i was born in Fredrick St. in Dublin in1946 over Waltons Music Shop. I served my time as a brassfinisher in Queen St. I worked there with a fella called Tommy Dunne.He lived in Henritta ST. I'm 74 now and live in london. Still go back to Dublin.
My dad was the late Ray Brady he grew up in the cottages ascross from St Lawerance OTool Church where he went to school. .Now long gone .He was a great story teller of the old Dublin.I remember Christmas visiting my grandmother and on in to the flats to visit my dad's sister flat. Lilly Farelly, and Boxer Jemmy Farelly rip along with their 7 children. We would have the best sing song.Some of her family still live there in Sherrif Street to day. Salt of the earth through a tough life. Thank you for sharing the wonderful memories.
I just love Dublin the people and our accent the more common the better. You never think at the time a photo is worth a lot of memories in 30years time witch comes very fast
It's good to hear some of the people acknowledge that this was real poverty back then. So often nostalgia bias makes people think everything was better back then.
Born in ballyer lived in summer hill in late 70s and in Oliver bond such good times good friends and great people I will always remember the the great kindness of people in such hard times there was a strong community of people in all these areas
That was Great to hear those Dub accents from over here in London, I would Love to be back there but like many I do not have the Shillings ! My Mother had thirteen of us , Three children in a one room Tenement before She got a house in Crumlin from the Corpo, She struggled Hard but so did Everyone else in Dublin.
My granny and grandad reared there kids in corporation buildings Dublin north inner city, my mother Mary brogan was born and reared there, left Dublin in 1960. And moved 2 Birmingham, had 6 kids in England, she passed away on 14 th march 2020, aged 81she never forget where she came from , proud Dubliner, R.I.P, Mary BROGAN, my ma xxxx
I was born in an old tenements in number twelve Summerhill. We lived for a time in nineteen and used to slide down the stairs on a bit of cardboard. In the winter you could slide from the Diamond bar over to Mary's mansions. Lot of happy memories
Your Ma Tony was a Hero, One of many who struggled through shocking poverty stricken days, God Bless her sweet soul, and the souls of All those Wonderful Women of Ireland. They are now the Rich in Heaven today Tony I have no doubt about that, R.I.P. to All who had to suffer such misery XXXXX
My mam was born and raised in fitzgibbon st..one story of hers about growing up there was about a big bang they heard one morning.. turns out the back had fallen off one part of the building ..
I grew up.in ballymun from 79-86 have 3, older brothers & Mam and dad. My mam said everyone was equal regarding food, coal, fruit etc. They all shared & that's how it was.. now, nahhhhh! I wouldn't ask anybody for nothing..
My Great grandad lived in this area. James mc Cormack was shot on holy Thursday 1916. He looked out the window to see the British army coming from Amien St train stationheading toward the GPO. He lived and died in the corporation buildings and was put in a mass grave in Glasnevin cemetery. No markings nothing. Dublin is steeped in history. But it's being eroded year on year.
My Great Great Grandfather Pat Flaherty and his second wife would have been, along with many, some of the original tenants of the Corporation Buildings. They had previously lived at 10 Commons Street.
Oral history and local folklore is VITAL for any community and a project such as this can be inestimable in value. What always concerns me, however, is that reminiscence is always done through rose-tinted glasses. Focusing on only "the good old days" aspect of community history invariably overlooks the tremendous suffering that communities endured (I'm not singling Dublin out, it's true of most if not all large communities and cities). That being said, this is another important piece of work to maintain local culture and tradition.
Lots of people were poor then, but they mostly went to mass on Sunday, which kept them sweet and kind natured.,and they got on well together.,and looked out for each other.
You should talk to my Dad. He's 89, born and bred in Ballybough, mind still sharp as a razor. He remembers being carried by grandad near Ballybough bridge at Summerhill when the Nazis dropped a landmine at The 5 Lamps, and grandad was blown off his feet. The front of the houses on his street had been blown off, and one woman had been killed, the masonry that hit her cleaning removing her breasts according to grandad. Years and years later, there were still piles of bomb rubble around. As kids, they helped a man who was sorting bricks to be reused. One of his pals for a laugh put the odd broken brick into the barrow. The man told him to be more careful. He put another one in, and without saying anything, this man punched the 10 year friend full in the face and laid him out. You didn't get a second warning in those days. He remembers playing football on Ballybough Road during the war as there no cars ( there was no petrol, so grandad had stored there car for the duration up on blocks ). They saw the RAF plane in difficulty fly down Ballybough Road towards Fairview (still unreclaimed I think in those days), knocking down the chimney pots as it struggled to stay aloft. The next day, the plane was dismantled into fuselage and wings, put on trucks, and mysteriously found its way across the border I believe to rejoin the war effort (even though as a neurtral country, it should have been impounded).
