Guth & Tuairim, Meitheamh 1981

Jr · ~ Uimh3 Meitheamh 1981 Luach 25p. WHAT AN . - EYESORE! During the month's ahead thousands of tourists will visit this area and whether they spend a few days with us or just pass-through they will form some opinions of the people and the place, First impressions are important they say, so you can imagine the surprise of many of them when they reach FBlcarrach to be met by the eyesore pictured at the bottom of this page, For months now, several scrapped cars have been lying rotting by the main road outside the garda barracks. While the rest of the to'Wil.. is neat and tidy and the people take pride in their lovely well-kept houses and gardens these wrecks paint a false picture of the area. Hopefully the appropriate authorities will remove them before the holiday season begins in earnest, In Bunaman, Anagaire we have another example of an eyesore in a public place, It is of course the "boats" lying by the aide of the r~ad near the fibre-glass factory,; I am certain that there must be somewhere else where they could be stored away from the public eye, · There are many more such examples around here, and over the next few months we will be featuring a different "eyesore" month}¥ in the hope that the people responsible will remove them, Nature has blessed us with a beautiful countryside clean beaches lakes and rivers and we probab~ have the best-kept ' houses anywhere, Why then, should a few careless individuals be allowed to spoil the beauty of the area which is responsible for attracting so many visitors to us. Wouldn't it be nice to see a clean-up operation starting now~ - i § ------ - ---- = I I i i 5 = Changing Times The smell of the wool, the whirl of the wheel, The clicking of needles at turning the heel; The blaze glowing high of a fire of peat, The hearth giving out warmth was tidy and neat. The rafters above supported the 11 scraw", Keeping in the heat along with the straw; The white of the lime I'll always recall, The style of your mansion compares not at all. The sweet heart of Jesus was always exposed, We prayed for the dead and wished them repose; With the beads on the wall the prayers we all said , \{e settled with God and retired to bed, But what have we now but paper and paint, No place in the house for angel or saint; God we have banished like a lamb to the hill, Turn off the Telly and forget not the pill. Hugh Me Gowan, N.T. An Ardaf Bheag• ......................................................... "Permission to speak granted" ~'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''"''''''''''''''''''''