We played cricket with tennis racquets for bats and an
old car wheel for the wicket. We bowled a tennis ball underhand and loved to
hear the wheel "ting" when it was hit. We climbed nearby trees and
once built a substantial platform high up in a pine tree. We climbed up by the
trunk and branches and returned to earth by rope. I carry a scar inside my right
knee from those days caused by the ragged metal end of the shaft of a missing
bicycle pedal.
I stayed overnight in the Reillys on a few occasions
and can vividly remember the picture above the bed of an ocean liner at sea. As
I drifted into sleep it was as though I was being borne away to far-off exotic
places on the crests of deep blue ocean swells.
We explored the lanes and fields. We knew where the
plum trees were and how to get to them. We ventured into deserted and tumbled
down old buildings, looking for treasure which, we were sure, was somewhere to
be found. In the autumn we made water pistols from thick green bog reeds and
happily drenched each other, to the considerable chagrin of our mothers.
I recall some wonderful names - the "Grey Island",
a large field, and the "Dirty Hollow", a dip in the road just before
entering Crossmaglen, which was less than a mile from Reillys.
It was often late when we left for home and at a time
when there was no electricity in the rural areas the dark was stygian, relieved
only occasionally by flickering oil lamps and candles in isolated houses.
I remember clearly one stormy night of thunder and
lightning that started up as mother and I were still half a mile from home. The
lightning was splitting the sky and seemed now and then to strike the ground
only yards away while the thunder exploded around us like bombs. For split
seconds at a time the countryside for miles around would stand out stark and
clear before disappearing in a huge blast of sound. We were blinded and
deafened and I was convinced that we would never see home, and doubted if there
would even be a home left when we got there.
But God was good and saw us safely through.
… more later …