My father was born in foley street in 1946 James ward his mother Annie nee Murphy ward raised seven kids after her husband died in 46.the priest came the morning after the funeral for the three youngest she ran them from the door she was so strong to a little boy now a man telling stories of summer hill she passed in 1991
St.pat there were probably very few that had anything of great value,just to add to the point I made ,the doors were also left open owing to the fact there probably was only one key and ten plus coming and going and they could'nt afford to cut them!!!
This talk of the good old days is sickening. Born on Sir John Rogersons Quay in 1950, the povert was schooling. The place was a slum. I was lucky, the old man had his own pub. Down the road 3 families lived in an old Georgian house. The ground floor was a cafe, a family lived on the 1st floor and so on to the third. They shared one bathroom and two toilets. The violence was shocking and the fucking clergy ran the country with an iron fist. So don't give me that crap about the " rare old times"!
Hi Liam. Tis Lou, remember the Curragh? The Bush pub? Well on to have 3 boys, separated divorced. He married again. I have been living in Co.Mayo last 21yrs. I reared and supported 3 lads all doing well. How did things work out for you? I have often wondered. Wish you and yours well, Love Lou x
I remember so many times working with the kids in Sheriff street. Loved those children. Got to know their parents also. Had reason to meet one of them recently on a bus in Dublin city. We really had such great rapur and laughed so much together remembering days in Sherrif St.
As a young Garda based in Pearse Street 40 years ago I always remember Kelly’s pub on Sir John Rogerson’s Quay as a well run house in a shamefully run down area. Passed it by many times on the beat and in the squad car. Never went in though. Never had to. Same with the others up along the road, the Eight Bells and The Dockers. All gone now as far as I know. Always would have loved a late pint in Kelly’s but there were other watering holes further up the town where the staff would call for a bit of help sometimes when we were on nights. These places always reminded me of other local shops like Larkin’s and The Bunch of Grapes on Clanbrassil Street, where my late father would have had a few pints when I was growing up in the 1960’s...
No where near as bad yiz pulled your fuel and heat out of the ground , city folk had to beg borrow and steel to get by. You soup takers had it handler for sure , a reward for taking the soup I suppose
My grandad used to breed chickens on the roof of sheriff street flats. Country folk had it tough for sure aswell, buy 10 year olds collecting / robbing pallets all day for fire wood, One tough place during the toughest of times!
I'm from the markets area. My family sold fruit and veg and fish in Moore St. Other's worked in the markets some on the docks. We had a huge family my nanny had 15 children they in turn had from 7 to 10. Hard time's and being soft didn't bode well. I'm a 60s baby. First up best dressed type of thing. They were mostly rough ard tough bad old day's. Violence was expected from children up. That was normal because we grew up watching it and feeling it. Those days there was abuse of every kind, sexual up there with the violence ✊☘️
Those flats and georgian buildings should have been refurbished as many were replaced by surburban style housing now we have in 2019 the worst housing crisis in Dublins history but if you elect wankers this is what happens
who else can you elect we only have 2 parties big enough to control government and anytime labour get a chance they sell the people out , myself i choose not to vote if no one represents me
Everybody left there doors open because there was fuck all to take-am not been snide saying this but it's true,if anything they might have left seen how poor everybody was back then-they call them the good old days-probably but I don't think so,it was just the times and ten plus children owing to the Catholic Churche's ethos,breeding them for export
That's not true I grew up in Dublin North and South inner city in the 70s .we left our doors open and shared with our neighbors . It was when the Heroin took hold in the 80s that's when people started locking their doors.
@@stpatricksghost have seen a few other documentaries that said the same thing. One crime gang introduced heroin into Dublin. The inner city communities were changed over night and never recovered
@@mrewren It was crazy looking at some of my friends . We always respected our elders and helped them out as soon as that Devil's poison hit the street our communities were destroyed .
