My dear brothers & sisters , i am still going strong, watching this from the other side the world right now, life is easier here than the western hemesphire , plenty travelling people and no bother from anyone.🐎💰💰💰💰
This beautiful family, O'Brien's were reared very near to my family home in Dirreen Athea, Co. Limerick .(Blane cross). Their parents Tom and Mary were dedicated hard working people, and provided only the best for their children. She was a dedicated mother as all mothers on the road were, and raised her family with good standards and gave them every opportunity at education in Athea National School, and Abbeyfeale secondary school. My mother ran a country grocery shop, one of those older children would always arrive at some point each day for their daily provisions. Mary (their Mom) was an absolute Lady, and would come often to the shop for a larger weekly shop. She and my Mom were very good friends, and she always came in the kitchen for a chat and a cuppa. I remember when they decided to leave Dirreen , Mary told my Mom, that "Tom was getting itchy for the road". To the best of my knowledge they moved to Ardfert, Co. Kerry. I think they were not there very long when Tom got into poor health, they returned to Athea, and lived in a housing estate in the village. I dont recall how long Tom lived on there until his death, but to the best of my knowledge he is burried in Athea. After some time Mary learned to drive, and bought a car, she faithfully called to see my Mom at least twice a year. I cant exactly identify any of the children from the numbered photo, but from the other larger photos I can identify quiet a few of them . Bridget, Mary, and Doety ( and she was a doety little girl) were the oldest, Bridget being my own age. The first son is Thomas called after his Dad. Then there were twins, cant recall their names, but I am pretty sure Richard is one. There were two much younger girls, Rachel and Bernadette, my mother stood as Godmother to one of them. My mom cooked a roast turkey every year for them and brought it to them on Christmas morning. They appreciated it so much. Mary was a great cook, and the beautiful aroma of stews simmering in the pot on the stick fire would give you an appetite when my sisters and I were passing by on our way to the village and stopped for a while for a chat. Two big families at either end of that short little road that bounded Moyvane Co. Kerry. I have incredible memories of my childhood there, and I am sure the O'Brien family have the same. *The Good Old Times*
My wife remembered the Tinkers travelling through Carlow in the 50s fixing pans etc. many had the old caravans drawn by horses..very little traffic on the road…
I can remember them from when i was a kid on holidays on my grandmothers farm in carlow, I'm a Dub.. They came around fixing tin buckets. Lovely people ✌️☘️
They really were, how they watched out for each other, the older ones taking care of the smaller ones, and always playing their part helping at the family chores. They were as united and happy as any family I know, always a smile on their faces. You could sense the contentment when you were around them. Oh to have that simple life back again. We may not have everything we wanted, but we sure had everything we needed in abundance, a roof over our heads, good healthy food, a warm bed, and lots of true Love. 😊
Great photograph of a happy group of beautiful family/ people. We all have a duty to tell our stories of what we know of how the travelers and thinkers had to live a very hard life living on the edge of the road, under a canvas or hessian cover, on the wet and damp ground. It is true that some people did not treat the tinkers/travelers/ our people very well. Yes many did help a little, a little help for those people was a big help
I remember once away back in the 80's helping them a little. A woman had collapsed. I took her to the local hospital. This was in N. Ireland. The hospital actually refused to treat her. They had no money. The men were all away. I got them a bag of groceries. They were over joyed and very very grateful. They were a struggling people. They have my sympathy.
Remember them calling with my mother and father,they always helped did odd jobs,not one single gypsy or they were called tramps ,as kids were never slowed to call them tramps some came with pram’s with all their belongings,remember one that would refuse to leave his pram outside.never did anyone f them leave with a full belly and tea for later on.they were lovely people that hit hard times.wish they still come round I would treat them the same.happy memories.
The only ‘locution ‘ I ever got from God The Father was in a church in Altrincham, Manchester. I used to go there to daily Mass at one point. About 20 years or so ago I was there during a ‘traveller’s funeral. I had heard the deceased was a king of a clan. The church was packed and there was a class, horse drawn hearse with all the trimmings. There was a group of fine, tall lads and lassies decked out to the nines in black slacks and Snow White shirts. Some of the lads were sauntering in and out during the Mass - even during the Consecration and I thought to myself - “would somebody not teach them some respect”? It was at that point that I heard a thunderous voice in my head which said - “don’t you dare criticise! These are My people!” It then struck me that these travellers are a true, nomadic people and, as such, have a special, privileged place in God’s creation and are greatly protected by Him. Most of them will have experienced deprivation we couldn’t even imagine and they therefore share this suffering with Christ Jesus. Always resist any form of criticism of these people - internally and externally- or you’ll truly risk the rath of God. God bless to all
Tinkers/travellers have evolved. Not in a very nice way. Have memories of them doing work thinning turnips and spreading potatoes and of course repairing buckets. They were paid and fed. There was always a caution surrounding them because they would steal the cross off a donkeys back, but they wouldnt really steal the donkey. They fought among themselves and the women folk had to be rough/tough with tongues like fish wives because they were the the recipient of a few thumps. Modern travellers... Nah, They have developed a culture of bare knuckle, video call outs. Tarmac scams, drugs. Rubbish tipping, Have developed an untouchable attitude as result of the ethnic status, and are well able to set up situations for compensation There are very few "travellers". The country side is littered with their Macmansions and white vans. Certainly not the humble "Hiace" Nah, Different crowd altogether.
