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May those who love us, love us
And those that don't, love us
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn't, may he turn their ankles
So we'll know them by their limping.

Candles in the Window
A book from orally recorded reminiscences

Shortly after the production of "Time Tales", an intergenerational project, I was asked to spend some time with patients and attenders of the Daycare centre attached to St Joseph's hospital in Longford. It was just before Christmas so it seemed a good idea to collect Christmas memories. All the reminiscences were collected orally and recorded on mini-disc.
The reminiscences were formatted, by myself, into a book and presented to the centre.

A couple of extracts
I remember my mother cooking over the hob and the open fire. There was a fireplace and a hob on both sides She'd put the cake in one and the dinner in the other. There was a metal skillet for making the stir-about. There was the oven for making the bread and she made the plum pudding in a big pot; a big, big pot and she'd make the plum pudding in that. The can would be sitting down into that and she'd fill it full of water. The pot was on a crane. You could pull it over and pull it back and any way you liked to put it. I still have the crane outside of my front door. I have my mother's crane outside my front door and I have a kettle and a pot hanging on it.
They were all metal, these containers.
St Stephen's day was a wonderful day in Ireland;
Oh, it used to be. That was the day of the Wren Boys; music, and everything.Oh it was lovely. That was a good day.
There wasn't much cooking that day.
No nothing
You hadn't time to eat it.
You could dress up. You don't want anyone to know you.
You could go out on the road, have a little song, pretend you're carrying the little robin. You know, sing, and they won't know you. You don't go to a house that will know you. But when you are dressed in a man's suit you have to be very careful because, you know….