ItsDublin people talking about Dublin people and the fond memories they have for it there not going to write about cork or mayo that's for them people and there memories they know about the people around them and how it was back then ,I hope they do ,they should.i live in Dublin as a kid the family would head over to mayo just outside Westport for a week in the summer that was the late 60s to mid 70s we have photos of it back then I have really good memories of it now today we still go same place but just up the road ,what i mean is you have to have memories of a place to write about it or it's not the same
you could leave your door open and it was safer back then this women said but she doesnt talk about how sexual abuse was was happening all over ireland at this point
Am polish from silesia, liveing here in Dublin 18years.,,i can say am lucky bastard 🍀💯
Worked the 80s there: Dubs are great people: witty, cultured, hospitable.
i was born in Fredrick St. in Dublin in1946 over Waltons Music Shop. I served my time as a brassfinisher in Queen St. I worked there with a fella called Tommy Dunne.He lived in Henritta ST. I'm 74 now and live in london. Still go back to Dublin.
Waltons Amazing Did you become a musician? Glad you like the film. Sé
My dad was the late Ray Brady he grew up in the cottages ascross from St Lawerance OTool Church where he went to school. .Now long gone .He was a great story teller of the old Dublin.I remember Christmas visiting my grandmother and on in to the flats to visit my dad's sister flat. Lilly Farelly, and Boxer Jemmy Farelly rip along with their 7 children. We would have the best sing song.Some of her family still live there in Sherrif Street to day. Salt of the earth through a tough life.
Thank you for sharing the wonderful memories.
Thanks for recording our oral history and stories. It's so important in this age of globalization/modernization, where all this stuff is being lost.
I just love Dublin the people and our accent the more common the better. You never think at the time a photo is worth a lot of memories in 30years time witch comes very fast
It's good to hear some of the people acknowledge that this was real poverty back then. So often nostalgia bias makes people think everything was better back then.
So many personal memories...maybe not as romantic as those portrayed here...but memories none the less...for that I thank you.
You’ve done a good thing recording these book .Great treasures
Born in ballyer lived in summer hill in late 70s and in Oliver bond such good times good friends and great people I will always remember the the great kindness of people in such hard times there was a strong community of people in all these areas
We must not forget this time in Irish history.❤
My grandmother grew up in the inner city slums and moved out to ballymun in the late 60s when the flats went up
Such great stories that need to be documented or they will be lost
Thanks loopline, a very well made film.
Henrietta House was grandmothers, a grand old lady she was too. Very thoughtful and caring.
That was Great to hear those Dub accents from over here in London, I would Love to be back there but like many I do not have the Shillings !
My Mother had thirteen of us , Three children in a one room Tenement before She got a house in Crumlin from the Corpo, She struggled Hard but so did Everyone else in Dublin.
My mother lived at 81c Corporation Buildings from 1934 to 1940 they were Kelly's
Thank you. Its a gem of a film!
Tough times even tougher people
My granny and grandad reared there kids in corporation buildings Dublin north inner city, my mother Mary brogan was born and reared there, left Dublin in 1960. And moved 2 Birmingham, had 6 kids in England, she passed away on 14 th march 2020, aged 81she never forget where she came from , proud Dubliner, R.I.P, Mary BROGAN, my ma xxxx
Love these decent down to earth dub liners,keep it up from Dustee!
Thanks Brian
Se thanks for the acknowledgement ,I feel that I might know u personally???Duzy-T
I was born in an old tenements in number twelve Summerhill. We lived for a time in nineteen and used to slide down the stairs on a bit of cardboard. In the winter you could slide from the Diamond bar over to Mary's mansions. Lot of happy memories
How sad was my Ma she never went to the pawn, because she had nothing to pawn.
Your Ma Tony was a Hero, One of many who struggled through shocking poverty stricken days, God Bless her sweet soul, and the souls of All those Wonderful Women of Ireland. They are now the Rich in Heaven today Tony I have no doubt about that, R.I.P. to All who had to suffer such misery XXXXX
Enjoyed this ty
We're dying off us Dubs. I live abroad but I was home lately. Different place altogether.
Jackeens are ruining the country.
the best thing about it was the people they where great
My mam was born and raised in fitzgibbon st..one story of hers about growing up there was about a big bang they heard one morning.. turns out the back had fallen off one part of the building ..
I grew up.in ballymun from 79-86 have 3, older brothers & Mam and dad. My mam said everyone was equal regarding food, coal, fruit etc. They all shared & that's how it was.. now, nahhhhh! I wouldn't ask anybody for nothing..
My Great grandad lived in this area. James mc Cormack was shot on holy Thursday 1916. He looked out the window to see the British army coming from Amien St train stationheading toward the GPO. He lived and died in the corporation buildings and was put in a mass grave in Glasnevin cemetery. No markings nothing.
