Rivers Street, Clonmel, under the shadows of the Comeragh foothills. The street joins with College Street (formerly Duckett Street) and is the subject of this letter from Tom O'Flaherty, in London.
Curley Wee, Gussie Goose, Johnny Buckets, Puss Woods, Mary from Heaven, recalling Clonmel characters of a bygone era
Tom O’Flaherty, 50 Mount Ephraim Lane, London SW16 1SD, November 5, 2018
While looking through old family paraphernalia I came across the attached love story which was written in 1904 by the Clonmel poet, Charles J. Boland. I had read the story many years ago and felt then that it was quite sad. However, upon recent reading I have had a change of heart and I now believe that this tender tale has a relatively happy ending.
Although I am delighted that Miss Duckett achieved her wish to have a change of name through her marriage to Mr. College, my delight is somewhat tempered with regret that Clonmel lost that lovely name Duckett, forever. Thankfully, however, the equally lovely name of Rivers is still with us and long may it continue. The worry is, of course, that some small-minded, two-bit, vote-catching, self- serving politician decides to moot a change in name as in the case of Gordon Street and Prince Edward Place (with apologies to Ernie - older readers will remember).
Gordon Street will always live on with me and many others. After all Gordon Street can claim to have “the loveliest chapel in Methodism,” which is a masterpiece of Clonmel architect William Tinsley who, although regarded perhaps as Ireland’s and most certainly Clonmel’s greatest architect, has still not had a street named after him.
I also happened upon a booklet by F.W. Boland entitled “The Lost Years.” This booklet was printed by “The Clonmel Chronicle” (the predecessor of ‘The Nationalist’) and is a narrative of the experiences of an ordinary soldier from the time he joined the First World War in 1915 up to his return home in June 1919. Does anybody know who F.W. Boland was?
Inserted within the booklet is a list of old Clonmel people (some with a sobriquet) - John Bull, Hannah The Duck, Mary from Heaven, Bunker Robinson, Tommy Bluebird, Johnny Buckets, Scorchie McGrath, Puss Woods, The Brass Castle, Curley Wee, Gussie Goose, The Drooping Lily. I recall all the people on this list, some more clearly than others. I wonder if any of your readers know anything about these characters.
Perhaps Margaret Rossiter remembers and will enlighten us.
MISS DUCKETT STREET AND MISS RIVERS STREET
Miss Duckett Street was a prim old maid
And because of her ways being starched and staid
As years went by she got more afraid
Of her chances growing fewer.
Most of the neighbourhood streets she knew
Had dropped old names and taken new
But like herself there were left a few
On the shelf, by the amber Suir.
Her nearest friends was Miss Rivers Street
Another old maid precise and neat
And once of late when they chanced to meet,
For they couldn’t exist apart,
Miss Duckett Street to her friend appealed
For advice on a matter ‘til now concealed
And in strictest confidence revealed
The secret of her heart.
With many a giggle and pout she told her friend
That she knew she was growing old
And that ere her heart became too cold
To cherish love’s secret flame
She wished to name the happy day
To settle herself in life and say
The words love, honour and obey
In short, to change her name.
Miss Rivers Street’s answer is not preserved
Though ‘tis said by the shock she was quite unnerved
And hinted she thought she had not deserved,
At least not to her knowledge,
To be left alone in advancing years
But despite her sisterly prayers and tears
Miss Duckett Street, last Shrove appears
To have taken the name of College.