Jonathan Livingston Seagull, I may not be
But I love flying high, above the blue sea
Where the air is clear
And time so dear
To reach once more, and be set free
View across Scotsman’s Bay from the East Pier, Dun Laoghaire to Sandycove
It’s a sad day, our cousin is gone
A beautiful one, who we called John
With his friendly smile
And personal style
Many happy memories, that’ll live on.
Don Cameron – April 2022
Roses are red, and masks are few
What a change, do what you do
Keep head held high
Reach for the sky
Breathe in freedom, you got through
Trinity College is, in the middle of town
Founded long ago, when Liz had the crown
There’s history all round
Great names do abound
A centre of excellence, and world renown
Beckett, Wilde and Goldsmith spent time
In hallowed halls, their work so sublime
Book of Kells is a pleasure
Scholarship to treasure
Enjoy the sound, of the Campanile’s chime
Cobblestones are loved, in Parliament Square
A step back in time, you feel like you’re there
The Exam Hall’s inviting
Chequered floor exciting
As alumni on high, gaze down with no care
It’s an oasis of peace, and quiet reflection
The Long Room’s books, a great collection
In the Buttery for tea
More, yes please
A treat all round, it’s loved with affection
Don Cameron 2022
We held each other, so close and tight
‘Neath the magic, of dancing moonlight
We breathed as one
Oh such loving fun
Then kisstory was made, a wonderous night
Filed under Art, Ireland, poetry, Sandymount Strand
Isabella Augusta Persee was born on the night of the 14th and 15th of March 1852 in Roxborough House, Galway on an estate that measured 6,000 acres. Many years later she often questioned whether such timing – The Ides of March – was indeed favourable. She was the ninth of thirteen children, and closest to her four younger brothers, which commentators suggest developed her independent streak. She was educated at home and learned about local folklore from her nanny, Mary Sheridan, a native Irish speaker, and these tales left a strong impression on the young girl that she would develop later.
She was married to Sir William Gregory in 1880 and they lived at his estate at Coole, Co Galway. He was thirty-five years her senior, and they travelled in Europe and the Middle East, and had months-long breaks in London where she met such celebrities as Alfred Lord Tennyson and Henry James. When William died in March 1892 she returned to Coole and set about improving the financial position of the estate. After reading works by WB Yeats and Douglas Hyde she became interested in Irish legends and learned Irish to be better able to understand the stories that she collected.
By the mid-1890s she had become friends with Yeats who often stayed for months at a time in Coole, and the place became a hub for discussion on the budding Irish Revival. In 1897 a decision was taken to form an Irish Theatre, and the Abbey Theatre opened its doors on the 27th December 1904 with two plays, Spreading the News by Lady Gregory and On Baile’s Strand by Yeats. Hugh Lane, her nephew, who she introduced to many Irish artists, later bequeathed most of his wonderful collection of paintings to the museum in Dublin that now bears his name.
Since those early days, The Abbey Theatre has become world famous, and Lady Gregory’s role as playwright and manager (until 1928) was remembered by dramatist Lennox Robinson ‘..without Lady Gregory’s doggedness and determination and belief in the Theatre, these people (Irish playwrights) might never have, artistically, existed’.
Filed under Architecture, Art, Dublin, History, Ireland