Dublin is steeped in history. But it's being eroded year on year.
I remember when Hardwick St. Was all tenaments.
My Great Great Grandfather Pat Flaherty and his second wife would have been, along with many, some of the original tenants of the Corporation Buildings. They had previously lived at 10 Commons Street.
Did one of the Flaherty girls marry a man called Peter Keogh from Tipperary
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I've been researching my family and just spotted a long gone family member in a school photo!! I thought I had the only copy of this photo!
I was born Henrietta street great people harry Hughes
Good video
Thanks
All doors were left open, lol, because we had nothing to rob.
you don't need to rob something that'll be freely given.
Community pride and Love.
The 90s where best
Looking for the book, All around the diamond Has anyone got an idea Were I could buy it please 6:33 . Thank's in advance. 😊
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Oral history and local folklore is VITAL for any community and a project such as this can be inestimable in value. What always concerns me, however, is that reminiscence is always done through rose-tinted glasses. Focusing on only "the good old days" aspect of community history invariably overlooks the tremendous suffering that communities endured (I'm not singling Dublin out, it's true of most if not all large communities and cities). That being said, this is another important piece of work to maintain local culture and tradition.
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Lots of people were poor then, but they mostly went to mass on Sunday, which kept them sweet and kind natured.,and they got on well together.,and looked out for each other.
Ireland was poor and hopeless definitely but today’s Dublin is a way more vicious violent place
Due to them unemployed uneducated jackeens.
1:25 miss de flats d1 for life liberty house best block of flats in Ireland 100%
Brogans
My Granny was born in St Joseph's Place. a single story tiny house
You should talk to my Dad. He's 89, born and bred in Ballybough, mind still sharp as a razor. He remembers being carried by grandad near Ballybough bridge at Summerhill when the Nazis dropped a landmine at The 5 Lamps, and grandad was blown off his feet. The front of the houses on his street had been blown off, and one woman had been killed, the masonry that hit her cleaning removing her breasts according to grandad. Years and years later, there were still piles of bomb rubble around. As kids, they helped a man who was sorting bricks to be reused. One of his pals for a laugh put the odd broken brick into the barrow. The man told him to be more careful. He put another one in, and without saying anything, this man punched the 10 year friend full in the face and laid him out. You didn't get a second warning in those days. He remembers playing football on Ballybough Road during the war as there no cars ( there was no petrol, so grandad had stored there car for the duration up on blocks ). They saw the RAF plane in difficulty fly down Ballybough Road towards Fairview (still unreclaimed I think in those days), knocking down the chimney pots as it struggled to stay aloft. The next day, the plane was dismantled into fuselage and wings, put on trucks, and mysteriously found its way across the border I believe to rejoin the war effort (even though as a neurtral country, it should have been impounded).
How did they do feed all them kids .❤God bless them
My father was born in foley street in 1946 James ward his mother Annie nee Murphy ward raised seven kids after her husband died in 46.the priest came the morning after the funeral for the three youngest she ran them from the door she was so strong to a little boy now a man telling stories of summer hill she passed in 1991
St.pat there were probably very few that had anything of great value,just to add to the point I made ,the doors were also left open owing to the fact there probably was only one key and ten plus coming and going and they could'nt afford to cut them!!!
I think you hit the nail on the head! Anything else is just romanticisation
Nothing to rob. They'd bleeding burst ya if you were sussed breaking in. There is that too.
@last first what did I do? Who said I'd did anything?who? I was at Johns fixing my bike
This talk of the good old days is sickening. Born on Sir John Rogersons Quay in 1950, the povert was schooling. The place was a slum. I was lucky, the old man had his own pub. Down the road 3 families lived in an old Georgian house. The ground floor was a cafe, a family lived on the 1st floor and so on to the third. They shared one bathroom and two toilets. The violence was shocking and the fucking clergy ran the country with an iron fist. So don't give me that crap about the " rare old times"!
Hi Liam. Tis Lou, remember the Curragh? The Bush pub? Well on to have 3 boys, separated divorced. He married again. I have been living in Co.Mayo last 21yrs. I reared and supported 3 lads all doing well. How did things work out for you? I have often wondered. Wish you and yours well, Love Lou x
I remember so many times working with the kids in Sheriff street. Loved those children. Got to know their parents also. Had reason to meet one of them recently on a bus in Dublin city. We really had such great rapur and laughed so much together remembering days in Sherrif St.
