Aug 30
THE NOW AND THEN OF A DÓNALL BECOMING THE THIS AND THAT OF NEW NOW
me master of the trike
my own time machine
dashing from the past to a future
still always me
despite time gone
the time to come
still only me
with just a bit of time
added here...subtracted there
playing chicken
with the arcs of
my life's narrative
crashing into who I was
colliding with who
l will or. . . might be
*
Me dashing across the road at No. 31 O'Higgins Rd., on my trike and wearing my Dad's army hat. Les girls are sitting on the grass facing THE BATHS. My Dad has just probably come home and is inside kissing my Mam. I used to wait for cars to come and then dash across the road in a Russian roulette with my little life. But my trike and I were fast and survived these dare devil antics. The Military police were informed and asked me to desist in my trike thrills. I love the pile of bikes lounging around at the gate. That was the known mode of transport at the time...bikes and bikes and trikes!
They are sitting on the bank just across from the baths...me....I laugh death in the face....I think I'm untouchable...100 cars and counting....and I'm still not dead...I must be immortal!
As you can see although I was an immortal little boy...I didn't have a big head....that cap is nearly bigger than me.
I had a big mind and a small head back then...now...I've got a small mind and a big head!
The Maddens lived next door...Pete Madden was a lovely guy and ran the baths and only got slightly mad when we put a football through a window. Mrs. Madden was gorgeous and even as a little boy I was madly in love with her.
I love( still )the crusts off bread and she would cut all the crusts off her bread and give me a bag of crusts. I was in heaven and went around with a crust sticking out of my gob pretending it was a cigarette and I was a wise guy like Bogey making wisecracks and smoking crust-of-bread cigarettes.
Here's looking at me kid!
At least we'll always have the Curragh.
me master of the trike
my own time machine
dashing from the past to a future
still always me
despite time gone
the time to come
still only me
with just a bit of time
added here...subtracted there
playing chicken
with the arcs of
my life's narrative
crashing into who I was
colliding with who
l will or. . . might be
*
Me dashing across the road at No. 31 O'Higgins Rd., on my trike and wearing my Dad's army hat. Les girls are sitting on the grass facing THE BATHS. My Dad has just probably come home and is inside kissing my Mam. I used to wait for cars to come and then dash across the road in a Russian roulette with my little life. But my trike and I were fast and survived these dare devil antics. The Military police were informed and asked me to desist in my trike thrills. I love the pile of bikes lounging around at the gate. That was the known mode of transport at the time...bikes and bikes and trikes!
They are sitting on the bank just across from the baths...me....I laugh death in the face....I think I'm untouchable...100 cars and counting....and I'm still not dead...I must be immortal!
As you can see although I was an immortal little boy...I didn't have a big head....that cap is nearly bigger than me.
I had a big mind and a small head back then...now...I've got a small mind and a big head!
The Maddens lived next door...Pete Madden was a lovely guy and ran the baths and only got slightly mad when we put a football through a window. Mrs. Madden was gorgeous and even as a little boy I was madly in love with her.
I love( still )the crusts off bread and she would cut all the crusts off her bread and give me a bag of crusts. I was in heaven and went around with a crust sticking out of my gob pretending it was a cigarette and I was a wise guy like Bogey making wisecracks and smoking crust-of-bread cigarettes.
Here's looking at me kid!
At least we'll always have the Curragh.
