They had little going for them in the academic field and almost invariably ended up as bottom of the class.
Some kindly women of The Meadow would store unwanted clothes in great bags for the Travelling Woman on her calls. Was she grateful? Well, selectively.
We had regular begging calls at home in The Meadow from the Tinkers – or gypsies or Travelling People – back in the 1950s.
Jack told the lady of how he had rescued the baby from the fairies and taken it home to his wife for safekeeping from them.
Jack Murphy lived in the townland of Leod, near Hilltown. You can see Fitzpatricks’ Quarry buildings rise up about a mile away to your left after you pass the Seven Sisters. That’s Leod.
As we stumble under a further blow, the suspension from ministry of yet another Catholic priest of the diocese, we wonder how long our faith might survive.
Where are our children and grandchildren to find role models ?
Here and there a living house doffed a plume of smoke to the new spirit of the morning. The pastures as yet were empty and the other fields still.
The mind’s eye sees it – the spirit of a spring morning – and the instinct senses it, quick as thought: a new presence which was not around the morning before, nor the night before – nor the day before.
The writers to whom he was most attracted at this early stage were Sean O Faolain (whom he always singled out as the best Irish short story writer), Liam O’Flaherty, Frank O’Connor, Peadar O’Donnell and Michael MacLaverty.