I arrived at Prizon N. S on a sunny September morning, feeling a little apprehensive. But, the warm welcome I received from Lilly Glynn.
Anne Duggan (nee Jeffers)
Principal 1961-1973
It all started for me back in the early sixties. In those days, everybody walked to school. We lived in Ballinagran, about a distance of one mile from Prizon school, so from four and a half years of age a daily round trip of two miles had to be undertaken. ..
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He could often be seen letting cattle across the road for Kate Martin or shepherding a clutch of ducks to the river for Sonny Reilly. He had the same word for everyone - "WEATHER".
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We would sit two to a desk with dry inkwells and pencils that had seen better days, and well used rubbers!! When ‘Sos’ was called we rushed outside to take up whatever game or intentions we had the previous day.
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If I had to live my childhood over again, I wouldn’t want to change a single bit of it, they really were very happy times.
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Mayo always holds a special place in my heart, it has a special quality about it, its beauty and generosity overwhelms me. For the future it would be nice if Prizon School were to become a focal point for the people around the area, and then past pupils could visit and enjoy on their return to this special place.
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One time, one of my younger sisters, Bridie (RIP) wasn’t at school as she had a sore foot. The Junior teacher sent Guard Vaughan over to our house to investigate - my Mum called Bridie and of course, she came running - my poor Mum - she was mortified!
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Do you remember folks when we had to go out with the rakes and hayforks and shake all the swarths out, and pick out the docks or any other weeds, turn it, put it into lapcocks, sometimes breastcocks, and finally into field cocks, ....
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We were born before television, before penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic, contact lenses, videos, Frisbees and the Pill.
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We call next door for Mrs. Kennedy. She strolls out the steps wearing her blue crimplene coat and a couple of strings of Yankee pearls that the girls sent from America. At last we set off as Joseph and Kieran Early catch up to us going down the hill.
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A new dawn and a new beginning for a five-year-old boy. The excitement of the day is still with him. Rising in the cool air of a September morning. The sun slanting through the small windows of the cottage casting lines and shadows across the flagged floor.
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