Day 97 #100DaysOfOldDays
For years there was only one phone box in Bailieborough; on the Main Street outside the Post Office. I have many memories of standing outside it with Mam waiting to make a phone call. She would sigh when the person inside would load more coins into the slot.
Mam’s calls were short and to the point. They were seldom calls of long conversations with friends. They were calls of necessity!
This photo was taken in Westport.
I remember back to the days when she had to ask the operator to put her through. There was no dial on the telephone. There was a winder and a slot for the money. Similar to this one in the picture.
It was maybe in the early 70’s that the telephones changed from having to deal with an operator, to the ‘dial-it-yourself’ method. The telephone now had a dial and all you had to was dial the phone number, when Bridie answered on the other side, you put your money in and you were through. The longer you wanted to chat with Bridie, the more money you had to feed into the slot!
In every phone box there was a phone book. Bridie’s number was in it along with everyone else’s in the country – except those who kept their number private.
If it was a thing that the local hooligans had vandalised the phone book, you’d call the operator and give her Bridie’s name and address and and she’d put you through – or give you Bridie’s number so you could self-dial.
To meet the growing need for a public phone, a new telefón box was installed in town; on the Cavan road beside the Model School. It was bit more private than the one in town. Not so many people around to earwig on private conversations.
Using the public phone box wasn’t always straightforward. Sometimes you might be told by some bossy biddy blocking the door, that you can’t make a call because she was waiting for a call. She wouldn’t let anyone into the phone box until she got her ‘important’ call. Mmm…
I loved the dial phone and when they went all posh with the push buttons it wasn’t the same experience! Now they’re all touch screen phones. Sigh!
A lot of the old phone boxes these days are now fitted with defibrillators. I think it’s a fantastic idea!
Lucy’s drawing today; the payphone!
Day 96 #100DaysOfOldDays
After glorifying Impulse body spray yesterday, I couldn’t ignore our favourite 80’s perfumes.
The first bottle of perfume I got as a present was L’Air du Temps by Nina Ricci Paris (1982). My aunt gave it to me one Christmas and I felt all feminine. I no longer wanted to play Turn the Terrible Tank with my brother. I loved the bottle more than the perfume. It was an ornament on my dressing table for years.
I couldn’t afford expensive perfume in the 80’s. Any expensive ones I had were usually given to me as presents.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t get cheap perfume given to me too. I remember the wee bottle of Panache and Tramp, nicely wrapped under the Christmas tree. Panache was my favourite. Still available to buy via Amazon I see! I wonder if I’d still like it as much as I used to!
I’m watching these perfume adverts on YouTube and it seems like yesterday when they were on television.
“She’s wearing Tramp and everybody loves her. Shouldn’t you wear it too!”
“Whoever you are and whoever you’re with, Tweed says just what you want it to say.“
There was Lace and Pink Lace by Yardley. This advert had a very romantic vibe to it.
The advert for Just Musk was very seductive indeed…although they did say at the end…
“Shouldn’t be allowed.”
Well, this housewife has been good and she’s been sweet but now she’s ready for an “Aviance” night. And judging by the face on her man, he’s going to help her! (I think I feel a hot flush coming on!)
Aviance Night by Prince Matchabelli.
Le Jardin de Max Factor featuring a young and beautiful Jane Seymour, was more of a sweet romantic advert with a subtle hint of seductiveness.
“If you want romance to come on strong, you have to come on soft.”
Poison (1985) was among some of the more expensive perfumes that were very popular in the 80’s. It was not a favourite of mine. It was too strong and heady for me, but that’s when I was a teenager. My nose may have changed since then!
This advert for Poison is different than the others. You could read it in several ways. Non-feminine? A message of strength? Animalistic properties?
I found one perfume advert that’s not geared towards hooking the man of your dreams. It’s a little bit flirty but more about the woman wearing perfume because she likes it!
In the early 90’s I had Chanel No.5 and I have to say, it’s still one of my favourites! This Chanel No. 5 advert is from 1965.
