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Felicity’s Summer in Killarney — Chapter 3

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Felicity’s Summer in Killarney — Chapter 3

A new weekly series from Killarney Advertiser's Jess Jukes

Jess Jukes, a member of the advertising department at the Killarney Advertiser, is also a budding writer. Each week, we will bring you her serialized novella following the adventures of Felicity’s summer in Killarney.

Felicity messaged Jack the following morning.

Hi, I hope you’re feeling better. I heard there was a woman with a new ice cream truck up in Tiernaboul. Do you want to go get your Dad’s ice cream truck back?
She made her toast and sat. Jack messaged back before she had finished her tea.

I’ll meet you at Daly’s, we can walk up together.
Felicity set out for the shop not long after. A dreary sky hung above her, a complete contrast to the day before. It wasn’t long before Jack came around the corner. He was no longer in his ice cream uniform, but in casual jeans and a flannel. He parked his bicycle and leant against the wall next to her.
“What’s this about my Da’s truck being up Tiernaboul?”

Felicity pushed off the wall. “I’ll tell you on our way up.” She told him everything. Jack mentioned how his Da had been quiet and sad when he and Auntie Sheila called to tell him about truck being stolen. He had been subdued still when he had picked Jack up and they went to the garda station to report the theft.

The two trailed through each and every estate, looking for the distinctive bright colours of the ice cream truck. They had been walking for a good half hour when they finally found it.

Jack came to a stop. “Well, you were right about the truck ... but why did the woman steal it in the first place?”

That was the question. “Come on, let’s go round the corner and call the gardaí before anyone realises they’ve left the keys outside.”

Felicity and Jack backtracked quickly, and Felicity called in an anonymous tip to the garda station. She put on a nasally voice, saying, “I saw an ice cream truck parked in the driveway of my neighbour, and now I know her I do, and she doesn’t own an ice cream truck. She doesn’t have any permit for that, and I don’t want her trawling up and down the street at all hours trying to sell merchandise without a licence.”
She continued her ramble until the poor sergeant on the other end of the phone sighed in resignation. He promised to send somebody up to investigate and Felicity hung up, triumphant.

Jack was almost crying with laugher. “Jeez Felicity, you should audition for the Four Esquires.”

It wasn’t long before she joined in his laughter. When they heard the garda car approaching, Felicity and Jack watched until the garda knocked on the door of the house. Only then they started back towards home, assured that the truck would be recognised.

Celebration
Sure enough, Jack’s Da Trevor had been delighted to get his ice cream truck back. He had been thankful to Auntie Sheila and Felicity for helping Jack when the truck was first stolen, and insisted on going out for a meal to celebrate its swift return.

The group found themselves in The Laurels, food in front of them, laughter and drinks flowing. Auntie Sheila was discussing the upcoming festival over the weekend with Jack’s mother, and Trevor was telling Jack the story of how he first brought his ice cream truck for what must be the millionth time.

Felicity found herself watching on with a content feeling. Not much better than a full stomach and good company.

As she was looking around the bar lazily, the girl paused. On the wall there was a framed Killarney Advertiser clipping. She got up and wandered over to for a better look.

There was an old man sitting at the bar underneath the clipping, a pint in hand. “You see the group that went up Carrauntoohil for charity last month? The lady in the middle, the one in yellow, she’s the daughter of the fella behind the bar.”

Depicted next to the article was in fact a group photograph full of people. ‘Walking Society Supports Charity atop Our Tallest Peak’ was splayed across the paper in bold lettering.

“Hm .. I’ve never seen it, Carrauntoohil.”

The man barked a laugh. “Course you have! You’re looking at the ‘Reeks all the time, aren’t ya lass? Nearly everything over the lake are the Reeks.”

Felicity turned towards him fully. “People go up it often then?”

The old man laughed again. “Nearly every day I’d wager. People go up in the sun and the rain, even when they shouldn’t. You know …” he leaned in closer as if to share a secret, “people die, up on that there mountain, every year. You gotta respect the mountains. They were here before we were, and they’ll be here long after we’re gone.” He coughed, and took a sip of his pint.

They spoke idly about the good food and the live musicians that were setting up. As the first notes of music began to waft on the air, Felicity bid the old man farewell and returned to her party.

Auntie Sheila moved over to free up Felicity’s seat again as she returned. “You met Seamus then?” she giggled, tipsy. “ He’s a dote, no one sweeter, I swear. You know, he’s been a regular in this bar ever since your mother and I were your age. Hasn’t changed a bit.” She hiccupped, and both Sheila and Jack’s mother started giggling.

Felicity ignored the women, now leaning on each other and saying things in funny voices whilst Trevor looked on with a smile on his face.

“Jack?” she asked conspiratorially. He turned to her, humming to show she had his attention. “Do you like mountains?”

Tune in next week to see what happens next

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Art Jam Studio opens new creative space on New Street

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Artist Deirdre Geraghty has opened a new permanent creative space for adults at 22 New Street in Killarney.

Named Art Jam Studio, the premises offers a social and creative environment designed for both beginners and experienced individuals.

The studio operates with an art cafe format during the day, allowing people to drop in and choose an activity from a menu.

Daytime options include pottery painting, splash art, tote bag customisation, and collage-making.

The studio also hosts structured weekly adult courses in pottery, abstract art, and mindful painting, alongside community creative get-togethers on the first Thursday of every month.


For evening entertainment, the venue runs weekend bring-your-own-bottle (BYOB) social events, such as “Paint & Sip” and “Sculpt & Sip” nights.

The space is also available for corporate team-building, wellness workshops, and hen parties.


Founder Deirdre Geraghty has spent nearly two decades running creative workshops for international companies including Google and IBM.

