A Young Historian's Notebook : 6. ‘We can’t all be kings and queens’

     6. About People 

     I’ve been very fortunate over the course of my studies from secondary school to third level to have met so many great people interested in the subject of history. When sitting my Leaving Cert in Mount Sion, there were only 5 students to take the Higher-Level paper. Two of those are friends of mine to this day. Bogdan Chaus from the Ukraine had a passion for young men in search of power such as Napoleon and Michael Collins.

He always sought to be precise and pursued perfection which has stood him in good stead as he now plays in a band Deep Foxy Glow with Ailise O’Neill. Now known as Dan, it would be fair to say he loves Irish history far more than anyone I’ve ever come across. The other stalwart of Billy Doherty’s class was Michael Murphy, whose love of history led him to pursue criminal justice. He was always interested in the injustices of society and how law worked and was intrigued by cases of the past. Michael is a hard man to defeat in a debate as he is eloquent in making his points and has the facts retained to back it up. I hope one day he becomes a history teacher. 

     My greatest friend through a shared passion for history is a man named David Robson. Members of the Waterford Archaeological & Historical Society would know David for his excellent talk on the making of Barry Lyndon a few years ago. The Limerick Junction native is a warm and kind spirit, and there is no friendlier person in the world. David’s passion is Irish history during the years 1912-22 and he consumed it like people watch soccer or the Kardashians. His enthusiasm for the subject is being utilised in Kilmainham Gaol as David enlightens visitors from all over the world and of all ages about one of our country’s most historic and to some scared places. Though we both disagree on a wide array of issues from De Valera to Mel Gibson, I’ve always enjoyed listening to him over a pint. 

      From people we have special moments too. I’ve been fortunate to work with Bartek Gozdur in the King of the Vikings virtual reality experience in the Viking Triangle. Bartek is a heavy metal obsessed Polish marauder who brings the story of these Norsemen to life. He doesn’t "work as a re-enactor"; he is a Viking. Anyone who has talked to Bartek for even 10 minutes would know he loves Norse mythology and scaring people as a Viking.

A couple of years ago we were invited by Dara Cunningham’s teacher to visit St. Mary’s National School where Bartek would tell nearly 60 primary school students the history of Waterford and the Vikings. The kids were engrossed in this living, breathing Viking talking of daily life making combs from cow bone and various battles he survived. 

     The best moment was when a young girl asked him the last question of the day. It was like something from the cornflakes Christmas ad, this little girl asked the Viking did children back then have toys with particular reference to teddy bears. If John Mullane was a wreck after the 2004 Munster final, I wasn’t too far behind him after witnessing a really special moment. The child asked a really pertinent question to her because she was captivated by the subject. If we were able to get one child interested in history, that hour in Ballygunner was more than worth the effort. That moment was priceless to Bartek as he was encouraging the students to see history as it related to them. 

     We’ll all have ups and downs in life. We can’t all be kings and queens. But we have to try and appreciate our experiences and the people we meet. This is where the stories begin and our love for history starts. It has been a subject that has been good to me. I hope more people will fall in love with it. 

The end... or is it?

A Young Historian's Notebook : 1. Why Do You Like History?

Over a few articles, Cian Manning shares with us his thoughts on his love of History,  

and gives some advice to budding historians. 

1. Why Do You Like History?

     Over the course of several years from volunteering with the Deerpark CBS Homework Club in Cork to working on a local history program with Ms. Laura O’Brien in Mount Sion Primary School, the most common question I’m asked is why do you like History? The first time I was asked this was also the first time that I had to give thought to why I loved a subject that a lot of people find dusty, stuffy and boring (and not necessarily in that order). If anything it could say a lot about my personality! 

The Bull Post on the Hill of Ballybricken, Waterford City

     Firstly, I was always encouraged by my parents to learn about the history of Waterford and Ireland. My dad Ollie is the proudest Waterfordian I know and whenever we went away on holidays to sunnier climes he promoted Ireland’s oldest city. If anything the Tourist Board owe my father a fortune in his public relations endeavours. Once in Lisbon we met a Canadian businessman who appeared to be a real highflyer, who travelled to London and Tokyo, but my father simply put it that this man hadn’t experienced anything till he visited Ballybricken. Tis a state of mind you know. My brother Olin and I would joke about it but since we were in college in Cork we’ve morphed into mini versions of our dad. Tipperary and Kerry students had Lar Corbett and Gooch Cooper with oodles of All-Irelands, we had Mount Sion, Edmund Rice’s first school and Paddy Coad, the greatest Irish soccer player to never play for an English team. Ye can keep yer Celtic crosses lads! 

Blue Plaque to Paddy Coad,
Doyle Street, Waterford City

     These interests were nurtured by trips to Wexford to learn about 1798 which led me to telling my senior infant class teacher Sharon O’Connor that I dreamed of becoming a ‘Pikeman’ (everyone else said a footballer or millionaire). She was the first teacher to encourage my interest in history at such a young age printing off reams of papers of Egyptian hieroglyphs and statutes to colour in. There were great visits to the Dunbrody where a re-enactor/guide set us the challenge of each question we asked would get her an item of food to feed her starving family. Safe to say I asked enough questions that it would have fed the whole of the ship for months. But it was the encouragement and cultivating the interest that has always stayed with me.

