Does Wee Mean Something Different Here?

Yesterday, we stayed in town in the morning and walked historic Letterkenny. Above the square, there are two churches that sit across from one another: the old Conwal Church of Ireland built in the 17^th century but added to in more recent years which required building above the existing graveyard and our pictures show how they went about doing that without disturbing extant graves and the newer Cathedral of St. Eunan, built in approximately 1900, the inside of which looked very much like the parish in which I grew up.  On our way into the Cathedral we were stopped by a nun—Sr. Susan Evangelist—who lived in Montana for 17 years in the sixties and seventies and went to Chicago in 1979 to see the pope and ask him to pray for Ireland. She petted my arm and told me she “taught a wee lass” just like me when she was in Montana and she shared a prayer with us that she had written while in the States. She told us to go right on in the Cathedral. They were just praying the rosary and would be done in a wee five minutes. We wouldn’t be bothering no one. Sr. Susan was a gift in the day.

While in Letterkenny, we also went to the Donegal County Museum, where we were able to piece together some more of the history of the area and particularly during the first World War. Currently, they have a temporary exhibit showcasing the work of James Glass, a photographer from the early 20^th century who dealt in landscapes and portraits, resulting in work that reminded me of Dorothea Lange.

We picked up supplies for a picnic and headed back to Glenveagh National Park; however, this time we went to Glenveagh Castle to spend some time. We had lunch in the Victorian Pleasure Gardens, before touring the castle. All of the castles we’ve seen have been built by the dominant family in whatever area the castle happens to sit. Most of them, thus far, have been ancient. This one, however, was built much more recently (1880s) by an extremely wealthy man who wanted his mansion to sit in the midst of the vast expanse of land he had purchased for hunting. The architect borrowed from the style of Balmoral Castle in Scotland, where the English royal family vacationed and the result is majestic. Throughout the time of its private ownership—and there were three private owners before the last sold the entire estate to the Irish government to be used as a national park—it was a destination for socialites from all around the world. Greta Garbo was a frequent guest, as were Clark Gable and Charlie Chaplin. The final owner was an American and when he sold the estate, he donated the contents of the building, as well, so the rooms are furnished and the dining room table is set with one of the 21 sets of china kept in the house, this particular set being comprised of 365 pieces.

When we returned to Letterkenny, we headed to McGinley’s for what we thought would be a session, but what was actually a band. They were a band that played traditional Irish music, though, so all was not lost.

This morning, I was finally successful in convincing Anne and Eugene that I couldn’t eat another egg (maybe in my life), and they kept saying “so you won’t be eating nothing, then?” even though I had already had a bowl of cereal and they had presented me with a fruit basket containing two bananas, two nectarines, an apple, two kiwis and an orange in it, in addition to the customary dish with six pieces of toast, four slices of brown bread and two of ginger. Anne hurried out to refill the orange juice carafe to “quench your thirst since you won’t be eating nothing.”

We went to Northern Ireland today to visit Derry. Northern Ireland is a separate entity from Ireland—we were reminded at one of our stops that the technical name is the United Kingdom of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and it was immediately apparent that cultural identity is a complicated issue. We began by walking the old city walls of Derry, built between 1613 and 1618 and still intact, where we learned that Derry has been the site of almost continuous conflict between religious and political groups from 1666 forward. Our guide book suggested one could walk the wall in about 45 minutes, but that is if one is not interested in reading any of the placards and/or stopping at any of the significant historic sites along the way. We spent several hours using the wall to get from one place to the next.

At the very start, we saw two men building a pyre out of pallets and old doors and lumber. As we looked on, they were dragging an old couch up to the base and tilting it on its end to join flammables that extended almost to the top of the flagpole, from which an Irish flag was flying.

Our first stop was St. Columb’s Cathedral, which was built between 1623 and 1633, and is among the most interesting churches we’ve seen. Unfortunately, like the Catholic church in Chichicastenango that made such an impression on me when we were in Guatemala, St. Columb’s doesn’t allow photography. It was impressive in myriad ways. First, every inch of it was ornamented without being gaudy. The kneelers are all hand embroidered. The pews are intricately carved mahogany. The organ has 4000 pipes. It appears that sunlight is pouring through every pane of stained glass onto the stone floor below. It’s stunning everywhere the eye lands. And the collections are incredible. They have an original King James Bible and a guest book signed in the 1940s by Elizabeth I and her daughter, Princess Elizabeth. It’s also intriguing because the history of the church is a history of political and social conflict and that is apparent within the walls. Right inside the main entrance there is a pedestal on which sits a mortar shell as big as my head that was fired into the city during the siege of 1689. Within it held the terms of surrender, which the citizens of Londonderry did not accept. Hanging from the ceiling of the north and south aisles are regimental flags dating back to the 18^th century and, again, these are a reminder of the role the church played in the conflict. At one point, the lead in the spire was used for ammunition and later cannons were placed where the spire had been because the church had the greatest vantage point in the city.

We also toured the First Derry Presbyterian Church and Blue Coat School Visitor’s Center. The visitor’s center attempts to explain how Presbyterianism came to Ireland (from Scotland) and the subjugation Presbyterians suffered throughout Ireland’s history. We talked for a short while with a man who works there about the history of the building and its iterations and renovations as a result of violent vandalism by the IRA. He says he’s traveled the world and believes the troubles they experience here are the same troubles people experience everywhere just in different colors, but he’s frustrated with the Catholics for their rigidity because he believes there has to be some compromise in order to unite and move forward.

We moved on to the Museum of Free Derry, which details the events of Bloody Sunday 30 January 1972, in which British soldiers opened fire on relatively peaceful nationalist protesters (they had only rocks and broken bottles) and killed 13 unarmed men and wounded another 15 people. British media claimed the dead were gunmen and bombers, although in 2010 this was ruled untrue. It was interesting to walk through the museum display after having just spoken with the man at the First Derry Presbyterian Church who identified as British and didn’t necessarily support a unified free Ireland. Outside of the museum, there is a series of murals documenting the uprising that are striking in their scale.

When we got back to Letterkenny this evening, Chris had an email from one of the men he met at Blas inviting us to visit him in Cork, so we’ll have to look at our itinerary and see if we can do so. He also mentioned that in his entire life he didn’t remember a summer with as much sunshine and heat as this one. And he also mentioned that we shouldn’t wear green when we’re touring Northern Ireland and that there are marches and protests planned later this week, which makes me think they could be lighting that pyre we saw anytime. And he told Chris about a must-see sporting event outside of Galway on Sunday and since Galway is where we are headed on Saturday…