yersold, maybe rotten…we could fall down the shaft.”
    “We would not fa'll far…look down.”
    :Water…clear clear water…mine must have filled with 
    water.”
    “So we would not die…maye drown though…how could
    we scale the walls of the shaft.”
    “could be done.  Let's cross”
    “I think this is your ladder, Barney.”
    “Could be…could be.”
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    I do not remember how far we got.  I think we reached the
    maIn mne shaft but that could be my imagination.  What I
    do remember are the colours. Lots of green oxidised copper or
    and then great patches of bright pink that could have been
    cobalt bloom.  Just a guess.
    I remember that our trusty candle had no trouble
    stay
    ing lit so the air was good.   
    “OK, Barney, let's get out of here.  That rackfall 
    back there makes me a little queasy.  Maye squeezing out will
    be harder than squewzing in.
    Outside night was getting ready to fall but the sun
    still bravely shone.   Easy to breathe.
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    Nice night.  Great adventure.  Was that really Barney's ladder or
    was it one of the ladders used by the mners of 1870's who climbed
    up and down in the dark…down a hundred feet…maybe more and 
    hacked and exploded copper ore as they tunnelled under
    the ocean.  Brav?   No, wrong word.  Desperate is better.  
    In 1960 those old adits were adventures.  Today, in 2021,
    I am not sure I would be as brave.  Just suppose we fell off
    that ladder and died bobbing around in the shaft water.
    Or suppose my belt hooked on a loose piece of rock that
    triggered a small avalanche trapping us…smothering us.
    Perish the thoughts.
    That ladder?  Was it  Barney's?   Or was it left there by
    a miner long long ago?  Rotten…dry rot.  Take a close look.
    alan skeoch
    Irish stories
    Bunmahon, county Waterford
    Barney Dwan led the way.
  • EPISODE 447 IRISH STORIES: IRISH PANARAMAS

    EPISODE 447   IRISH STORIES   IRISH PANARAMAS

    alan skeoch
    oct. 2021
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    In  the summer of 1966 I returned to Ireland with my wife, Marjorie and my brother Eric.  We were all teachers by that time and I dearly waned to share Ireland wit those closest to me  We did not have much money
    Most of what we had was put into a car rental and b and b hotels.  We saved on food.  Our stead diet was  1) Bulmer's cider…big bottles with stone screw caps.  2) fresh bread wherever it could be found  3) large chunks
    of cheese.   Here in the pic above we are dining in a farm field…first class.
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    Ireland has lots of mountains for climbers.  Easy to climb.  Lots of sheep.  I am not too sure the water is drinkable due to the sheep but
    Marjorie tested it before Eric and I drank.
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    In 1960 John Hogan and I did a little mountain climbing.  We had
    an excuse as John was a geologist “looking for outcrop”
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    This is the Mahon River…not very big until it rains.
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  • EPISODE 446 GUINNESS BREWERY … USING HORSES IN 1960

    EPISODE 446    GUINNESS BREWERY … USING HORSES IN 1960

    alan skeoch
    oct. 2021
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    HORSES STILL HAULED WAGON LOADS OF GUINNESS THROUGH ST. JAMES
    GATE EVERY DUBLIN MORNING.  BARRELS AND BARRELS DESTINED FOR EVERY
    PUB IN  THE CITY.
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    One of The many things i learned in Ireland was how important dark
    black pints of Guinness stout was to the subculture of Ireland.  It took a little time
    but eventually a pint of Guinness became necessary in any deep discussion.
    On my 13 day stay in Dublin at the beginning of the Irish job I visited
    the Guiness brewery tour 3 times.  On one of these visits a Catholic priest
    explained he was opposed to drink and gave me his sample pint. Nice guy who
    must have been looking for something to do while in Dublin.  As I was.
    NOTE:  I Think my picture of those horses is a treasure…cannot find any
    others.
    alan
    Note:  these short episodes are part of my learning curve on gmail.  Excuse the errors.
  • Fwd: EPISODE 445 IRISH STORIES: I WAS A POOR PAYMASTER (I NOW REALIZE 61 YEARS TO LATE)


    Note:John Wardle…tell me if you get this episode


    EPISODE 445    IRISH SORIES:   I WAS A POOR PAYMASTER (I NOW REALIZE 61 YEARS LATER)

    alan skeoch
    Oct. 2021

    FRIDAY WAS PAYDAY IN THE SHACK BEHIND THE KENNEDY STORE…WITH FREE CIGARETTES

     Being a paymaster was quite a shock on the Irish job. I hired a lot of people and was told by someone that an Irish pound a day
    was the going wage for unskilled labour.  Seemed OK to the men.  As i now know the wage was
    ridiculously low.  The real wage in Ireland in 1960 was $1.25 per hour (U.S)…about 6 to 7 pounds per day.

