I took these photos in 1981 when my mother and I visited Ireland. It was my second visit, and mom’s first. We had a wonderful time driving around Ireland like idiot American tourists. We visited relatives, shopped for tchotchkes, ate some bad food, drank some great beer, and even got caught up in a riot in Dublin after Bobby Sands died in prison in Northern Ireland.
All of the relatives wanted to know what we thought about “the Troubles,” and we wanted to know where to buy Aran sweaters on the cheap. Ok. We weren’t all that clueless, but one of mom’s younger cousins, who was a card-carrying communist, was barely civil when we claimed ignorance. What she didn’t know was mom told me to keep my mouth shut and leave the religion and politics at the door–I think she was afraid I would say something to upset the relatives.
The day after the riot incident, we visited Glendalough in Wicklow. All these many years later, I’ve lost track of how many times I havew traipsed around the monastic ruins in the Wicklow mountains. I went the first time with my Great Uncle Turlough in 1976, later with my mom in 1981, and many more times during the times I lived in Dublin. I took my mom and dad there when they visited me, Clover took her first swim in the lake at Glendalough.
This photo was originally a slide, converted to a print, scanned in by me, and fixed up in Photoshop. If you’re ever in Ireland, I highly recommend a day or more at Glendalough. There is something very special about this place. And, the Woolen Mill in Laragh which is right around the corner (more or less) has wonderful sweaters.
I wanted to add that this isn’t a sepia tinted photo, but the real color and light of the day. The only manipulating I did in PS was to apply a dust/scratch filter.