A giant among goalkeepers

Paddy Cullen died today, 7th February, at the age of 80. There were many tributes paid to him during the day, my favourites were a bio of Paddy from from Marty Whelan and the second a recording of a compilation of GAA greatest moments.

Paddy Cullen was a giant among goalkeepers. Picture: Connolly Collection / SPORTSFILE

Paddy Cullen was a giant among goalkeepers. Picture: Connolly Collection / SPORTSFILE

Paddy Cullen made his debut in goal for Dublin in 1966 and during the next 13 years  he was one of the best known figures in Dublin GAA.

He won three All-Ireland titles and four All-Star awards as part of the swashbuckling ‘Heffo’s Army‘ that rejuvenated the game in the capital. I still get a thrill when I hear the Heffo Army song with Micheal O Hehir’s voice backing introduction to the team

O the Jack are back the Jacks are back
Let the Railway end go barmy
For Hill 16 has never seen the likes of Heffos army

We came marching out of Leinster, when no-one thought we would,
Then we smashed the mighty champions, when they said we never could.
For 11 years we’ve waited, now there’s nothing left to prove
So let’s hear it now for Dublin, Heffo’s Army’s on the move.

They came marching in from Ringsend and from Ballyfermot too
From East Wall and Marino to support the boys in blue
For eleven years we’ve waited and theres nothing left to do
Now hear it now for Heffo, Heffo’s army’s on the move

O the Jack are back the Jacks are back
Let the Railway end go barmy
For Hill 16 has never seen the likes of Heffos army

I have 2 enduring memories of Paddy Cullen:

  • his penalty save against Galway in 1974 when Dublin won the Sam for the first time in 11 years
  • his immortalisation in 1979, not so much by being lobbed by Mikey Sheehey, but by Con Houlihan, describing Cullen dashing “back toward his goal like a woman who smells a burning cake”.

 

 

Celebrating a roundy birthday in Laragh

I decided to visit Avondale for a cuppa on Saturday. The treckers in the birthday party group were tackling the Avonmore Way, Rathdrum to Laragh. The plan was that the youngest trecker would be collected at the flask break in Clara. So I had an hour or so to fill.

The visit rekindled may happy memories of childhood trips to Aughrim and Wexford – across the Wicklow Gap, the Glenmacnass Waterfall at the top of the valley where we often stopped for a picnic and chasing games across the rocks in the river, ears popping on the descent into Laragh, the tiny church down in Clara Vale and through Rathdrum. Passing Avondale, we used to sing the song about Parnell.

“Oh, have you been to AvondaleAnd lingered in her lovely vale?Where tall trees whisper low the taleOf Avondale’s proud eagle.
Where pride and ancient glory fade,Such was the land where he was laid,Like Christ was thirty pieces paid,For Avondale’s proud eagle.
Long years that green and lovely glade,Have lost for now our grandest Gael,And cursed the land that has betrayed,Our Avondale’s proud eagle”

If we were on the road to Wexford, we next came to the “meetings” where the Avonbeg met the Avonmore to form the Avoca River and where the famous Irish Poet Thomas Moore penned the famous melody, “The Meeting of the Waters”.

“There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet 
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet!
Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart”
Thomas Moore

But back to the present – today I caught up with the walkers in Clara, heard the stories of peregrine falcons and searching for lost walkers and shared tea and sambos.

Enjoying your 70’s

Inspired by an online article by Eliza Hartley |February 4, 2025, 2:24 am] – some of it is quoted below.

I remember Mam turning 70 in 1995 …. Her sons and daughters plotted and planned a big surprise party for her in Johnstown Inn. Of course she graciously participated (what choice did she have and also by nature she would never want to disappoint us). Afterwards, however, she told me that it was the first birthday she dreaded. It made her think of old age, dependency, frailty and it scared her. She felt that with Dad gone, she worried about being a burden on her children. Old age seemed less frightening with a partner.

I was the same coming up to 70. I knew from bouts of illness what losing independence was about. So yes! 70 was a milestone I didn’t particularly welcome. I had made it clear that I didn’t want a “surprise” and maybe that denied my children a chance to plot and plan??? Anyway a variety of celebrations were organised and each was wonderful. My favourite of course was in The DEAN with Dean and David and Caroline.

Like Mam, I think I’ve settled into my seventies well. I’m certainly doing more of what I like. I’m taking more time for me. I’ve got rid of some of the activities that made me busier than I wanted to be. My bucket list may not include the four corners of the world, but I am getting to places I want to see.

