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The first Station: Work

Tuesday, 24 November, 2015 0 Comments

Look at these faces. What do you see? Life. Health. Energy. Family. Friends. Play. Work. This photo opens a door to the past and reveals a summer glimpse of a lost world. We know now how the story will end for some of the characters in this scene, but that’s hindsight. For the moment let us stay with what was captured on film when the shutter was released on that summer day.

Hay day at home

What’s going on here? The hay that was saved has been transported from the meadow and is being stored in a barn so that the livestock will have food for autumn, winter and spring. It’s an existential moment because that hay is the fuel for the engines of the enterprise: the cows. No hay, no milk; no milk, no money. No money… It’s a knife-edge moment, but there is no sign of anxiety in this image. Instead, there is acceptance. It was hoped that the hay would be saved. It was expected that it would be gathered in to the barn and it was accepted that whatever obstacles emerged along the way the cycle would repeat itself annually for the benefit of all those present and to come.

Yes, there was fatalism in this worldview, but not resignation. “‘Tis the will of God” was how misfortune was explained. There had to be a reason for setbacks, especially those that affected the most vulnerable, but it was assumed that a higher agency was involved and life went on and so did work.

For my mother, work was neither an occupation nor a career. It was an all-encompassing mission. Work secured. Work provided. Work was noble and necessary. “She’s a great worker” was the ultimate praise. “Slavery”, on the other hand, was the word used to dismiss the miserable life of the workaholic. “He’s a pure slave” is how she would describe the farmer bent over double with rheumatism after a lifetime spent in pursuit of money. It was the definitive waste of our brief time on earth.

For my mother, work was an extraordinary series of tasks that began at down and ended, often, after midnight. There was lighting the fire, milking the cows, feeding the calves, baking bread, preparing dinner, washing clothes, making tea, knitting jumpers, darning socks, planting vegetables, pruning flowers, visiting the sick, attending funerals, going to Mass, selling livestock, buying hens, painting, cooking, cleaning, shopping, caring, helping, loving, talking, thinking… This list is not exhaustive, but it is exhausting. Not that she ever used the word. “I’m tired,” she would sometimes say. “I’m exhausted”, never.

Our next station in this series of 14 photographs is Food.


Fear no more the heat o’ the sun

Sunday, 28 July, 2013 0 Comments

Today, we’re being threatened with temperatures in the region of 40°C. Time to think cool thoughts of the past winter, when snow was general. Time, too, to think of Cymbeline by William Shakespeare, which is based on legends of the early Celtic King Cunobelinus. The most famous verse in the play is the funeral song […]

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The sound of oncoming summer

Saturday, 1 June, 2013 0 Comments

Summer, if it ever comes, will have its own soundtrack in the form of “Get Lucky” from Random Access Memories, the new album by the French house music duo Daft Punk. This infectious disco/funk song was co-written by Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers, and here it’s performed by the up-and-coming Struts from Derby in England.

“Like the legend of the Phoenix
All ends with beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning
The force of love beginning
We’ve come too far to give up who we are
So let’s raise the bar and our cups to the stars
We’re up all night ’til the sun”


Farwell to summer

Friday, 31 August, 2012

Traditionally, summer extends for the months of June, July and August in the northern hemisphere. And now that it’s ending, filled with grief as its passing, we’ll bid farewell to those lazy, hazy days with the immortal, ethereal verse of Emily Dickinson. As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To […]

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