Indigenous Irish Clan's be more accurate label than "ethnic". Irish Travellers is one of many labels and if we go back its Irish Clan's and those on the other side of Elizabethen Conquest. It be easier too understand this once you understand that it's Settled mentality that is English and why they have difficulties understanding Irish history before 1600s. You have been colonising yourselves for 500 years and last 100 try do same to Irish people labeled Travellers by Settled mentality.
Didnt some DNA Professor figure out that there was a footprint in their DNA ? which indicated that something big happened to them. And he calculated it to exactly the time of Oliver Cromwell being in Ireland.
Or in the real world, a bunch of knackers that will rob your house before trying to sell you shite carpet or paint your drive black and call it tarmac. When they leave nothing but rubbish everywhere. Lets not forget every knacker wedding ever. Always fights and damaging the hotel but its never their fault.
Jack and Katie Faulkner wear my great grandparents lovely video and lovely old pictures 🇮🇪❤️
My dear brothers & sisters , i am still going strong, watching this from the other side the world right now, life is easier here than the western hemesphire , plenty travelling people and no bother from anyone.🐎💰💰💰💰
Enjoyed watching this very much and a great singer and song .
A tinkers lullaby
Pecked Dunne singing
This beautiful family, O'Brien's were reared very near to my family home in Dirreen Athea, Co. Limerick .(Blane cross). Their parents Tom and Mary were dedicated hard working people, and provided only the best for their children. She was a dedicated mother as all mothers on the road were, and raised her family with good standards and gave them every opportunity at education in Athea National School, and Abbeyfeale secondary school. My mother ran a country grocery shop, one of those older children would always arrive at some point each day for their daily provisions. Mary (their Mom) was an absolute Lady, and would come often to the shop for a larger weekly shop. She and my Mom were very good friends, and she always came in the kitchen for a chat and a cuppa. I remember when they decided to leave Dirreen , Mary told my Mom, that "Tom was getting itchy for the road". To the best of my knowledge they moved to Ardfert, Co. Kerry. I think they were not there very long when Tom got into poor health, they returned to Athea, and lived in a housing estate in the village. I dont recall how long Tom lived on there until his death, but to the best of my knowledge he is burried in Athea. After some time Mary learned to drive, and bought a car, she faithfully called to see my Mom at least twice a year. I cant exactly identify any of the children from the numbered photo, but from the other larger photos I can identify quiet a few of them . Bridget, Mary, and Doety ( and she was a doety little girl) were the oldest, Bridget being my own age. The first son is Thomas called after his Dad. Then there were twins, cant recall their names, but I am pretty sure Richard is one. There were two much younger girls, Rachel and Bernadette, my mother stood as Godmother to one of them. My mom cooked a roast turkey every year for them and brought it to them on Christmas morning. They appreciated it so much. Mary was a great cook, and the beautiful aroma of stews simmering in the pot on the stick fire would give you an appetite when my sisters and I were passing by on our way to the village and stopped for a while for a chat. Two big families at either end of that short little road that bounded Moyvane Co. Kerry. I have incredible memories of my childhood there, and I am sure the O'Brien family have the same. *The Good Old Times*
My wife remembered the Tinkers travelling through Carlow in the 50s fixing pans etc. many had the old caravans drawn by horses..very little traffic on the road…
I can remember them from when i was a kid on holidays on my grandmothers farm in carlow, I'm a Dub.. They came around fixing tin buckets. Lovely people ✌️☘️
My brothers and sisters for ever ill never leave my people
They look like a very nice and close family.
They really were, how they watched out for each other, the older ones taking care of the smaller ones, and always playing their part helping at the family chores. They were as united and happy as any family I know, always a smile on their faces. You could sense the contentment when you were around them. Oh to have that simple life back again. We may not have everything we wanted, but we sure had everything we needed in abundance, a roof over our heads, good healthy food, a warm bed, and lots of true Love. 😊
Families of 11 or more are rare nowadays in Ireland. How times and societal expectations have changed over just a few decades.