“Is it any wonder every woman alive wants Chanel No. 5. Tempt her with Chanel, and let yourself be caught by the spell.”
Have perfume adverts really changed that much over the years?
Here’s Lucy’s drawing today. Poison.
Day 93 #100DaysOfOldDays
This handsome young man is my grandfather – my mother’s father.
He was one of thousands of young Irish men who joined the British Army during World War II. He served with the Royal Pioneer Corps.
In 1942 he was shot and sent home an injured man. After being vindictively branded a coward, he returned to his station in the Netherlands.
Although the war ended in September, the Pioneer Corps continued their engineering duties rebuilding bridges and the like. On December 18th 1945 my grandfather was shot and killed by a sniper who hadn’t realised the war had ended.
Today’s artwork is by my brother Terry. Obviously this is who Lucy has inherited her artistic genes from!
Day 94 #100DaysOfOldDays
Photo Challenge by Of Maria Antonia. Choose a prompt from Maria’s list. Today I’ve chosen Black & White.
This is a mural of Englishman Jack Charlton on Ridgepool Road in Ballina, Co Mayo. Jack was a keen fisherman and often fished for salmon on the banks of the River Moy.
Jack Charlton has a very special place in the hearts of the Irish. When he led the Republic of Ireland football team to their first World Cup final in 1990, almost every human being in the country went football crazy. They had the attention and the support of people who weren’t even that much into football.
It was a month like no other! Pubs overflowed with people gathering to watch the games. Some business’s closed early to let their employees off home – others who couldn’t close had big screens up so no one would miss out on a match.
Italia ’90 lifted the spirits of the Irish people. We gathered, we sang, we laughed and we prayed – and all the grannies in the country lit candles for Jack and his team.
The buzz and excitement that we experienced at home, made us less envious of those who were lucky enough to make it to Italy for the finals.
Even though we were disappointed when we lost to the Italian team in the quarter-finals, we remained proud. Half a million people gathered in the streets of Dublin to welcome them home, myself included!
The song, Put ’em Under Pressure nearly caused an earthquake on our wee island several times during Italia ’90. It still gives me happy goose bumps!
Day 95 #100DaysOfOldDays
In the 80’s I couldn’t afford to buy expensive perfume, but I could afford Impulse body spray!
We all owned one or two cans of it. And when a new fragrance came out, we’d have to buy it immediately.
They smelled fantastic, they were handy and completely affordable. The only problem was, they didn’t last very long because we used to douse ourselves in it.
Impulse wasn’t just for wearing on a night out, it was for every day. School, Mass, walking round town. Every day was Impulse day!
The earliest ones we had were Always Alluring, Delightfully Daring, Instantly Innocent, Mysterious Musk, Possible Playful, and Suddenly Sassy. In 1986, three new scents came out; Elation, Electric Musk, and Temptation.
“When a man you’ve never met before suddenly gives you flowers, that’s impulse!”
Did you get those flowers? Well, I didn’t!
Impulse is still on the go, but some of the original fragrances from the 80’s are no longer available.
Can anyone name these three originals? My favourite was the pink one! Was it called Gypsy?
Was the gold one called Hint of Musk or Mysterious Musk? And the black one was something exotic…?
Look at how much Walmart was selling Always Alluring for. No longer available – so someone has more money than sense!
Day 92 #100DaysOfOldDays
I found this photo in my pile and decided to talk about the ‘beauty board’ – among other things. It’s a very thin board that people stuck to their walls in the 70’s. I’m assuming it was called beauty board because it was beautiful!
There’s a lot to talk about in this typically 70’s photo. “Less is more” was not the mantra we lived by.
The sideboard is the same colour as the beauty board…intentionally I’m sure. I wouldn’t be surprised if that sideboard is covered with contact. It was probably a cream colour before the beauty board went up.
