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![]() ![]() "I am seated on a grassy bank bordering a meadow that slopes down to the valley of the Shannon. On the brow of the hill stands the gaunt grey many-windowed building that is now the County Home. Today it is a place of comfort where kindly Nuns minister to the aged, the sick and the very young. The badge of pauperism had gone from it. The outer shell is unchanged , and the date of its erection - 1841 - is still carved in bold figures above the main entrance. But inside there is nothing left of the things I used to know (for I was born there). Gone are the stone stairs, the cold flagged passages, the walls that wept incessantly, the badly lighted corridors, the long wards where the 'inmates' slept on straw palliasses. Today it is a home not a prison." |
![]() "like skeletons, their features sharpened with hunger and their limbs wasted, so that there was little left but bones, their hands and arms in particular, being much emaciated, and the happy expression of infancy gone from their faces, leaving the anxious look of premature old age." (For further information there is also an article on the role of Carrick-on-Shannon Workhouse in the Great Famine on this site) |
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