Sunday, December 19, 2010

CHRISTMAS IN KILLARNEY - PART THREE

At home in Pennsylvania, I know pretty well what the Christmas holidays will bring.  It will probably be cold, although statistically I believe our chances of a White Christmas are usually only 3-5%.  But the ground is rock-hard, the landscape sere, and when I go up the road to Wade's Christmas Tree Farm, tree saw in hand, frozen fingers and toes will expedite my cutting of just the right tree to put in my Victorian cottage.  It can't be more than five feet high because my ceilings aren't high at all.  In fact, my hand-dug basement is only about six feet deep and people have been known to burn their heads on light bulbs hanging from the ceiling down there!  My horses will be spending a lot of their time in their stalls, trying to get away from the cutting northwest wind.  Even the dogs won't want to stay outside for long.  Instead, they'll snarf their way through my kitchen, looking for Christmas chocolates they can drag down and eat so I'll have the pleasure of doing my own version of stomach-pumping:  one tablespoon of hydrogen peroxide, to be repeated in twenty minutes if there are no...results.

It is at moments like that when I begin to hear "Christmas in Killarney" running through my head and to get a longing for a mere Force 10 gale.  Just the kind of day that makes you long for a cup of Bewley's tea in the hotel lobby at the Killarney Towers.  When the rain lets up, with water pooling in the streets but people already starting to emerge from stores and pubs where they've taken shelter, I envision a slow trickle and then a brisk rush of shoppers darting into Dunne's and other department stores decked out for the holiday.  I would suppose the stores aren't on Irish time now, but remain open later during the Irish twelve days of Christmas.

I would also think Killarney on Ice has been booked and will be appearing nightly, since ice skating and winter walks are always popular but never more so than at Christmas.  It's still not too cold for open air markets offering every possible inducement from woolen sweaters to precious green Connemara marble to lovely Inis perfume from Fragrances of Ireland and maybe even the heather and moss soap of which I'm so fond.  And food, ah, yes.  Not just the hearty Irish fare which I seem absolutely, perhaps genetically predisposed to like--chowing down happily on the classic Irish breakfast:  Irish bacon which puts our to shame, fat sausages, eggs, fried tomatoes, black and white pudding and potatoes, toast and tea.  But there are also lovely little fish and chips shops featuring the sweet white plaice I never had till I went to Ireland.  And shops with some of the hottest chicken curry this side of India.  And pub grub--washed down with Guinness Stout.  Lots of it, since I only seem to get mellow when I drink in Ireland.

As much as I ate there, though, I never gained any weight and it was actually difficult to find extra large sweaters to take back to some of my friends in the States.  Since I'm no Skinny Minny myself, it was pure, unadulterated bliss to be able to put down three real meals a day without counting every calorie.  People walk in Ireland...a lot.  I wouldn't mind walking past Santa's Lodge where children are perched on Santa's knee, asking for gifts, just as they are in the States and so many other places.  I could take in the concerts and shows at night.  During the day, once the skies clear, I suspect I'd rather put on one of my Aran sweaters against the damp chill and hike on down to Killarney National Park or to Muckross House and Abbey to see the buildings artfully decorated for the holiday.


And then back for tea--or maybe something stronger at The Laurels Pub.

Someday...someday, I swear...this is going to happen.

10 comments:

  1. You are so right, Miriam. As wonderful as Killarney was in October, it's easy to imagine how awesome it would be during the holidays. It was one of our favorite spots during our visit and that's high praise because we LOVED every place. :-)

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  2. Sounds lovely, Miriam! I would LOVE to be able to spend X-mas in the Yorkshire Dales with my mother's side of the family, something we have NEVER done... I yearn to do it one of these days!

    Andrea

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  3. Thesaurus.com: yearn, ache, desire, crave, hanker, long. You've painted a gorgeous picture here, Miriam. New Hampshire is pretty enough in winter, but I'd love to experience Christmas in Killarney some day. Here's hoping, and in the meantime, a Merry Pennsylvania Christmas to you!

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  4. Oh Miriam, I dreamed with you. I once saw a map of the Lakes of Killarney, and they came to life before my eyes. Really. Ireland is a miraculous land, for sure.

    xoxo KATE

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  5. Thank you, ladies. Oh, I think Christmas in the Yorkshire Dales sounds fabulous, too! I hope all of our dreams come true. To me, the miraculous thing about Ireland is that it's as if God used it for an experiment...you know, picked everything that was beautiful and scattered in all across a little island only 300 miles long. Amazing.

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  6. Miriam,

    You painted a wonderfully vivid picture of Killarney at Christmas time. The food sounded delicious and the scenery lush and alive.

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  7. Angela, it was great. I hear people complain that the food in both Britain and Ireland is bland but, believe me, I loved it. Besides, it's not true. I had pizza in Killarney, and waffles with good old American maple syrup, and all sorts of treats. But give me meat and three kinds of potatoes and I'm yours.

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  8. I love this site...it's soothing and informative. In fact, I'm going to link to it. Me auld grandmother, Katherine Jane Rachael O'Keefe would have loved these stories. Can you give us a story about Christmas in County Claire?
    Best Hugs and Merry Christmas.
    Excellent Blog!
    Di

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  9. Miriam, I loved your Christmas in Killarney! We've got snow and cold temps here in Montreal - a typical Canadian Christmas. But I'd dearly love to spend Christmas in Ireland - or any other holiday (picturing St. Patrick's Day in Dublin right now!) Oh, and Diane, having visited County Clare in July, I can't imagine it being anything less than spectacular at Christmas!

    Happy holidays to all!

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