I think most people owned a sideboard back then. I’ve no idea what we stored in ours. Knowing my mam it was cups and glasses one week, tins of food the following week. It may have been full of toys another time. Nothing ever stayed in the same place for long in our house. The furniture got moved around so much, it was like living in a different house every month.
Look at our big telly from Kellett’s Rental! And that’s the remote control sitting on the floor…wearing the red jumper!
It’s my guess that the television unit once had doors on it, but Mam likely thought it was handier without them. It’s possible that she screwed them back in place a week after this photo was taken because it wasn’t better without them after all!
Zooming in, we have the big red record player with our radio cassette player sitting on top of it. That’s Elvis pinned to the beauty board!
I think the two matching vases once belonged to my great-grandmother. They were indeed beautiful vases back then. And they were great for holding trinkets and junk.
I’d swear that’s a mini pushbutton ashtray sitting in front of the vase on the left. My parent’s never smoked so the ashtray would’ve been for visitors.
The thing in the middle – it’s hard to see because it’s camouflaged against the beauty board – is a jar that’s decorated with seashells. There was a lot of them littered around the house. Go here if you’d like to see one of mam’s homemade seashell lamps.
We can’t leave without talking about Jacko the monkey sitting on the couch. Anyone who owned a ‘Jacko’ in the 70’s was totally made up. He was the king of all stuffed toys! Although, I’ve heard malicious rumours in the past suggesting that some children were afraid of him. I don’t believe it!
I remember the day as if it was yesterday, when that wee lad in the red jumper (the TV remote), took into a mad frenzy one evening after watching Planet of the Apes. He leapt from the table to the couch, landed on top of Jacko, and stabbed him several times with a fork. We were all horrified as the stuffing bled from Jacko’s chest. He got into fierce trouble that day – rightly so!
Mam sewed up poor Jacko with her darning needle and industrial thread (she used to sew shoes for Earl’s shoe factory). But Jacko was never the same after. He deteriorated down through the years and eventually went to Monkey Heaven!
Day 91 #100DaysOfOldDays
The kitchen dresser has been around for hundreds of years and is one of the most iconic pieces of kitchen furniture.
The styles have changed a little over the years, with some dressers built into fitted kitchens, some are large and robust, but all still charming and practical.
There’s something about the old style dresser that gives a feeling of nostalgia and comfort – like this red one from one of the houses in the Kerry Bog Village in Glenbeigh, Co Kerry. I think the mismatched crockery makes it even more appealing.
This photo (below) is of an old pine dresser I owned years ago. I painted it duck egg blue – along with half the furniture in my house. I later gave it to a family friend, Bonnie, who painted it a different shade of blue.
This dresser (below) belongs to my mam. Another case of duck egg blue mania. I think it was Mexican pine before this.
Here’s Lucy’s drawing of an old dresser.
These ‘freestanding kitchens’ were similar to the dresser, although not as decorative. They were used more as a larder and a little worktop. I remember seeing a lot of these when I was a child.
I had to share this next one I found on Pinterest. It’s gorgeous! Some people have such creative imaginations.
This makes me want to buy an old dresser and dust off my paint brushes!
Day 90 #100DaysOfOldDays
Rosserk friary was founded around 1460 by a member of the Joyce family for the friars of the Third Order of St Francis.
The Third Order of the Society of St. Francis is an Anglican/Episcopal religious order for people of all kinds—single and in committed relationships, lay and ordained—who live by Franciscan principles “in the world.”
This late Irish Gothic style building is situated on the banks of the River Moy – on the north side of Ballina and on the west side of Killala Bay. It is one of the finest reserved ruins in Co Mayo and one of the finest preserved Franciscan Friary ruins in Ireland.
The kitchen, dormitory and refectory were on the upper floor. The photo below shows one side of two back to back fireplaces.
On the right pillar of the piscina (below) is a unique carving of a round tower and two angels.
Lucy’s drawing of the steps leading to the bell tower.
Rosserk Friary is accessible to the public.