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Imelda Conway-Duffy

Growing Jim

By the age of seven, my brother, Jimmy had discovered a whole new world: Gaelic football. For this occupation, ‘kit’ was required and it fell to my mother to ‘kit him out’ in knicks, socks, jersey and boots. A neighbour, whom we all knew as ‘The Granny’ was a ‘handy woman with a sewing machine’, and only too delighted to assemble a pair of knicks for ‘the little lad’. A couple of days after measurements were taken, we were told to stop off at The Granny’s house on our way home from school and collect them. Up beside the open fire, we were plied with lemonade and biscuits, ‘Granny’ tending to simmering pots over the fire, crooked grin and twinkling eyes an invitation to her heart, invited Jimmy to ‘grab that handle and give that wheel a turn’. He duly took hold of the handle on the giant iron wheel…

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