I grew up in Dublin but was lucky to have my grandparents on my maternal side living in Tipperary. We used to get the packages of hand me down clothes from the cousins in the US. I remember the rag n bone man, the milkman, bringing the lemonade bottles back to the store, sweet memories.
I remember my grandmothers house with no electricity. We used to spend the 2 months of our summer holidays with my gran. The stone floors, the rain barrels, the free range chickens, the billy cans outside the gate, the man that used to come around on his horse and cart mending buckets and pails. - ahhh I remember - sitting around the big open fire as gran told us stories, listening to the radio because there was no TV. No indoor toilet or running water. I am talking about about 36 years ago - not so long really ;)
Fighting over who got to wear the shoes that came in the pack from the US.
Thanks for the memories folks :)
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