How it going,Liam,knew the bro, Joe,that house you describe (still standing) was a Palace compared to Tenament,s in Townsend Street,,27/28,,
As a young Garda based in Pearse Street 40 years ago I always remember Kelly’s pub on Sir John Rogerson’s Quay as a well run house in a shamefully run down area. Passed it by many times on the beat and in the squad car. Never went in though. Never had to. Same with the others up along the road, the Eight Bells and The Dockers. All gone now as far as I know. Always would have loved a late pint in Kelly’s but there were other watering holes further up the town where the staff would call for a bit of help sometimes when we were on nights.
These places always reminded me of other local shops like Larkin’s and The Bunch of Grapes on Clanbrassil Street, where my late father would have had a few pints when I was growing up in the 1960’s...
Troll, probably gay. Very boring. Sad person.
Bankony instead of Balcony, it's so Northside
I would love to have these books but I can’t find them
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Rural Ireland was as bad or worse. great film though.
No where near as bad yiz pulled your fuel and heat out of the ground , city folk had to beg borrow and steel to get by. You soup takers had it handler for sure , a reward for taking the soup I suppose
@@finglasman1 Shut up.
My grandad used to breed chickens on the roof of sheriff street flats. Country folk had it tough for sure aswell, buy 10 year olds collecting / robbing pallets all day for fire wood, One tough place during the toughest of times!
I grew up on sean mc myself through the early seventies ... hands up anyone remember what a grushie was ? Only real dubs would know this ....
I'm from the markets area. My family sold fruit and veg and fish in Moore St. Other's worked in the markets some on the docks. We had a huge family my nanny had 15 children they in turn had from 7 to 10. Hard time's and being soft didn't bode well. I'm a 60s baby. First up best dressed type of thing. They were mostly rough ard tough bad old day's. Violence was expected from children up. That was normal because we grew up watching it and feeling it. Those days there was abuse of every kind, sexual up there with the violence ✊☘️
What about Dominick st Dublin 1 the flats what's beside Moore st joke people are sick herein about the buildings
at least we have a great rugby team god bless Henrietta street
Where are these publications available? Are they still in print at all?
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They would refuse drink all day
Northside up the fuckin flats
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Dominic Street Great
Those flats and georgian buildings should have been refurbished as many were replaced by surburban style housing now we have in 2019 the worst housing crisis in Dublins history but if you elect wankers this is what happens
who else can you elect we only have 2 parties big enough to control government and anytime labour get a chance they sell the people out , myself i choose not to vote if no one represents me
Everybody left there doors open because there was fuck all to take-am not been snide saying this but it's true,if anything they might have left seen how poor everybody was back then-they call them the good old days-probably but I don't think so,it was just the times and ten plus children owing to the Catholic Churche's ethos,breeding them for export
I know what you mean. Sometimes we don't want to see the forest because of the trees! Thanks for watching
That's not true I grew up in Dublin North and South inner city in the 70s .we left our doors open and shared with our neighbors . It was when the Heroin took hold in the 80s that's when people started locking their doors.
@@stpatricksghost have seen a few other documentaries that said the same thing. One crime gang introduced heroin into Dublin. The inner city communities were changed over night and never recovered
@@mrewren It was crazy looking at some of my friends . We always respected our elders and helped them out as soon as that Devil's poison hit the street our communities were destroyed .
Community.
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🤣 I guess there is a kind of resemblance
Book or book ?
Neyeinteean Areenoeyein 1989 haha love it
Great days me bollox..
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What happened to the rest of Ireland why all the stories of Dublin ????
ItsDublin people talking about Dublin people and the fond memories they have for it there not going to write about cork or mayo that's for them people and there memories they know about the people around them and how it was back then ,I hope they do ,they should.i live in Dublin as a kid the family would head over to mayo just outside Westport for a week in the summer that was the late 60s to mid 70s we have photos of it back then I have really good memories of it now today we still go same place but just up the road ,what i mean is you have to have memories of a place to write about it or it's not the same
So why don’t you tell some stories about the place that you grew up in...
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you could leave your door open and it was safer back then this women said but she doesnt talk about how sexual abuse was was happening all over ireland at this point
Sorry about the spelling mistakes, this piece of crap has a mind of it's own.
Once a shit hole. Always a shit hole. How much is a pint now a fiver or more I bet. Glad I got out.
Your sorely missed 😂😂😂😂😂
@@shane6115 I hope not.
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