{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Hewitt004","Collections":"The Mortal Place","Contributor":"John Hewitt Estate","Coverage":"1986","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hewitt004","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Catholic, Estate, Shot","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt004","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt004_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffJohn Hewitt\nThe Mortal Place\n\nNow it has come to this, the little glen\nwithin the tree-groined slope of the quarried hill\nwhere we lit our twig-fires some Saturdays\non flat ground near the stream we paddled in,\na few months since was nest of a hid body,\na Catholic shot by gunmen never named. \n\nThe gate which leads to that glen steps off the road\nthat is a highway now with frequent cars,\nbut once a country lane. Here then it was\nmy mother pushed my pram, when once I spoke\nmy first recorded words observing the lough,\nShip. Boat. Water \u2013 saluting its distant port\nbelow us south in the sunny valley.\nA new estate swarms up its rising ground;\nthere in the house, in the bed a young woman was shot,\nher only crime to marry outside her faith. \n\nFrom nearer home peal out familiar names\nof streets beside our terrace, chiming names,\na litany of Dargle, Annalee,\nAvonbeg and Roe.\nThe two last resonant in anxious bulletins\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bJohn Hewitt","Updated date":"Tuesday, July 26, 2016 - 10:29","Nid":"1048"}},{"node":{"title":"Hewitt005","Collections":"The Mortal Place","Contributor":"John Hewitt Estate","Coverage":"1986","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hewitt005","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Childhood, Dargle Street, Annalee Street","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt005","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt005_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffI knew them for the world\nI spent my childhood in;\neach street distinct in name and character;\nRoe Street was mostly warders, pensioners;\na quiet street, we tied strings to their knockers,\non dark November evenings rapped secure,\nbut Dangle Street was rougher. You stepped with care\nIn Annalee Street a pale baked lived\nwho went to work each evening, his sons my friends\na Russian family, Jews, on the other side,\nthe small father, bearded. They paid boys\nto light their fires on Saturday, their Sabbath.\nBut Avonbeg Street housed my two best friends,\nJohn Ives, his father coachman to Miss Bruce\nlegginged he went through the door in the wall\nof Thorndale there across our avenue;\nand Walter Murphy, a grim widow's son,\nwho took his snapped forearm with quiet courage.\nHere we played mostly at the gable end\non striking, running, vaulting games which chalked\nthe passing seasons, known by own local names\nsuch as 'piggy' for 'tipcat' in the English book,\nfor them recruited by our coded call.\nThe streets sloped upward from our avenue\nto meet its parallel in Manor Street\nequipped with shops you'd need at any time\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bJohn Hewitt","Updated date":"Tuesday, July 26, 2016 - 10:29","Nid":"1049"}},{"node":{"title":"Hewitt006","Collections":"The Mortal Place","Contributor":"John Hewitt Estate","Coverage":"1986","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hewitt006","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Roe Street, Coppers, Manor Street","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt006","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt006_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffwhose names I still remember, druggist, grocer,\nconfectioner, baker, draper, by their wares.\nFrom Dangle Street to Roe Street windows blazed\nwith sight's delight, with treasures pence could buy\nwhen you had coppers, or on bidden errand,\neach character with individual focus\ndwindling at each end with strangers' houses\n\nNow just last week a taximan who lived\nin Manor Street was gunned remorselessly,\nand in between the streets,\nRoe Street and Avonbeg, a wall's being raised\nto hold the tribes apart. For in recent years\nthere's been a drift of folk from distant places\nfor kinships, friendships, comfort, security;\nto paraphrase those words of Baudelaire\na town's more mortal than a people's fears. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bJohn Hewitt","Updated date":"Tuesday, July 26, 2016 - 10:29","Nid":"1050"}}]}