“We went to Enniscorthy by the 2 train, en route for Dublin, & had a very hot crowded journey, with a change at Macmine to make it worse. W. W. met us with the vehicle that’s like a dogcart in front and a trap behind. The drive was a great pleasure, it was so cool after the train & the country was lovely with the cornfields and the mountains and the wooded bits of road.”
NLI Call Number: MS 32582/34
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Date Range of Diary: August 10th – 26th October 1918
WEEK 45: 10th – 11th August
Saturday 10th Aug. – We went to Enniscorthy by the 2 train, en route for Dublin, & had a very hot crowded journey, with a change at Macmine to make it worse. W. W. met us with the vehicle that’s like a dogcart in front and a trap behind. The drive was a great pleasure, it was so cool after the train & the country was lovely with the cornfields and the mountains and the wooded bits of road. Anna and Edith Waring were both at Sville; we had a slight tea when we got there & a big one afterwards with mushrooms. They have the old time there, confound them. Fionn was looking thin &
rather melancholy & languid; they never let him into the house now, & say he is better for it; he must have been bad before. I read the Conquest of Canaan & walked down through the lawn & a hayfield to the woody place where the swampy pond is, after tea.
Sunday 11th. – Cloudy morning. We went to meeting at Ballintore in the dogcart vehicle; a beautiful drive. The horse’s name is Bobby. Cousin W. was quite a conversational companion. Meeting was of course very dull & all about the love of Jesus & he being the Light, Mrs Poole of Ballybeg preached, & J.J. Haughton (he was the nicest) & Edith Waring in a terrible long drawn weeping voice that women are very apt to use for
public prayer. It was more J.J. H’s manner than his matter that put him above them. Little Anne Haughton was just behind me with her mother; she is a very plain heavy lumpish child, lifeless & stolid looking. E. Waring went to Rock-Spring with them. Milly Haughton had just come back from a cycle trip to Roscrea & was resting at home. In the afternoon all the Robertses came down from Avonbeg, plus a school friend of Elizabeth’s, Evelyn Hammond, a fat rather pretty girl with very fuzzy dark hair. Why are all girls of 14 – 18 or so fat now? Elizabeth is rather fat too. I went back with them to see Avonbeg. Their dog Toby is a
very attractive curly foolish looking creature; he is great friends with Jacky, but I’m told they won’t play with Fionn. Avonbeg, two fields & a half beyond the back gate of Sville, is a very pretty place, rather high, with a great view over to Vinegar hill on one side & Mt Leinster & Blackstairs on the other, & plenty of trees round, & a tennis court & flowers. They have a handsome cat, a lovely Persian kitten called Harriet, & tame hen belonging to Molly, a tree with seats fixed in it, and a remarkable pair of 2 storeyed stilts on which Eleanor walked very expertly. I succeeded in toddling about on them pretty well; the higher steps have to be
mounted from a seat or something. Eleanor is very pretty & refined looking, with all the Haughton timidity & ill assuredness of manner. I’m told she helps her father with the farm. I went home pretty soon, & Eileen & Hubert came to tea. E. is shortly going up to Dublin to train as a nurse. If anyone must do so, she is a good one, for she looks equal to anything. I think Hubert is the best looking of the young male Haughtons, though that’s not saying much, & he is certainly more conversational & less sheepish than my recollection of Morrisons & Edward Haughton & Norman Davis. When they were gone we had a lot of music with the pianola.
a fantasia on Il Trovatore which was lovely, & something called Gloria by Mozart which I couldn’t appreciate & the Barcarolle – called Belle Nuit – & the Pilgrim’s March from Tannhauser which I didn’t care for either, & several others.