    How did I not know?  IGNORANCE. I Used my own wage as a template.  I was being paid $400 a month…about $5 a day for skilled labour so the difference was
    not really that great but my wage included room and board.  Not  luxury living. 
    On bush jobs we worked 7 days a week, cooked
    our own meals and slept in tents (enveloped in clouds of blood sucking insects).

     The Irish job was five days a week.  Luxury.

     
    There seemed to be much unemployment in and around Bunmahon.
    So I tried to hire as many men as I could.  There was a need for a large crew.

    Three men doing Turam readings myself and Barney with console another man with lead coil 
    and cable with 100 foot spacing
    Two men to guard our grounding rods and motor
    Three to four men as linecutters
    Two men to patrol the base line and try to stop cattle from eating cable.


    I suppose Barney must have seemed unnecessary to our boss in Canada. Explanation… “I need Barney to help me over the stone
    and Gorse fence rows…and to watch for charging bulls or hungry boars.”  “I need him because it is impossible to run when in full
    Turam harness.”  Now who could believe that?  Barney’s role
    was also to protect me from tics as much as possible.  The cattle were infested with them making their noses look like
    pin cushions.   Where did they get the tics?  From the tall grass and scrub bushes in the fence rows.  Barney was also
    a buffer when confronted with angry farmers…many of whom wanted payment for damaged crops or stunned animals.
    I do not know if anyone made such payments.


    So these men earned their money.  I did not realize how small was their pay until I started to look at the cost of living and salaries
    in Ireland in 1960.   

    STATSTICS
    The average family income in the 1960’s was around $5,800. The tax rate back then was 20%, and minimum wage was $1.25/hour. Bacon – 79¢ per lb. Bananas – 10¢ per lb.

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    NO ONE ever said to me that they were underpaid.   High spirits prevailed as is easy to see in Kirwin’s pub  on a special evening.    In 1960 a pint of Guinness was around 20 pence…let’s say 50 cents Canadian.  A bottle of beer in Canada or USA was around 75 cents. 
    So our employees could afford to buy about 3 pints of guinness spending their full wage.
    To sweeten the wages I got in the habit of buying small packs of cigarettes and later chocolate.  About half of the population of Ireland smoked in 1960.   I did not know
    that a 25 cent pack of Wild Woodbine cigarettes was the cheapest of smokes.  The pack looks nice
    and no one refused/

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  • Fwd: EPISODE 444 IRISH STORIES: IRISH COTTAGES

    EPISODE 443 IRISH STORIES: IRISH COTTAGE

    Note to John Wardle, if email is received please respond, thank you.
    EPISODE 443   IRISH STORIES…IRISH COTTAGES (HOMES) 

    alan skeoch
    oct. 2021
    I wish I had taken pictures of many of the homes where our work force lived.  As I remember they
    used the term ‘cottage’ for their homes.  In Canada that has a different meaning.  Second homes. In Ireland in 1960 There was one
    cottage that stood out from others because the owner, perhaps his name was Mr. Casey, spent
    a lot of time pruning and painting to make the place look magnificent.

    Sad to say a lot of these small rural cottages on one acre lots were abandoned.  Or maybe it was just that I looked for signs of
    the past and tended to photograph empty, often roofless, places where people once lived.

    This home in Bunmahon was just abandoned and allowed to collapse.   Barney told me a story  about the former owners.  A story
    on the edge of my consciousness.   I think the family retained ownership and just moved on…let the house fall apart.   Ruins like this
    must have been common in the late 1870’s when the mine closed and the people (population was around 2,000 then)….Miners are
    nomadic.   The miners of Bunmahon moved west to the United States and Canada.

    This ancient bee hive home has withstood the ravages of time.   AT one time a monk may have lived here contemplating….just contemplating.
    What?   What would you think about  while sitting cross legged in a tiny stone house where you couldn’t stand?  Just sitting there alone.

    I am so glad I took this picture because it was so ’normal’ to me in 1960.   Homes that were whitewashed…very neat in most
    cases…with every inch of the acre of land being used.  Often with domestic animals.
    And ancient graveyards were often present.

    So many of the abandoned buildings looked like this…as if the rooves had been removed deliberately.  Seems to me I read somewhere that
    landlords forcibly removed those rooves to force indigent tenants to move on…i.e.  people who were not paying rent.   That happened
    in the Highland Clearances in Scotland when large landwoners wanted land for sheep and not for people.   The 1840’s were rough years
    made worse by the sudden failure of the potato crop across western Europe.