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A Summer Holiday Story 

A Summer Holiday Story

This is where I went for my summer holidays from my first day out of school to the beginning of September when I reluctantly returned to Dublin.  

One of my many chores was to fetch water in two big buckets from a spring well a couple of hundred yards up the road (back then, they did not have metres). Whichever measuring scale you use, it’s a long way for a small boy to carry two full buckets of water, which would spill on my legs and drip into my shoes.  

Each morning, when I fill the kettle for breakfast, I am reminded of the great gift of clean drinking water coming out of a tap. 

That water was then put into a third bucket, which she called the slops bucket, and it would be added to the animal’s food or for general cleaning around the yard. 

Back home in Dublin, the children of the family who lived beside us used to sell penny bundles of small sticks for fire lighting; they would cut up old bicycle tyres to be used as elastic bands for each bundle. 

Do you remember glass bottles being delivered and collected from your doorstep? 

In Ireland, we have been recycling glass bottles for some time and recently implemented a return system for products with the R symbol on the packaging.       

There are currently many complaints about the collection system, which no doubt will be ironed out in time, and we will be better as a nation as we relearn how to recycle and reuse. 

P.S.  In many ways, Ireland would have been much better sooner if we had followed Berlin and not Boston.