Summer holidays from school then were for us –
Sitting in a field emblazoned with daisies and dandelions
Catching bumblebees in unwashed jam jars
(Never was PC – those were innocent times)
No T.V. then, just a crackly old battery operated radio.
Every day at 1:00pm before dinner was served
We’d all gather eagerly around the radio
Sit and listen with great intent to the *Kennedy’s of Castleross
Once that was over, with radio switched off
A plate of cabbage and hairy bacon would be laid out before us
There could be as many as 8 places set especially at harvest time
A saucepan of home grown spuds would then be turned out on the table.
Before taking knife and fork in hand
Granddad would cross himself, giving thanks say grace.
We all had a choice of fresh spring water
Drawn from the nearby well earlier that morning
Or if preferred a mug of fresh buttermilk to drink.
After dinner once all dishes were washed and put away
We would get a turn at the handle as granny churned the butter.
After that it was time to pulp turnips and feed the sow.
Every day was a new adventure.
Summer holidays always ended way too soon.
(c) Chris Black 2017.
*Irish serial drama broadcast on Radio Eireann from 1955 – 1973.