Try to find the spot where the photographer was standing.
Streetview of Main Street, with the Garda Station on the left.
FI 9658: a Tipperary North reg from near the end of the series: FI 1 to FI 9999 (Dec 1903 - Jan 1958).
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gnmcauley So it is Main Street, thanks a million!
The street lighting looks pretty feeble, one lamp strung on a wire across the road.
This was before the yellow Sodium lights, too, so there would have been one puddle of white light and a lot of shadow.
I owned a 1960 Ford Thames 100E van in the sixties. We use to put an old bus seat in the back for the passengers and had the two small rear windows enlarged. (you could buy a kit to do the job)
In 1964 I drove the van from London to Donegal via Fishguard/Rosslare. 10 hours from London to Fishguard. Lifted on and off the ship in a net. Another 10 hours drive from Rosslare to Donegal. Not bad for a small van with three forward gears and a top speed of around 60mph..
Lovely 60s streetscape with some great (now classic) cars. I am really enjoying your daily postings. Keep up the good work.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/swordscookie/ Is Peelers Parlour a Limerick-ism for police station?
Thanks to all the gentlemen who argued the toss so politely with notes on the photo. I've tagged for a Ford Thames 100E Van.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gnmcauley But less light pollution...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/paddywhack56 That's lovely to hear, thanks, and will do!
Great image and capture
I love this picture. I once owned a split screen Morris Minor like this one when posted to Scotland with the Royal Navy. Bought it for ninety pounds, sold it for one hundred and twenty.
I recall seeing an exhibition of photographs of abandoned Morris Minors in rural Ireland, back in the 80s..... v pictureseque they looked too, subsiding into the landscape. I'm still driving a Morris Traveller; never a dull moment!
Live and learn!
When I was growing up, HB stood for Hughes Brothers. The dairy was just up the road, opposite the De La Salle National School. When the multinational marketing got going advertising HB HazelBrook Farm, I just assumed they'd made it up.
But no, there it is on the 25" map, exactly where the dairy was when I was little! Going back to the 6" map, 60 years earlier, Hazelbrook was across the road, where the De La Salle brothers had their house when they ran the National school.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gnmcauley There were three Hughes Brothers who started the business, back in the 1920's. Billy Hughes, the son of one of them was the last family member with a connection to the company.He died only a few years ago.
That Hazelbrook name is true, but they've just revamped it and used it for the ads. HB was always for Hughes Brothers.
My parents both worked for HB in Churchtown. My dad started there in 1949, my mother sometime in the early 50's. Must scan some photos they have when I'm back home next.
In the late 50's and early 60's my dad was the company rep who traveled all over Ireland dealing with HB ice cream. I guess dealing with all the shops. He probably was in the shop here. Surprisingly, with all that driving, his company car was just an Austin A40, and later a Mini.
He still talks of driving Dublin to Cork and back in one day, in the 50's when there were no good roads. That was considered pretty good going in those days.
What a charming anecdotal thread, I will look forward to your further pictures and comments.
You would have thought they would have provided your dad with a bigger car when he was doing all that driving.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/belvedere I remember a story about someone I know who was driving along when he was overtaken by one of his own Morris Traveller wheels before he realised it had come off...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eyelightfilms My Waterford uncle was a confectionery rep in the 70s, and heaven was in the boot of his car!
One time when I was driving my mum in law and father in law in Scotland the driving wheel came off in my hands!
As we headed for a hedge the old man screamed and just had time to tell me what he really thought of me before the car burried its nose up to the windscreen in the hedge.
I hope it was his deep affection that he expressed... on mine, the fuel pump used to have a habit of stopping suddenly; most dramatically, on the Avonmouth motorway bridge. Fortunately my brolly was within reach on the back seat, and I clouted the passenger footwell a few times until the pump chattered back into life and journey resumed... phew...
Not quite Dru.
This was the second time I nearly lost the old fellow out of a vehicle. I had him in and old Leyland 20 van I was driving when the passenger door flew open and out he did go. I just managed to grab him by the collar with my left hand while trying to keep control of the swerving vehicle with my right hand.
Poor old fellow was choking and spluttering as the collar tightened around his neck but eventually I got the vehicle stopped and pulled him back in. He was too shocked to tell me what I felt he wanted to tell me and then it took us ages to go back and find his teeth, which he had coughed up!
It took us a long time to find his teeth as his bottom set had gone over a hedge into a field.
I know it is probably wrong but even his own wife and and his daughter, my wife, could'nt stop laughing when we got home and he related the incident to them, in a very irate manner.
That should have taught him a lesson, letting his daughter marry a matelot!
Mr French / Lawrence liked this view too! Fascinating to compare -
[https://www.flickr.com/photos/belvedere] I suspect the photos of abandoned minors you saw exhibited may have been these, by Martin Parr.