Limerick
A limerick is a form of verse, usually humorous and frequently rude, in five-line, with a strict rhyme scheme of AABBA, in which the first, second and fifth line rhyme, while the third and fourth lines are shorter and share a different rhyme.
The origin of the name limerick for this type of poem is debated. The name is generally taken to be a reference to the City or County of Limerick in Ireland, sometimes particularly to the Maigue Poets, and may derive from an earlier form of nonsense verse parlor game that traditionally included a refrain that included "Will [or won't] you come (up) to Limerick?"
Rock of Dunamase
About an hour west of Dublin are the ruins of Dunamase Castle or the Rock of Dunamase. The castle was blown up by Cromwell’s Parliamentarian forces in order to prevent the Irish using it against the English.
Moneygall
So there we were, barreling down M7 when we see a road sign that says Barak Obama Plaza. I had to pinch myself to make sure I was still in Ireland and hadn’t imagined it, so we took the exit (the “slip road”) to have a look.
The People's Museum of Limerick
Francis McCourt was an Irish-American teacher and writer. He won a Pulitzer Prize for his book Angela's Ashes, a tragicomic memoir of the misery and squalor of his childhood in Limerick.
We decided to visit his museum before making our way to our next place. It turned out the Frank McCourt Museum had been closed and the contents moved to The People’s Museum of Limerick.
The tour was a disappointment both because we were tired and hungry and the guide longwinded, but also because there was a shocking lack of anything related to McCourt or his writings. The collection is “eclectic” at best.
Earlson Farmhouse
You can check out their webpage here and take our video tour here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_eLiHTX0LI
The Clare Glens
On Friday (Apr 21) we went for a 2.5 mile walk along this beautiful forested riverside trail.
Driving in Ireland
So far, the roads in Ireland are a huge improvement over the UK. The roadways are generally wider, in better condition, and the markings are maintained. In the rain, the markings on a typical road in England will virtually disappear!
One oddity in Ireland though: on some two-lane, two-way roads, the lanes are exceptionally wide. I thought this was wonderful until I realized it was because on-coming traffic will cross over the centerline to pass slower traffic—and they will do this regardless of whether or not there is opposing traffic. Despite the lane width, you must stay to the left side of your lane to avoid a possible head-on collision.
Saturday is the biggest day for the popular Market, so we worked our schedule around visiting on Saturday (Apr 22). Despite the general lack of vegan options in Ireland, there were at least four vegan vendors at the small market—not bad. (We anticipated eating might be more challenging in Ireland and that has proven to be the case. As a small example, most coffee shops don’t offer oat milk.) We bought fresh lettuce, some really tasty mixed salads, a sourdough loaf, and a dessert. A lot of wonderful, fresh food was on offer, and it’s always wonderful to listen to the Irish speaking.
Afterward, we split up. Amanda did some thrift store browsing and I walked around to see some of the City’s major sights.
Here is the story inside Jack Monday’s Coffee House explaining their name:
In the dead of night, fifty Free State soldiers marched up William Straat from Murphy's headquarter's in the Police Barracks to take control of the prison. They expected an attack from the IRA garrison in the Ordnance barracks, but it never came. Upon entering the prison itself they were greeted by even bigger surprise. As they went from cell to cell reviewing and interrogating the prisoners, they came across a West African called Jack Monday, this came as quiet a shock to the Free State soldiers who had never laid eyes on a black man before with the exception of statues of St Martin.
Jack had arrived in Limerick working as a fitter on a ship in December 1921. As his boat was leaving the port it followed maritime custom by hoisting the flag of the country from which it was departing, but instead of flying the British flag it flew the Irish tricolour. The ship was immediately boarded by a party of Black & Tans and a fight ensued during which Jack stabbed two of them. He had been imprisoned in Limerick Prison ever since without being sentenced.
At the suggestion of his liberators, who could find no fault against him, he joined the Transit Corps of the Free State army some time later and was stationed at Gormanstown camp until 1928. He was even supposed to have gone so far as to have changed his name to the Irish at some stage, becoming Sean De Luain.