Statue of a Pikeman, Wexford

     Whenever I’m asked the question now of why do I like History? I simply quote one of my mam Miriam’s favourite wordsmiths, Marti Pellow of Wet, Wet, Wet, “it’s all around me” (okay maybe a slight paraphrasing there). History is there in the stories of our parents; it’s in the names of our streets, our schools and sports clubs. Since the centenary of the 1916 Easter Rising there’s an insatiable appetite in young students to learn more and more about the past.

A few years later now I’m  asked how do I learn more? To quote another poet, W.B. Yeats, ‘Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire’, may students be encouraged to learn more about their history for years to come. 

To be continued

HURLEY SIGNED BY THE 2004 MUNSTER CHAMPIONSHIP WINNING WATERFORD TEAM - A SHORT STORY BY CIAN MANNING

A bit of Noughties nostalgia concerning Mount Sion Primary School and the glory days of CLG Port Lairge - Waterford GAA. See if you can spot a young Austin Gleeson.


Poetry Day Waterford
30 April 2020
❤️A short story by Cian Manning ❤️

The ash hurley stands at a length of 32 inches and is around half an inch in thickness. From memory I can’t recall who it was made by or where it was purchased from. No doubt it was bought by my mam to get a few minutes peace from me badgering on about needing a goalie hurley. I played as a corner-back but for some reason I NEEDED this stick with enlarged bas. 

Hurley signed by the Waterford team who defeated Cork in the Munster final in 2004.
It was the first time since 1959 that Na Deise had beaten the Rebels in the provincial decider. 

In 2004 I was around 9 or 10 years of age, the bas seemed enormous in comparison to the crappy spindle of a Lifestyle branded hurley I had in my possession. That latter hurley looked something more of the style used by hurlers of the early 20th century or on the hockey fields of today. It survived though and bears the autograph of the Kilkenny legend Eddie Keher. We happened to be on a Sunday spin with hurleys and tennis balls thrown in the back of our maroon Ford Estate. My brother Olin and myself pitched up to play the All-Ireland final in July in Graiguenamanagh, Co. Kilkenny but surprisingly no one turned up. At that young age, this mild-mannered Kilkenny man, then in his early 60s didn’t seem to embody what I considered to be the traits of a hurling great. It wasn’t so much his age or even physical prowess (even in his early 60s Keher was a fit man) but the fact he didn’t wear Puma Kings, he didn’t have a buzzcut hair style nor wore his collar up like John Mullane. I thought hurlers wore their kit ready for a game seven days a week.  Keher’s apparent disappointment in me is consoled by the fact the Rower-Inistioge man holds 6 All-Ireland medals. 

Yet the hurley from 2004 which joined my Eddie Keher-signed stick brings back memories before even being signed by that victorious Waterford team. I can remember playing hurling on Mattie’s Hill with my father. There were two trees at a distance which were the perfect natural posts for Gaelic Games. My new goalie stick (which is really just a normal adult hurley) was put to use. The only problem was I didn’t want to mark it. A slight inconvenience considering the stick was used to save goals. I loved the pure white of the planed ash, the grain appeared to count the many glorious summers where there was never a wet day and the biggest worry was which cartoon to watch first in the morning. That evening in Waterford city with my father I did everything in my power to stop the ball without marking my hurley. I stopped the tennis ball with my head, hands and even dived across the goal and blocked the ball with my ankle. To really illustrate this remarkable (modest I know) athletic feat I resembled Superman flying led by my feet instead of hands outstretched like Christopher Reeves in those movies in the 70s and 80s. If recorded no doubt I would have been the first ten-year old in the history of hurling to be awarded an All-Star in goal without needing a hurley to stop the ball. Mattie’s Hill was and still is quite literally my ‘field of dreams’.

The young hurlers of Cnoc Sion pictured at the Mount Sion Field in the early Noughties. Paraic Fanning (later Waterford senior hurling manager in 2019), John Cleere (who captained the club to Munster Championship glory in 2002) and Eoin Kelly (winner of two All-Star awards for Waterford) are also pictured. 

The former Wexford hurler Diarmuid Lying in his wonderfully evocative TedxWexford talk in 2016 described how in stripping back the hurley in view he saw ‘club and parish…community…our history and heritage…’ My maternal great-grandfather William Murphy was the winner of back-to-back Waterford County titles with the Shamrocks club in 1915-16. His son, my grandfather, Thomas ‘Tunney’ Murphy played for the P.H. Pearse club (which his own father was involved in establishing) winning a number of underage and junior titles. In fact he played alongside Austin Gleeson, the grandfather of the current Waterford star bearing the same name. My cousin Kyle Murphy played with the St. Saviours club and was selected to play for the minor Waterford team which numbered Tony Browne. Kyle was also adept at Gaelic Football winning a county title with his club in 1998. 

