There are times when I love to look through my late father’s collection of photographs which span the years from the mid 1940s to around 2005.
It is a very mixed collection and I suppose that’s what makes it such a treasure. I never know what will turn up, especially when I go to boxes that he had marked as ‘duds.’
Today, I came across an unusual looking pouch in one of the tin boxes in which he stored the photos. It’s black leather or fake leather but is clearly intended for photographs. It’s the only one I’ve come across so far and I was intrigued to see what he had put into it.
It turned out to be a set of photographs that go to the heart of the Ireland that Dad really loved. I’m not sure of the exact location but we are certainly talking about the West of Ireland. Dad was from West Co. Clare and, even though he moved around the country a lot, he never, ever lost his sense of being from the West and from West Clare, in particular.
Cottages and outhouses always caught his eye so this photograph of an old thatched cottage is exactly what I’d expect. What took me by surprise, though, is the way in which the thatch is so different to that which I am familiar with in present day Co. Waterford. I just love the simplicity of this cottage and the character it exudes.
We get some sense of the context within which the cottage is located from other photos in the pouch. Dad was always drawn to places where sea and mountains came together and this photograph brought me back to many of the beaches in the West that we holidayed near when we were kids. (I’m as sure as I possibly can be that the child in this shot is not one of us. He liked to take photos that included people who were part of particular places.)
Dad was an out and out perfectionist about lots of things and knew exactly where all his stuff was. It’s quite paradoxical that for one so perfectionistic that he didn’t throw away photographs that he actually labelled as ‘duds.’ I feel so fortunate that he didn’t as the ‘duds’ give us such a glimpse of an Ireland that belonged to other eyes and another time.
Love these photos Jean!Hope theres more..
Glad you like them, too. Lots and lots more!
Good, I look forward to them 🙂
That’s great. I look forward to them too!
What a wonderful treasure you have! Very cool!
Yes, I’m extremely fortunate.
I hope you will share more than two. I watched a documentary about thatching and how it was a dying art. Your father’s photo shows how thatching has changed with little note. Thatched homes in Africa are fascinating too. How it all works is amazing, like termite mounds.
The cottage is . . . homey. I wonder what it feels like to be inside. Claustrophobic? Cozy? Closer to our beginnings? Thank you.
Many thanks for writing.
Thankfully, thatch is still very much alive here in Ireland.
I certainly hope to share more of Dad’s photos.
Great find. I love old photographs, because they complete my memories. As a child you wouldn’t remember much.
Hi Inese, I totally agree. The photos bring back lots of happy memories of times or conversations with Dad. He was great company.
What a great find Jean. However could such soulful photos be described as duds? They are delightful .xx
Oh I know but he was an absolute perfectionist. The ones he labelled ‘good’ are Excellent!
They must be amazing;
How lovely Jean. These are very special x
Hi Val, yes true treasures.
Great photos Jean.
Many thanks, Arlene. I’m just the messenger or should I say ‘social bridge.’
How wonderful and I love that he kept his “duds”! So funny that even those he could not get rid of…lucky for you and for us!
Hi Dale, he had a scale and ‘rotten’ was at the bottom. They would have been dumped ( unfortunately).
Oh my!! Then again, I can understand having to purge, otherwise we end up with mountains of stuff
What a great legacy he left!
Absolutely, Lorrie. Thanks for writing.
I’m glad he didn’t throw them away too Jean – they don’t look at all like duds to me.
Nor me! He had so, so many. It’s hard to even begin to describe them.
Jean I’m sure you’ll safeguard all of your father’s pics and ensure they are recorded somewhere, won’t you? I dread to think of the number of old photos that have been dumped over the years, considered ‘duds’.
Belatedly I’ve rescued a few of my West Cork family going back to the 1930s. Though they are of no other merit I’m going to post them up on my blog shortly as better than nothing and a small window into times past.
Their future is secure, Roy.
That’s great that you managed to find some going back to the 30s. I look forward to seeing them.
I love the photos. Thanks for sharing. Where in West Clare was he from? My family and I just spent about a week staying in Clare so I got somewhat familiarized with it. And I really like it there!
So glad you liked the photos and Co. Clare.
Dad was from Kilrush and spent a lot of time in Kilkee.
He was way out there. I’ll bet it is pretty out that way. We were closer to Ennis.
Yep, very much West Clare and proud of it!
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