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For nearly 1,200 years there has been a continuous sculpture at the junction of College St. with Pearse St. and D’Olier St. The following is a rough description:

~ 837 – 1720 = The Long Stone, otherwise known as  The Steyn(e) or Stein.
~ 1862 – 1959 = The Crampton Memorial.
~ 1986 – Present = The Long Stone replica.

The old Viking ‘Long Stone’ was first constructed by Norsemen in 837 AD to symbolise their possession of the surrounding lands. The historic stone itself “escaped all the vicissitudes of time, the invasions of the Danes, the wars of Celts and Saxons, the struggles of Royalists and Republicans” (Ireland and the Celtic church, (1907) p. 281) but was eventually stolen in 1794. Does anyone know where it is now?

The Crampton Memorial, known colloquially as ‘The Water Baby’ and ‘The Cauliflower’, took its place and was situated at the junction of College St. with Pearse St. and D’Olier St. for nearly one hundred years. It was designed by John Kirk (son of Thomas Kirk (1781 – 1845)) and is named after Sir Philip Crampton (1777–1858), an eminent surgeon and anatomist. The memorial, which was made up of a stone base with three drinking fountains, slowly fell apart and was finally removed in 1959.

The Crampton Memorial (1900)

The Crampton Memorial (1930s/1940s?)

Sketch of The Crampton Memorial

In 1986, a replica of the Long Stone (designed by Cliodhna Cussen, mother of Aengus Ó Snodaigh and Rossa, Rónán, and Colm of Kíla) was erected. The 11 foot granite sculpture has the head of Ivar, the first Norse king of Dublin and who is believed to have erected the original Stein, on the base of one side and a head of a nun, from All Hallows monastery, which is thought to have been situated on the site in the Middle Ages, on the other.

The present day Long Stone replica sculpture (Erected, 1986)

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The Voice of Labour

I got a strange notion into my head last week, went on a bit of a blitz and picked up as much Christy Moore stuff as I could get my hands on…  Now the following track might not be new to a lot of people on here, but I thought it a powerful rendition so I thought I’d share it with anyone who hasn’t heard it. Anyways; from the evergreen Christy Moore, I give you “James Larkin.”

"A labour man with a union tongue."

Just press play…

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Just behind Temple Bar, I walked into this by surprise. Some excellent work.

‘Lennon’, keep going!

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I hadn’t!

A tip of the hat to CHTM regular commenter Oisin, who presumed I’d seen it somewhere down the line. How bizarre. If you didn’t cop straight away, this is beside The Auld Dubliner and Oliver St.John Gogarty pubs.

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I’m hoping to write a piece on the history of reggae in Dublin, similar to what I’ve done so far on the Mod scene in Dublin and the Rockabilly scene.

From anecdotal evidence, I’ve heard the first places to play reggae in Dublin was Mothers nightclub on Mary Street and the Osibisa on King Street South both in the early to mid 1970s. (The Cimarons playing Cork in c. 1978/9 was the gig that really put reggae on the map in Ireland. Probably similar enough to what it did for punk in the city when The Clash played the exam hall in TCD in 1978.)

There was of course Zebra, Ireland’s first reggae band, and their 1979 single Repression.

Does anyone have any more information on these clubs, the DJs, the people who went  or anything else on the history of reggae in the city? Please email me directly at matchgrams(at)gmail.com

Mothers poster (C.Fisher, personal collection)

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James Connolly Documentary.

A new documentary on everyone’s favourite Hibernian F.C supporter….

Connolly and I spoke again in 1907 at an Italian Socialist meeting early one Sunday morning….I asked Connolly “Who will speak in Italian?” He smiled his rare smile and replied “We’ll see. Someone,surely.” After we had both spoken they called a recess and gave us coffee and cake behind the scenes, a novel but welcome experience for us. Stale water was the most we got elsewhere! Then, we returned to the platform and Connolly arose. He spoke beautifully in Italian to my amazement and the delight of the audience who viva’d loudly.

-Taken from The Rebel Girl by Elizabeth Gurley Flynn. First published 1955.

Spotted this in Look Left magazine, a new documentary on the life, times and legacy of James Connolly is to get its world premiere screening on September 12th in Liberty Hall.

It comes from Brian O’ Flaherty, and the list of contributors includes everyone from Colm Meaney to Fintan O’ Toole. Of particular note is this following line. The film includes original music contributions from Christy Moore, Andy Irvine, Adrian Dunbar, Paul Cleary and Jimmy Kelly.

Tickets can be picked up from Liberty Hall, apparently. Expect a full house.

This new documentary on the life and work of James Connolly, made by Brian O’Flaherty, will have its world premiere in Liberty Hall on 12 September and will then be shown every day for the following week. Admission €10.

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“We no longer have a retail outlet in Dublin, but visitors to our new base, in a converted stables, near Lucan, just outside Dublin, are welcome, by appointment.”
Irish Historical Picture Company online.

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I used to spend a good bit of time in here, The Irish Historical Picture Company.

In truth, there probably wasn’t a street in Ireland they didn’t have a snap of in a previous life. Sometimes however it was more fun to just browse random parts of the country, looking at amazing images that in some cases gave life to the old saying, the one about a thousand words and all that.

Of course, a simple eBay search shows it isn’t impossible to find such images. Yet the sheer volume of them, under one roof, was staggering. From the revolutionary years to quiet rural roads of the nineteenth century, headline news to daily routine was well documented. Occasionally, if I am giving a walking tour, a tourist will ask about this place, saying they spotted it across the Liffey. At this time of year in particular it is missed.

I only spotted it again recently in all truth from the upstairs window of the Workman’s Club pub, which provides a look down over the Liffey. It’s shopfront is redecorated in the way closed down shops tend to be, a mix of idiotic tags nobody can read, notices for this, that and the other and pasted political posters. A few letters have vanished too, but not enough to confuse anyone about what existed there before.

How funny the snap above now shows the past life of a place that frequently amazed me itself with an image of a familiar site in days long gone by.

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