LOCAL CHEMIST SHOP
Our local chemist shop, O'Sullivan's, is situated as an ectention to King's Island Primary Care Centre. It is open six days a week, with early closing at 2pm on Saturdays. As well as stocking an electic array of medically-related needs, it keeps a sure-fast method as to the dispensing of prrecription drugs. A person simply rings to remind them, and presto, they are ready in the paper bag for you to take away upon arrival. Their contact number is 061 445050. Meanwhile, our prized Primary Care Centre adjacent to the chemist shop, is always a welcome ambient for any medical needs one may have. Here you will find all members of staff, including the attendant Doctors, available five days a week from early to late in the afternoon. Quality time and care, one might say, is their mantra, and one feels they are not being rushed out the door ever and how very grateful we are to them, one and all! Their contact number is 061 311811.
MAE LEONARD
Now, Mae Leonard who hails from the Parish
Her priceless pieces on radio we cherish,
She is so full of knowledge
Just like a graduate from college,
And, as a native, no way did she perish!
(with reference to that infamous 'curse'!)
One is apt to catch Mae's mellifluous tones now and then, if you tune in to RTE Radio One at 6.15 am sharp from Monday to Friday. Mae featured on the 16th with a piece on her first trip to the Carnegie Library.
POET JOHN LIDDY
Very good to see that our gifted native poet, John Liddy, has returned for various readings, one at the Whitehouse, during October. Though not specifically from our Parish, John can claim roots there. His late and lovely mother, Maureen, was born and reared in the very house I have been resident of, for over fifty years now. My friend and I used often meet John in one of Limerick's oldest 'hostelries' now closed, in downtown Limerick. Although domiciled in Spain for many decades, this inspiring and revered poet, has never lost his touch with the city of his birth, with all its old warts and wrinkles. An astute observer of human nature, John thrives on reality. One of my favourite poems of John is, if I remember right, where he asks his mother if he could skip Sunday Mass, and having got his way, remains in the kitchen helping his mother in tha paring of potatoes in preparation for dinner. Yet another, I recall was that of his viewing his father, either prior to or following death, and remarking on his hands. When I catch up with either poem, I will cite a verse from both, as space does not allow for many verses, generally. In the meantime, it was good to learn from the pages of this newspaper last week, that our favourite leterary son, has been honoured as Person of the Month by the 'Limerick Leader'. Comhghairdeas do Seán!
