Walled Gardens: Scenes from an Anglo-Irish ChildhoodThis is a journey both into a time and a place - the South of Ireland in the 1940s and 1950s. The author describes a childhood outside the main currents of the twentieth century; her parents still went fox hunting and horse racing and relied on readily available servants from a vast and inexpensive work-pool. At the same time they had no central heating, no television, and the roof leaked. Like many other Anglo-Irish families they attempted outlandish and impractical schemes to maintain deteriorating driveways and crumbling houses. This is an affectionate yet unsentimental memoir of a transitional generation, one born too late to benefit from the last years of the Ascendancy, but too early to integrate into the mainstream of contemporary Irish life. |
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... never heard anyone talk about what they had seen on it . That one exception was the Coronation of the Queen . The ... never have indulged in the faintly ridiculous behaviour of some of the English ( never Anglo - Irish ) who were so ...
... never heard anyone talk about what they had seen on it . That one exception was the Coronation of the Queen . The ... never have indulged in the faintly ridiculous behaviour of some of the English ( never Anglo - Irish ) who were so ...
Page 103
... Never stay in with less than a pair of sevens . " At his first boardinghouse he asked the landlord where the bath was and was told : " What do you want a bath for ? I'm seventy years old and I've never had a bath in my life . " At the ...
... Never stay in with less than a pair of sevens . " At his first boardinghouse he asked the landlord where the bath was and was told : " What do you want a bath for ? I'm seventy years old and I've never had a bath in my life . " At the ...
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... never mentioned our mother's name . I don't think we ever commented on her absence . Certainly for some time it was never acknowledged out loud that she had left . I can still feel a tight knot in my stomach when I remember Robert , the ...
... never mentioned our mother's name . I don't think we ever commented on her absence . Certainly for some time it was never acknowledged out loud that she had left . I can still feel a tight knot in my stomach when I remember Robert , the ...
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