A two classroom school - one redundant at this point in time and ours, the second catering for pupils (as we were referred to in those days... not students as seems to be the more commonly used term today) aged 4-12 years. By Therese (Murphy) Moran
Read MoreThere were stories about the “Bean Si” (“Banshee”) and the “Cóiste Bodhar” (“Death Coach”). Dick Brady would bring up his experiences with Ghosts, and he would end with “There isn’t a word of lie in it”.
Read MoreMy memory of the school is the entrance hall being cold and darkish while the classrooms were bright and airy and fairly warm most of the time. The turf for the school fires was sup-plied by the families of pupils. I remember the quite pleasant aroma of the classrooms. It came from a mixture that included turf smoke, chalk, ink, sunlight soap, probably some kind of polish and various other substances.
Read MoreThis was music to my ears then. It was a very exciting time going to school at first, making friends, playing, and having my own desk. It quickly became routine, and I suppose like many more it became quite boring.
Read MoreThe room was bright with high windows and the walls were a cheery primrose colour with green trim. Toward the front of the room stood the teachers desk and chair, a little stand with a basin of water and soap, a large blackboard mounted on an easel stood in the corner.
Read MoreHe 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".
Read MoreMayo 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.
Read MoreOne 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!
Read MoreWe 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.
Read MoreA 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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