A Christmas Eve in Tallaght, 1932
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve 1932, John Finnegan set out from his mother’s house in Roundtown on a tram to Tallaght, intending to stretch his legs and to take the country air before the festivities of Christmas got underway. Arriving in Tallaght village at two o’clock, he intended to walk up to Brittas, a five and a half mile stretch, or a two hour walk, and would be in plenty of time to get the five o’ clock tram from Brittas back to Roundtown. The tram was to be discontinued later that week, after over forty-five years’ service and it would be John Finnegan’s last chance to journey on the Dublin to Blessington tramline. The afternoon was fresh but dry. Stepping off the car Finnegan inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the fresh country air rolling off the Dublin Mountains. Tightening the laces of his sturdy walking boots and fastening his galoshes over his ankles he set out west, through the old village past Dr Lydon’s Dispensary and Ms Martin’s p...