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1991 Visits by Nolan Family to Galway,
Aran Islands, Ballinasloe, Killarney, Ring of Kerry,
July 30-Aug. 11, 1991
Updated July 23, 2009
By LEWIS NOLAN
Tuesday, July 30, 1991
– Flights from Memphis to New York and Shannon,
Our friend Lee Allen, mother of one of our son’s pals, gave
us (me, husband Lewis “Buzz” and our 16-year-old son, Casey) a ride to the
We did arrive on time in
to Gate 20 to board the flight to
By happenstance, there were a bunch of cheerleaders for the
Miami Dolphins professional football team as well as quite a few Japanese
businessmen waiting at the same gate for a sooner flight to
Finally, we boarded the American plane and arrived at
A lesson learned there was that it is less stressful even if more expensive to book the same airline straight through.
It worked out that we were assigned seats on the Aer Lingus plane’s 40th row. It seemed that most of the plane was occupied by Irish people, many with small children. The kids were served finger food before other passengers were fed. Unfortunately, our dinners didn’t look as good as the food served children.
The chicken breast served Betty retained its skin. With eat
were peas still in the hull, and small servings of green beans, carrots and
potatoes, of course. The salad was positively dreadful, with green beans, hard
garbanzos, kidney beans, one slice of tomato and egg and about a tablespoon of
lettuce. The roll of bread wasn’t too bad and came with creamery butter from
Co. Cork. Cheese from
At least the Ballygowan spring water, containing what the Irish flight attendant described as “fizzy,” was pretty good. I’m sure lots of bottled water will be consumed on the flight since the serving of soft drinks without ice don’t seem to be suited to my system.
Wednesday, July 31,
1991 – Arrival at Shannon Airport,
We arrived at
We finally got on the Highway N18 road heading for
We arrived at our hotel, the Corrib Great Southern, on
Due to the famous and popular Galway Horse Races that are now underway through Saturday, the traffic on the road outside the hotel was steady.
The races are big, annual event in
In this instance, the rider less horse finished the race with the pack. The distance was two laps around the lush, grass-covered track. We quickly learned why Irish bookies who take bets on horse races are called “turf accountants.”
Another rider somehow fell off a beautiful, gray horse that reminded us of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee’s mount, Traveler. The most interested comment was made by a young woman at the end of the race, who said in a plaintive voice that “my horse doesn’t have a rider.” Obviously she had placed a bet on the horse that was disqualified.
We left the races early to avoid what we anticipated would be heavy traffic pouring back to town from the track. Unfortunately, we took a wrong turn and got caught up in the traffic and confusion that accompany driving on the left side of the road and dealing with the “roundabouts” that are formed by criss-crossing roads.
We ate dinner at McDonough’s Seafood Restaurant. The fish (haddock) and chips (French fries) were very good. The smoked salmon – cooked over oak wood – Buzz had was excellent.
All three of us enjoyed seeing the wild swans swimming on
(Buzz’s account of our
Rarely has a good bed felt as good as did the one in our
hotel after we had breakfast following our long, all-night flight across the
The accommodating hotel staff readied our room while we ate so the three of us could take a nap before venturing out to the Galway Races and the sights of the town. The smoked salmon served as McDonough’s for dinner was better than any I’d had at home. Much later, we went to bed shortly after 9 p.m. that evening, but it turned out the celebrating Irish kept the hotel’s pub noisy until after 11 p.m.
The different values between the
At the hotel, l looked into locating 19th Century property records and luckily found in a telephone directory the address of a local genealogy society.