It’s still a bit strange when someone stands up on public transport to let me sit. It’s still a start to hear that the neighbours’ kids are turning 50. But I enjoy being part of retired communities – they can be quite inspiring, actually, about how to accept and live in the present.

Today, I read this online article by Eliza Hartley and it expresses nearly all I feel. So I’m sharing snippets of it with others who might like a 70s roadmap!

Here are portions of what Eliza Hartley has to say about aging:

Here’s how I discovered that turning 70 was not an end to youth, but rather a new beginning to feeling more vibrant than ever before.

1) Embracing the age, not fighting it

At first, I tried to fight the calendar, to deny the reality of turning 70. But then I realized something profound. Age is just a number, a chronological marker that has nothing to do with my spirit. And instead of seeing it as an enemy, I decided to embrace it. The moment I stopped fighting my age was the moment I started feeling more vibrant and alive. I began to explore new hobbies, meet new people, and even take on physical challenges that I had previously thought were beyond my reach.

2) Discovering new pursuits

Once I let go of my fear and embraced my age, I found myself with a world of possibilities at my fingertips. I discovered that turning 70 didn’t mean that I had to settle into a life of routine and monotony but rather it opened the door to new experiences.

3) Finding wisdom in the words of others

As I continued on this journey of embracing my age and rediscovering my zest for life, I came across a quote by the celebrated French author Marcel Proust: “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” I thought about this quote often, and it resonated deeply with me. Here I was at 70, not seeking to change my circumstances or my age, but rather changing my perception of it. And as I did, I found that age didn’t limit me, but instead gave me a new lens through which to view my life. This new perspective wasn’t about denying the years I’ve lived, but celebrating them.

4) The science of aging

In my quest to understand this newfound vibrancy, I started to delve a bit deeper into the science of aging. Turns out, our brains continue to develop and change well into our 70s and beyond. Contrary to popular belief, we don’t just stop growing mentally or emotionally. We’ve all heard of neuroplasticity – the ability of our brains to form new connections and pathways. This doesn’t just stop when we hit a certain age. In fact, it’s a lifelong process.

5) The power of curiosity

Embracing my age, seeking out new experiences, finding wisdom in the words of others, and understanding the science of neuroplasticity all pointed me in one direction: the power of curiosity. I realized that curiosity was the fuel that kept my spirit vibrant. It was the driving force behind my willingness to learn new things and challenge myself. It was the spark that ignited my creativity and pushed me to explore beyond my comfort zone. And the best part is that curiosity isn’t age-specific. It doesn’t fade away with time; if anything, it only intensifies.

6) The joy of connection

As my journey continued another pattern emerge(d): the importance of connection….. connecting with my own self and my passions….. connecting with others who shared similar interests or … a zest for life.

7) The gift of gratitude

As I fostered my curiosity, nurtured my connections, and embraced my age, I stumbled upon another unexpected source of vibrancy: gratitude …. a quiet, humble gratitude for the rich tapestry of my life. I found myself more appreciative of the small moments of joy, the daily miracles that often go unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of life … I found a deep sense of satisfaction and vibrancy in acknowledging these moments. This practice of gratitude illuminated my life in unexpected ways. It made me realize that every day brought with it new opportunities to learn.

8) Living in the present

I realized one final thing: the importance of living in the present. There’s no denying that turning 70 comes with its share of challenges. Living in the present didn’t mean ignoring the past or not planning for the future. It was about fully engaging with life as it happens, … giving myself permission to be fully present, to immerse in each moment.

The journey continues

Turning 70, or any age for that matter, is not a signal to slow down or fade into the background. Instead, it’s an invitation to fully embrace life, to explore new interests, to nurture connections, and to celebrate each day with a grateful heart. Living vibrantly isn’t about defying age, but about redefining what it means. It’s about recognizing that life doesn’t diminish with time; it only deepens and becomes more meaningful.

As Albert Einstein once said, “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.” Let your imagination run wild. Don’t limit yourself by the number of candles on your birthday cake. In the end, it’s not about how old you are but how you are old.

 

Star Gazing 2025

My star gazing niece informed me at Christmas that January and February 2025 would be good months for observing the planets (except for Mercury), as Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune would all be visible in the night sky.

Astronomy continued to feature as a topic of interest as the new year began -just after the holidays one of our Retirement Group quiz questions was about the “planet parade”.

So for a few nights, I googled BBC Sky at Night hoping to identify some of the “bright lights” I  see .

“On 1 February, there’ll be a brilliant chance to spot something quite spectacular, and that’s Venus, Saturn and Neptune in the same twilight region of the sky, surrounding a very thin crescent Moon, just 12% lit.

