I WOULD like to thank Joe Horgan for the snapshot he gave me in his article about the Southside of Cork (The Irish Post, July 3). The bogs he wrote about were our playground when we grew up in the 1940s and ’50s. It was a magical place to grow up with the West Cork Railway shaking through the bogs, the Tramore River where we fished for sticklebacks, the Black Ash where the tinkers camped for the summer. We were sad to watch them leave in their horse-drawn caravans as we knew it was almost time for school to re-open after the long summer holidays. Like Joe, it is all vivid in my mind after all these years. The peace of the countryside and the soft grass beneath our bare feet awakens each time I visit. It has all changed but the memories I have are of a Turner’s Cross that will live in my heart. Marie O’Reilly Hayling Island
Celebrating 125 years of the GAA, Railway Cup Ruislip 2009.