OK. So I'm not going in alphabetical order. Don't hire me as a secretary - I would probably stink
at it unless you want a scarf knitted for the filing cabinets anyway!
(Another picture-heavy post ahead in case you have dial-up).
Doorus House Youth Hostel is one of the places we stayed for a few days in Ireland. Our group totaled 21 - eleven boys, six girls and four chaperons. At this hostel, we were housed in a separate
building from the main one, but the special thing about this hostel was very much appreciated by our sponsoring English teacher, Dr. Fred Jones (yes, my kids' high school has a number of Ph.D. teachers!).
Our hostess at the hostel is an American ex-pat from the Pacific NW, who moved to Ireland nine years ago and has dual citizenship through post-nuptial citizenship (now impossible to obtain). She used to run the hostel, and was helping the current manager out due to illness. She was a wealth of information about the house and the area. The hostel had pets names things like "D.O.G." and "C.A.T" but there was an Irish name in there, too, but I am not fast enough on the Gaelic to pick it up and remember the cat's name.
This hostel, as a private residence, was owned in the nineteenth century by Florimond Alfred Jacques, Comte de Basterot. In the summer of 1898, a neighbor of Augusta
Lady
Gregory requested that she meet with William Butler Yeats in this house. And so, Lady Gregory met Mr. Yeats in Doorus House and from those conversations, the Abbey Theatre was formed.
Drawings of the Comte de Basterot, Lady Gregory and William Yeats were in the common room of the hostel. One can sit in front of the peat fire in awe of the history that unfolded in that very room. The
hostel was situated adjacent to some ruins which the kids roamed around in by twilight. In the courtyard between hostel buildings, spring was showing off despite the wintery temperatures at the time of our visit. The spring flowers and budding trees were a welcome sight for these Mainers who've had a long and snowy winter this year! And the temps may have been Irish winter temps, but they were Maine spring temps, so we were fine.
Our students were dumbfounded by the hot water systems. The fact they had to conserve hot water so all could shower, and the fact that one actually has to use hot water and soap to wash dishes seemed to strike some of them as a foreign concept. Some, when confronted with needing to wash, dry and put away their own dishes, opted against having breakfast. It was shocking to me, and embarrassing, that there are mothers who have not taught their children how to do dishes, and that Americans still don't get how incredibly fortunate we are to live in this country with its freedoms and abundance!
On a comparison note between Scotland and Ireland, I found the Irish to be much more gregarious with us, and asking a few questions here and there gleaned all sorts of information and interesting stuff. I found the Scots much more reserved and their answers were more direct, and less forthcoming. I was awestruck at the differences - I guess I thought the two countries would be more alike, but the spirit and flavor of the two is quite different. Scotland had wide open areas, few trees, and wire fences. The Scottish land owners were willing to allow the public access to their property to see tombs - many of which were still active sheep fields. In Ireland, laws allow a visitor on the owner's property to sue for any injuries, so the Irish land owners were far less willing to allow the public access to see the tombs and stone age ruins. The Irish countryside was full of lovely rock walls - an art form unto itself, hedgerows, flowers, flowering shrubs, trees, and nature's beauty in abundance. Scotland was a windswept tundra sort of beautry. Very different. Both lovely.