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Couldn’t Ask for Better Neighbors

I’m back in Tipperary this weekend, at Brendan’s parents’ house in Carrick-on-Suir for Easter. Here is a view from their backyard:

Now, living right beside a graveyard might creep some people out–but the way I see it, there are bodies buried everywhere. These are just the ones that are marked.

Last night we were walking into town (so I could sample the spudballs, a local delicacy; alas, there were no more to be had at Fats Quann’s takeaway), and as we were passing the graveyard Brendan pointed out the eerie blue lights inside–the same solar-powered lights you can get for your front walk, which charge all day and illuminate the sidewalk at night. If there were any honest-to-God orbs floating about you’d hardly have noticed them.

You expect this kind of elaborate grave-tending in a predominantly Catholic country, but I still wonder at the time and expense behind all those rotting wreaths, water-logged flower-globes, sentimental plaques (which often include a photograph of the deceased) and battery-operated candles. It seems like a significant part of Irish culture–something that, unlike the rural custom of forming a digging party when a neighbor passes on, won’t be dying out any time soon.

(Blame Seanan for the offaly bad pun.)

1 Comment to Couldn’t Ask for Better Neighbors

  1. Theodore's Gravatar Theodore
    March 26, 2008 at 11:11 am | Permalink

    Ha! Even your blog has a modern gothic flavor! As your very first fan, I just want you to know that you are missed in the states very much!! I am looking forward to reading more on your blog…Love, M.

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