It was 1975 the year of my rebirth
I was launched out of the bus and landed on St Mary’s turf
Little did I realise what fun and mischief lie ahead
Seanfhocail,Peig Sayers and Shakespeare to us all did bring much dread.
The theorems every Monday sent our heads into a tether
For if one of us did falter it was suas staighre for the leather!
That fierce piece of material that we wished would disappear
There was endless efforts of sabotage to have it vanish each year
The First year class of ’75 soon gained our fame for fun
From stink bombs to paper aeroplanes and farting powder in the buns
Geography with Peggy Dooley with maps and deep sea beds,
She challenge us as we did her
Some were christened as pure blockheads
Her smile, I still remember and how she used to sigh,
I hope her pupils are behaving, in her classroom in the sky
Am don Ghaeilge go bhfoire Dia, was time for palpitations
As Mrs Hawkes drilled into us 1% Knowledge and 99 perspiration
Seanfhocail and Tuiseal Ginideach became our daily toil
Then science and home economics ,
We were’ burning the midnight oil’!
The years went on as did the fun
The tricks became more pro
And staying out if trouble became an- dheacair don’t you know !
Leaving Cert came in a flash,
The year was 1980
Johnny Logan won The Eurovision,
We sang that song with gaiety.
What’s another Year for our class together to remember,
That our friendships and our memories would stay with us all forever.
In memory of past pupils of our school days, who are no longer with us !
You too were a part of our school memories
Ni bheidh a leitheid ann aris
Geraldine O’Connor (nee Daly)
Memories of St Mary’s secondary, Askeaton 