by
Vincent Carmody
All
of
Around
the 1860s, Lord Listowel renamed the street,
In the late 1920âs a wave of nationalism swept through the town and townsfolk started to rename the various streets, those in Lower William Street adopted Pearse Street and people in the upper side, choose Patrick Street, however, a necessary plebiscite did not take place, so officially the names of the street are, as they were, since Lord Listowelâs time. Some time in the 1980s the Urban Council put up new street wall plaques, in a move to address the street name problem, the new signage was cast with the street names both in Irish and English. In a clever move, the signs read,
Sr. and
Pharisaic (
Sr. and
Pharisaic Uacht (
A Listowel solution to a Listowel problem!
To
this day I do not know why
Having been born in 1944, my memory of the street would begin in my formative years of the 1950âs. Its greatest change is the demise of so many family businesses. An example of this are the number of public houses that were functioning at that time, I can count 25, there were even many more in the preceding years, nowadays there is just 11. I can recall 10 businesses now closed which were dependent on the sales of sweets, confectionery, minerals and groceries. I can count the closure of 8 drapery/shoe establishments, 3 printing works, 2 major hardware merchants, 2 harness making / leather merchant, 2 post offices and 3 butchers.
There
were a number of halls in the street, which were the source of entertainment,
St Patricks Temperance Hall, built in 1893, was used exclusively for the men of
the town, in olden timeâs members had their own brass and reed band, in 1895
they even had a team of their own in the Kerry County Senior Football Championship.
Sadly to say, having beaten Irremore in a first round replay, they drew Tralee
Mitchels in the next round, this game did not finish, owing to a fracas,
however at the subsequent
Walshâs
old Hall was situated where Fashion Figure is now situated; they ran regular
dances there from the 1920âs till the 1950âs, dances were held on both ground
and first floors. Vincent Walsh built his new hall, The Super Ballroom (now a
fitness centre, previously Morkans tiles) at the top end of
My first visit to a betting shop was in the very early â50s, the shop was in the front room of Mooreâs house at 9 Upper William Street, this room was leased from the Moore family by Jim Clarke of Ballybunion, a well known bookie of his day, his office manager was Paddy Kinlon from Ballybunion, my only visit to the office was to put a sixpenny piece bet for an elderly neighbour on some horse whose name was written on a piece of paper. Paddy, I recall, had a big jovial face, was sitting on a chair behind a big desk, similar that one would see in a solicitors office.
There was a betting shop at 39 Lower William Street, this was run by Georgie Gleasure, this office closed shortly after the 1958 Grand National, the race was won by a horse named Mr. What, he won at a starting price of 18/1, a strong tip for him had circulated the town the morning of the race and a lot of people backed him. Shortly afterwards Georgie retired from the racing game.
Alf
Hogan had a betting shop at
There
was a building located at the rear of St. Patrickâs Hall, this was built and
operated by a private company, the Listowel Electric Light and Power Co., Ltd.
They operated there until the end of the 1920s when they were taken over by the
newly formed E.S.B.; the building was vacated when the E.S.B. bought a house
and yard in
Also in this vicinity was the streets only forge. One day in the mid 1950s, while coming home from school at lunch time, some friends and myself came across the forge with its roof collapsed, a short time before, Val Moore had shod a horse, and brought him out to the back-way to be tied up, awaiting collection, suddenly, without warning the thatched roof collapsed inwards, the rafters and thatch were immediately set alight by the burning stove inside and caused a resulting inferno. To us young fellows it was the most exciting thing of our young lifeâs, however to Val Moore it must have been a heart breaking event, this forge had been run by generations of the Moore family of blacksmiths for well over 100 years and was listed in Griffithâs Valuation of the 1850âs.
The nearby creamery and railway station were other special destinations in our youth; apart from the fact, that they were of strategic importance to the business and farming community, to us, they were play locations, giving us endless hours of fun, recreating scenes and events which we would just have had witnessed, in gangster, cowboy or adventure film at the nearby Astor Cinema.
Even
though it was the one street,
It is worth recording here, the first verse, of Sean Asheâs wonderful poem of the 1935 final, which conjures the sense of excitement of these games,
âThe world and his wife were there to see the contest played,
The ploughman left his horses and the tradesman left his trade,
Excitement spread, like lightning flash through every house in town,
The night the Boroâ Rovers met in combat with the Gleannâ.
To an outsider or younger generation, it is hard to explain the excitement these matchâs served up, but I presume, it was of a simpler and less uncomplicated time, and we were in our youth.
Finally, I wish to congratulate all of the businessesâ
in
I would also like to place on record those businessesâ still in operation whose pioneering families believed, in our street and our town, a century and more ago.
OâConnorâs
(Mike the Pieâs)
Sheahanâs
bar,
Kennellyâs Cloth Hall,
Stack-McGrath,
Damian
Stack,
Browneâs,
J.J.
Galvin,
Corbett-McGillicuddy,
Joe Broderickâs,