Great photograph of a happy group of beautiful family/ people. We all have a duty to tell our stories of what we know of how the travelers and thinkers had to live a very hard life living on the edge of the road, under a canvas or hessian cover, on the wet and damp ground. It is true that some people did not treat the tinkers/travelers/ our people very well. Yes many did help a little, a little help for those people was a big help
I remember once away back in the 80's helping them a little. A woman had collapsed. I took her to the local hospital. This was in N. Ireland. The hospital actually refused to treat her. They had no money. The men were all away. I got them a bag of groceries. They were over joyed and very very grateful. They were a struggling people. They have my sympathy.
Tom obrien
And he's wife Mary and son paddy
Now deceased has passed away now
Most of the family still lives in abbeyfeale co limerick
Great old photos
Tim, Thanks for information, makes upload more valuable.
Exelent, thanks for this information, yes it is a great photograph
@timhalphin5136 could you name all family please
Remember them calling with my mother and father,they always helped did odd jobs,not one single gypsy or they were called tramps ,as kids were never slowed to call them tramps some came with pram’s with all their belongings,remember one that would refuse to leave his pram outside.never did anyone f them leave with a full belly and tea for later on.they were lovely people that hit hard times.wish they still come round I would treat them the same.happy memories.
I love these people.
Thats my grandfather and grand mother in that picture
That is amazing Thomas looks like a very close family
The only ‘locution ‘ I ever got from God The Father was in a church in Altrincham, Manchester.
I used to go there to daily Mass at one point. About 20 years or so ago I was there during a ‘traveller’s funeral. I had heard the deceased was a king of a clan.
The church was packed and there was a class, horse drawn hearse with all the trimmings.
There was a group of fine, tall lads and lassies decked out to the nines in black slacks and Snow White shirts.
Some of the lads were sauntering in and out during the Mass - even during the Consecration and I thought to myself - “would somebody not teach them some respect”?
It was at that point that I heard a thunderous voice in my head which said - “don’t you dare criticise! These are My people!”
It then struck me that these travellers are a true, nomadic people and, as such, have a special, privileged place in God’s creation and are greatly protected by Him.
Most of them will have experienced deprivation we couldn’t even imagine and they therefore share this suffering with Christ Jesus.
Always resist any form of criticism of these people - internally and externally- or you’ll truly risk the rath of God.
God bless to all
Tinkers/travellers have evolved. Not in a very nice way. Have memories of them doing work thinning turnips and spreading potatoes and of course repairing buckets. They were paid and fed. There was always a caution surrounding them because they would steal the cross off a donkeys back, but they wouldnt really steal the donkey. They fought among themselves and the women folk had to be rough/tough with tongues like fish wives because they were the the recipient of a few thumps. Modern travellers... Nah, They have developed a culture of bare knuckle, video call outs. Tarmac scams, drugs. Rubbish tipping, Have developed an untouchable attitude as result of the ethnic status, and are well able to set up situations for compensation
There are very few "travellers". The country side is littered with their Macmansions and white vans. Certainly not the humble "Hiace"
Nah, Different crowd altogether.
AMO 💞 Eire 💪🏻 TARTAN 🌊’s…
Indigenous Irish Clan's be more accurate label than "ethnic". Irish Travellers is one of many labels and if we go back its Irish Clan's and those on the other side of Elizabethen Conquest. It be easier too understand this once you understand that it's Settled mentality that is English and why they have difficulties understanding Irish history before 1600s. You have been colonising yourselves for 500 years and last 100 try do same to Irish people labeled Travellers by Settled mentality.
What language are you trying to speak ?
A time gone bye...
My great grandfather John Mcdonagh from sligo was in the army and served in America
Didnt some DNA Professor figure out that there was a footprint in their DNA ? which indicated that something big happened to them. And he calculated it to exactly the time of Oliver Cromwell being in Ireland.
Nothing to be proud of from what I see.
Or in the real world, a bunch of knackers that will rob your house before trying to sell you shite carpet or paint your drive black and call it tarmac. When they leave nothing but rubbish everywhere. Lets not forget every knacker wedding ever. Always fights and damaging the hotel but its never their fault.
Jack and Katie Faulkner wear my great grandparents lovely video and lovely old pictures 🇮🇪❤️
Jack and Katie Faulkner wear my great grandparents lovely video and lovely old pictures 🇮🇪❤️