I lived in a little village
called Wilkinstown in Co. Meath, which had about 40-50
people living in the village. There was no such thing as
your next door neighbour because they'd be 300-400yards down
the road. My father emigrated to England in 1957 because
there was no work, like lots of children I grew up without
my dad around that much. There was a big farming community
around were we lived, but we weren't farmers so it was hard
for the labourers, a pretty hard life. I remember the oil
lamps before electricity. I remember when the electricity
was turned on, there was a lot of activity and excitement.
Outside of school we played
football and hurling. And listened to the radio as well of
course, I remember a programme call Dingo, which had
traditional music and sketches, and one called The School
Around the Corner where the radio went out to different
schools, it never did come to ours mind! Can't really
remember what I was doing when it was raining, I guess I was
rummaging around in drawers or something. In fact I can't
remember it raining in my childhood, I just remember sport
and sunshine.
...
I left school at 15 and we moved to join my dad in England
- Friday May 29th 1962. I traveled on the Princess Maud .
It was an adventure to me, looking forward to meeting me
father and opening up a door to a new life. ...
I must've always been a
hungry child. I remember they were doing the thrashing up
the road and I went up to get milk from the farm. Mrs. Million said come in and whilst you waiting you may as well
have something to eat. So I said "yes please ". I
never saw ham as thick in my life every thing that was put
in front of me. I must have eaten twice as much as the
workman. When Mrs. Million asked me if I wanted anymore to
eat I replied "no thanks I have to go home and have my
real tea. I don't know what she thought of me after eating
so much!
My mother used to say to me
"when you have your real tea Michael then its bed. That
means it would be late before I had my tea because you did
not like going to bed as a child.
I came over to England in
1958 for a holiday at Christmas to visit my father, he was
working in SKF. I can remember getting of the train at Bute
St. and the first thing that struck me was the town hall
clock. I lay in bed listening, counting the chimes on the
clock. At that time I'd never seen a clock so big.
My father was a labourer in
Ireland and when he came over here it was the first time he
worked in a factory, I don't know how he managed working
inside. Then later on he worked at Vauxhall, I remember him
coming home one evening and he said as he came through the
door "I'm in one of the best jobs in England." It
was quite prestigious to work at Vauxhall at that time. So
he'd be sending the fiver home. I remember the letter coming
on the Friday morning, seeing the postman coming up the
path. Then it went up to 6 or 7 pounds. Remember, when he
left Ireland the most he'd be getting would be a pound a
day, and of course if you worked on a farm or worked on a
building if it was raining you didn't get paid. He was
probably earning 10 or 12 pounds in England and it seemed
amazing.
...
My first recollection of an Irish Community outside of
Ireland was going to mass in the school, and of course the
pubs. The Irish at that time didn't really mix, drinking
in certain pubs and going to the church halls. People that
they had the closest allegiance to was the West Indian
people, we had a lot in common, working in the hospitals
and on the buses. ...
He'd come over to visit us
in the annual holiday, that was something else new to us of
course, we didn't know what a holiday was, all these people
coming back over in the last week of July and first week of
August.
I left school at 15 and we
moved to join my dad in England - Friday May 29th 1962. I traveled
on the Princess Maud . It was an adventure to me,
looking forward to meeting me father and opening up a door
to a new life.
We lived in Luton and I got
a job in a foundry Ashley Overhills, we used to make the hat
blocks for the hat industry and so I became an apprentice
foundry worker. I got in to the new way of life quite
quickly, one day I was riding 6 miles to and from school in
all weathers, the next week I was working in a foundry, I
didn't even know what a foundry was before that!
My first recollection of an
Irish Community outside of Ireland was going to mass in the
school, and of course the pubs. The Irish at that time
didn't really mix, drinking in certain pubs and going to the
church halls. People that they had the closest allegiance to
was the West Indian people, we had a lot in common, working
in the hospitals and on the buses. I think a lot of the
Irish at that time were a little bit apprehensive of the
English, they weren't sure if they were welcome so what they
did was keep their heads down, and again in the seventies,
people didn't want you to think that they were members of
illegal organisations.
My young lad was born in
England and yet he supports the Irish football team. He
recently went to Dublin to get engaged on O'Connel Bridge.
We came from Ireland and I think our identity is going to
carry on through 4th and 5th generation. I think the people
that came over in the 40's and 50s are unique, they've still
retained they're identity. We always talk about being an
invisible ethnic minority ,it must be easier if you're a
certain colour to keep your identity than its is for the
Irish, for the 2nd and 3rd generation people.
I think in more recent
years the Irish have realised what they have contributed to
Luton in building and in business. They're more confident as
a group of people, they mix more with other people and are
more outward looking. We should be proud of what we have
achieved and what we have contributed to the life of Luton
and how we enriched the towns multicultural community. Yes
it's a big change from Wilkinstown Co. Meath to Luton
Bedfordshire.
If you would like to contribute your story
from Ireland to Luton or would like to write an article an any
aspect of Irish life in Luton, please send an email to irishlife@lutonirishforum.org