You’ll be able to spot Venus and Saturn with the naked eye, but you’ll need clear, dark skies and binoculars (if not a telescope) to be able to spot Neptune.” (Our Media Ltd. www.ourmedia.co.uk © Our Media 2024)

 

Bratislava Christmas Markets 2024

Having been to Berlin Christmas Markets last year, I was very excited to experience the markets again, this time in a smaller city. I had been to Bratislava many years ago – we stopped off as part of a Danube cruise. I knew that the old town was quite small and I had read that the festive spirit here was magical.

Day 1

The joy of the early morning flight was that we arrived into Bratislava early. It was lovely to see the scenery of both Austria and Slovakia on the two hour bus trip from Vienna and our guide filled us in on the history of this part of Europe. We were able to check in immediately at the Tatra Hotel. After a quick freshen up, I started out to explore the old town immediately.

 

The Presidential Palace, just around the corner from the Tatra Hotel, was an ideal landmark. It’s great when you’re travelling alone to be able to sort out the best ways to get home!!!!!

 

The Capuchin Church (Bratislava is a town of churches!) was my first port of call, by luck more than design. It was good to sit for a while in the peace and quiet and plan the rest of my walking.

The entry to the old town was through St Michael’s Gate. It was easy not to be tempted by the very touristy shops along the narrow Michalska, however, I could not pass the Honey Shop.

 

 

 

 

While sipping Honey wine there (free sample) I did most of my presie shopping there.

 

 

Just around the corner, I discovered one of the Christmas Markets. Very atmospheric, a square full of stalls, some crafts but mostly eats and drinks.   Brian recommended the Tatra Tea – would certainly warm the cockles of your heart, but pretty strong!!!!

I missed the text from Travel Dep that about venue for dinner – so seated myself in the hotel dining room – no worries: I was served a lovely Slovakian dinner and wine (€25).

Day 2

Our guide met us in the hotel lobby next morning and surprised us with the news we would have a coach tour around the city. The promised walking tour would follow.

We drove along the Danube stopping first at Slavín. Designed by Ján Svetlík, the site consists of a staircase, a cemetery with graves of 6,845 Soviet soldiers who fell while liberating Bratislava from the Nazis at the end of WW2 and a central solemn hall with various statues, inscriptions, a symbolic sarcophagus made of white marble, a 42 m high obelisk topped with a statue of a Soviet soldier, and on the outside walls are inscriptions of the dates of liberation of various places in Slovakia during 1944–45.

Our next stop was Bratislava Castle, built in 9th century. It stands on the hill above Danube river at the crossroads of ancient routes going back to the Stone and Bronze ages. Built as a fortress in the 9th century, it provided protection from Tartars and Magyars; it staged the coronation of eleven kings and eight queens and became a residence in the time of the Habsburgs.

Our walking tour began beside St Martin’s Cathedral. Bratislava is probably one of the few cities in Europe where there is little reference to the Holocaust. Bratislava was the main seat of Jewish learning over the centuries and it is this that is celebrated with the Chatham Soper Memorial.   Also the Jewish quarter was demolished to build the SNP Bridge. However Pamataj, a memorial to the plaque near St Martin’s Cathedral

 

 

Christmas Tree Forest was a fascinating idea – a collection of trees decorated by various schools around Slovakia, which will be donated to charities on Christmas Eve.

 

A Slovakian Bakery – to which I returned, to sample traditional cake and coffee. Minimum €13 spend and so worth it.

Vintage shops – great bargains to be had but not for a 10kg traveller and maybe just as well.

 

The Blue Church – way off the beaten track and not mentioned at all by our guide; actually she was surprised that I knew of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Street sculptures

 

 

After all the market snacking, I didn’t need a dinner this evening

DAY 3

After breakfast this morning, I hit for the Cathedral for Sunday Mass. It’s wonderful to listen to a language that bears no resemblance western European languages – you truly just enjoy the music of the sounds. It was also interesting to see so many young people participating in the ceremonies, in word and song.

It was gorgeous to stroll along the Danube on Sunday morning and watch the joggers, dog walkers, families, etc share the sunny Sunday morning. I stopped at one of the riverside restaurants for breakfast and to people watch. My destination was the Eurovia Gallery, a massive shopping centre.

Hana Exhibition in the Town Hall – the life story of an amazing woman from 18th Century – a mother, a housewife, a craft maker, a writer and poet, an agent for social change. This was a wonderful exhibition.

I listened to Christmas carols outside the Town Hall by children from a village school in the Tatra mountains.

I joined the “tour people” for dinner this evening – just to be sociable. Lovely traditional dinner.

DAY 4

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