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Irish History Projects
well done to all who worked together on our Michael Collins and Eamonn De Valera portrait albums. great job!
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Mid Term Break
Mossbawn house
Ballaghy
Northern Ireland
2\3\1952
To all my friends at st. columbs boarding school
I am writing to you to tell you why I have not been back at school.
A devastating tragedy has struck my family. My four year old brother, Christopher, has been killed in a road accident. I was away at school when it happened and I hadn't seen my family in six weeks. Our neighbours John and Alice drove me home from school that day. I was expecting my parents to collect me, and bring me home for the break.
When I arrived home my father was sitting in the porch with his head in his hands, crying. I had never seen him cry before. The baby was as happy as ever, cooing in the pram. He had no idea what was going on. I was quite jealous of him at this point, the devestation in my heart was unbearable.
When I arrived inside the house all these old men who I didn't even know started shaking my hand and telling me they were 'sorry for my troubles'. It was quite embarrassing.
Little Christopher's tiny body was brought to the house at ten o'clock that night in an ambulance. I couldn't quite pluck up the courage to see him until the next morning. He just lay there in a four foot box. He looked so peaceful, as if he was sleeping. He was very pale and the only colour on his face was a poppy bruise on his left temble.
I loved and adored my brother and he will be very dearly missed by my family and I.
Your friend
Seamus.
by Niamh O'Gorman.
Mid Term Break
Mossbawn,
Bellachy,
Northern Ireland.
20/2/1953
Dear John,
I am writing to tell you about the accident involving my little brother, Christopher.
I was with you when it happened, but all i know is that he is gone and I can't get him back. He was hit by a car and it knocked him clear. When I came home I saw my father crying in the porch, which is unusual because he doesn't cry at funerals, but at this one he had to.
When i went into the house there were lots of old men standing up to shake my hand and tell me they were "sorry for my trouble". It was very decent of them to do that, but I don't like being made feel like I'm an old man. My mother was very upset, but she didn't cry, instead she coughed out angry,tearless sighs. I tried to soothe her with a hug.
At 10 o' clock the ambulance arrived with the body, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. they brought little Christopher up to his room and lay him down on his bed. At that moment I thought I caught a glimpse of his face, smiling at me, but today is no day for smiling.
The next morning I went up into the room. Mother must have laid out candles along the bedside. I noticed a poppy bruise on his left temple. No gaudy scars or anything. What saddens me is that I hadn't seen him in 6 weeks and he was only 4 years old.
I won't be in school for a while, but could you please keep Christopher in your thoughts and prayers,
Yours mournfully,
Seamus Heaney.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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