Could everyone write one simple essay about something that once happened in Saltaire…that they saw or were a part of…and put it on one big website? Somebody should collect a lot of stories before we all forget. Otherwise it is like a line in “On The Beach” : The history of the war that now would never be written.” -(JO'H)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

IS ANYONE OUT THERE READING US? LET US KNOW!

In recent weeks, Saltaire38.blogspot.com has posted pictures in which people recognized themselves or relatives from 50 years ago. We have posted stories about Saltairians from long ago and posted stories about Saltairians from 2008. We have heard from people we haven't heard from in decades and posted stories and pictures and historical pieces long ago forgotten. We have friends checking in from all over the country.

None of these myriad people, memories, thoughts, pictures, stories and histories will ever be together under one roof at some big reunion anywhere. A blog like this is the only real chance for a Saltaire reunion of everybody who was ever interested in the place.

This is worth holding together.

But our hold on all this is tenuous. The couple of editors here are running out of their own ideas. This Blog needs your help and your input because we have no interest in perpetuating a blog about the editors' take on life at the beach -- that would be hoplessly boring, and there are already millions of narcissistic blogs out there that nobody reads: ("My Reflections on Life as a Nerd.com.") We want to hear from anyone who has anything at all to say about Saltaire. We don't need anything time consuming or expensive. Nothing eloquent-- an occasional thought or two-- or a picture. Tell us how you learned to swim or sail. These are the threads we need to stitch this blog together.


Let us know if you are reading us. We know we are getting a good number of "hits," but can't tell from whom-- we would love to hear from anyone and everyone. Just drop a line. Mention an old name. E mail an old photo. We are sure everybody would love to hear from you.







The Editors




"Its so nice to meet an old friend
And pass the time of day
And talk about the home town
A million miles away
Is the ice still on the river
Are the old folks still the same
And by the way
Did she mention my name? "
(Gordon Lightfoot)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yeah, Denis O'Shea here. Got Jimmy's letter a while back and finally decided to check it out.
I'll be letting my siblings Maire, Carbery, Kathleen, Patsy, etc. know and would expect at least one or two to chime in. I've got some shots of Capt'n. Al's B Day watermelon party to contribute as well as some from the rug rats of the early 60s. Enjoyed the post about ringing the bell, I was a admirer of those with the verve to do it.

JOH said...

THANK YOU DENIS.

WE WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM ANY AND ALL O'SHEAS. THIS BLOG IS NOT ABOUT US EDITORS' THOUGHTS BUT EVERYONE'S THOUGHTS AND IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO PAINT A PICTURE ABOUT OLD SALTAIRE WITHOUT SIGNIFICANT O'SHEA INPUT. HEARING FROM AN O'SHEA ITS LIKE UNCOVERING THE RUINS OF CASTLE CARBERY.

Anonymous said...

Well, I happened to have a picture of Carbery Castle, our ancient home, on my stairwell. "Carbery" was actually not a name but a title. The head of the tribe was the "first Carbery" - you know - the big wheel of the lot. Probably carried a big stick or more likely a big broad sword. Sometime Jim I'll tell you the story of why our grandfather, John O'Shea, was forced to flee the emerald isle. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

JOH said...

Because it was written: "and Cuchulain's Carbery would cross the sea and multiply on the Isle of Fire..."

Táin Bó Cúailnge.




JOH