Though my father’s side can’t claim as great a success in Gaelic Games as my mother’s, he does however have a very close connection to Croke Park. His father Michael (my grandfather obviously says you) was a successful participant in the All-Army Championships winning the ‘Hop, Step, and Jump’ now known as the ‘Triple Jump’ at Croke Park in 1924. These stories would form my history and heritage associated with the simplistic ash stick. I live near and was educated at Mount Sion schools. A storied hurling nursery and a community which continues to prosper to this day. When I was in primary school there was ‘Yard League Hurling’ the description really explains it all and near the end of the school season, finals were held among each year grouping. I can remember in 4th class winning the final with a number of my classmates. The following year I was on the losing side of a 7-1 score line though I did score our consolation goal. To be frank I was more an adept ‘hurler on the ditch’ than actually good at the game. My brother was always far more talented in sport which seemed to come so naturally to him like rain in the Comeragh Mountains. My ability was more in breaking bones and causing myself numerous injuries. I was the very definition of accident prone.

Those school years were great times for my brother and myself. Between 2002 to 2004 Mount Sion won three county titles in a row. The Monastery Men won a Munster Championship in 2002. It was days of ‘wine and roses’ or to my child-self wine gums and Cadbury’s Roses. The celebration in the school hall of the successes was nearly an annual affair. When Sion were defeated by De La Salle in the 2005 county semi-final I remember the distinct feeling of disbelief that Mount Sion didn’t win. Those years coincided with our communions which in turn were met by Waterford winning Munster titles in 2002 and 2004. Those were joyous summers but were tinged with moments of sadness. I can remember my first time in Semple Stadium Thurles in 2003 seeing Waterford and Limerick playing out an electric 4-13 a piece draw. For some reason I can’t recall why the game wasn’t televised nor was there much of a highlights package ever to be seen. What appeared to be the perfect Sunday for me and my dad was ended with the news my grandmother had broken her hip. Even sadder was that she never returned to her home when she died in early 2007. 

Juvenile Mount Sion players photographed with the Munster Championship trophy.
Waterford captain Ken McGrath and Mount Sion captain Anthony Kirwan are also pictured.
In the back-row are Mount Sion legend Jim Greene and a young Austin Gleeson (third from right). 

Waterford won what is considered the greatest Munster final of all-time against Cork in 2004. It had everything: stunning goals, mammoth points, a red card, David versus Goliath, the history of ‘Blood and Bandages’ versus a tradition of defeat. It was the Empire versus the Jedi, tactics and precision possession versus style and verve. Cork were as clinical and calculated as Waterford were swashbuckling and sparkling. The fourteen men of Waterford won against the 15 men of the Rebel County. Ken McGrath lifted the cup for only the 7th time in our county’s history. And John Mullane cried…we all know the quote at this stage. 

Cnoc Sion Primary School hurling team of 2005. Pictured are Brian Wall, teacher and member of the 2004 Waterford panel; current Mount Sion and Waterford hurler Stephen Roche; former Waterford minor goalkeeper Shane Forristal and Paddy Barrett who currently plays professional soccer in the United States. 

My teacher that September was Brian Wall, who also membered the team, Brian played for the Fourmilewater club and was a brilliant Gaelic footballer too with the Nire and represented his county in that code at senior level. I can recall he bagged a pair of goals against the Kingdom in a challenge match. My mam Miriam was involved with the Parents Council of the school and was able to get Brian to get my hurley signed by the team. My foresight in trying to keep my hurley unblemished would prove to be a masterstroke. The names signed on the hurley of Ken McGrath, Dan Shanahan, Eoin Kelly and Paul Flynn are ones that would still your childish play. Everyone tried to recreate McGrath’s catch or Flynn’s goal. I can remember someone trying to mimic Mullane’s over the shoulder flick in the Mount Sion field only to knock themselves out. Probably best I didn’t remember that person’s name…and no, it wasn’t me! 

The late Sean Dunne described the ‘world of hurling …[as] a seam running through our lives.’ It marks the passing years, connected to momentous occasions in our lives from births to deaths of loved ones, it can create a code of verification in the context of the narrative of one’s life. Waterford won the Munster championship in 2004 when my brother made his communion. The greatest weekend of my life included writing a 4,000-word assignment for my Masters in the space of three days, attending a Hamsandwich concert and staying up to watch Mayweather-Pacquaio and seeing Waterford win the National League the following day. I cried at the end of the match. Was it tears of joy or just delirium from lack of sleep? I don’t know, I just remember it was 2015.

Olin Manning walking in the St. Patrick's Day parade.
Olin currently works as a nurse in Cork.

That hurley from 2004 is one of my most cherished possessions more for what it represents than what it is to one’s eye. I’m still a ‘hurler on the ditch.’ My brother Olin is a nurse who runs marathons and 5ks, cycles and plays basketball. Since the start of this Pandemic that has brought about the creation of this Virtual Antiques Roadshow my brother and all medical professions have displayed the qualities that the Waterford men who signed that stick embodied; courage, hard work and coolness under pressure. Their efforts can not even be quantified by All-Ireland medals, it is a specialness that we can all bear in mind with pride and admiration. To paraphrase Leo Varadkar, not all heroes are hurlers!