Her business, Art Jam Ireland, was previously named the Best Art Workshops winner at the EU Business Irish Enterprise Awards.

The new Killarney location will serve as the permanent base for these workshops and will also function as Geraghty’s working artist studio, where her own contemporary paintings will be on permanent display.


Geraghty stated that the studio is focused on the therapeutic process of making art and having a night out with friends, rather than creating a technical masterpiece.


Booking for the summer workshops, daytime drop-in sessions, and weekend social events is now open.

The full schedule can be found on artjam.ie, or by following artjamireland on Instagram. For direct queries, the studio can be contacted at info@artjam.ie or on 086 061 5695.

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MARIE MEETS: Terry Potts

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Signed, sorted and delivered with heart

After 43 years with An Post, Terry Potts is posting one final delivery as he prepares for retirement.

There are some people who quietly become part of the fabric of a town. They never seek the spotlight, yet their influence reaches far beyond the walls of their workplace. Terry Potts is one of those people.

After 43 years of service with An Post, including the past 33 years in Killarney, Terry is preparing to sort his final letter, supervise his final morning and close one very important chapter in a career that has always been about people.

My own connection with Terry goes back to writing Behind the Mask during Covid.


Throughout that difficult period, An Post employees featured heavily in the book as they became the heartbeat of communities, delivering not just parcels and letters but connection, reassurance and kindness at a time when so many people felt isolated.


It was during those interviews that postwoman Lil O’Doherty spoke so warmly of Terry’s leadership, praising the way he always put family first whenever staff needed support.

With that in mind, I recently paid an early morning visit to the Tiernaboul sorting office.


While Terry, completely unaware of my visit, reluctantly went home to change his shirt, my neighbour Connie ‘Flash’ O’Shea kindly stepped in to give me a guided tour.

He proudly showed me Route 6, our own Pinewood route, while explaining the carefully choreographed system behind the sorting of every letter and parcel.


It was fascinating.

Although the office was busy, I was told this was actually one of the quieter parts of the morning as many of the postmen and women had already left on their rounds before 8am. Watching the organised rhythm of the sorting floor, hearing the steady hum of parcels moving through the building and seeing every route meticulously prepared gave me a whole new appreciation for what happens long before the first knock arrives at our front doors.

Thankfully, Terry eventually returned and, although somewhat reluctantly, agreed to stand in front of my camera.

I was delighted he did.

“The best part of the job is meeting people,” Terry told me. “There are 70 staff here and every day is different. Sometimes people need a clap on the back and sometimes, they need the opposite. The satisfaction comes from understanding people and helping them achieve more than they think they’re capable of.”

I knew those words were genuine.

Only the evening before, Connie had shared a story that perfectly illustrated Terry’s approach. Just a few months after starting with An Post, he had reached the point where he wanted to give up.

“My son Ian was due and there was a lot happening,” Connie explained. “I told Terry I didn’t think I could do it. He encouraged me to stick with it. I’m still here today and Ian is now 27 and working with An Post himself. That’s all down to Terry and the way he cared about his staff beyond the front gates.”

That ability to see the person before the employee seems to have earned Terry enormous respect throughout his career.


“The Post Office has always been good to me,” he said. “It allowed Agatha to stay at home and raise our family and together we were able to put all five of our children through college.”

He fondly remembered colleagues who are no longer with An Post, speaking with great affection of Eddie Barry, Malachy Walsh, Joe Jones and Denis O’Sullivan.

Terry’s own An Post story began in Dublin where he met his wife Agatha in what he laughingly describes as a ’sliding doors’ moment in 1985.

Both accepted transfers to Killarney before moving here together in 1993 and have never looked back.


Like the postal service itself, Terry has seen enormous change over four decades.


“Before Covid we were mainly a letter business,” he explained. “Online shopping completely changed everything and we had to adapt quickly. We moved mostly from bikes to vans and we’re constantly updating our training. An Post is always evolving.”


Now it is Terry’s turn to begin a new chapter.

Retirement arrives during what promises to be a wonderful family year.

His daughter Sarah, a speech and language therapist at University Hospital Kerry, will marry in August while daughter Annie, a teacher in Castleisland, will marry in December.

Jade is qualifying as a nurse, Harry works with An Post and Michael has built a career in accountancy.


Talk soon turned to grandson Danny Cronin and Terry’s face immediately lit up.


“Hopefully there’ll be many more grandchildren to enjoy,” he smiled. “I really don’t want to work. Otherwise I’d have no problem staying with An Post.”

He also spoke lovingly about Anne Galvin, Agatha’s sister, who is cared for by Terry and Agatha in their home, reflecting once again that family has always been central to everything he does.

Despite stepping away from work, Terry has no shortage of plans.

“I’ll probably still be up early every morning,” he laughed. “There are about 20 years of jobs waiting to be done around the house.”

Away from work he has always enjoyed the GAA, serving as juvenile chairman of Dr Crokes in 2010. He also has a passion for photography.

Although he modestly insists he is “not really a photographer”, Terry loves creating online photo books that tell the stories behind family adventures. His albums from Sydney, where daughter Sarah once lived, and from celebrating his 60th birthday in Malta are among many memory books that fill his home.

As Terry chatted, staff constantly called out greetings and good wishes while letters and parcels continued to move around us. There was warmth, humour and quiet respect in every interaction.

It struck me that after 43 years Terry has probably carried countless stories through those sorting office doors, yet his greatest strength has always been knowing which stories belonged to others and treating them with care.

As he prepares to deliver his final day, Terry has one wish for those continuing the journey.

“I’d like to leave things a little better than I found them. Moving from New Street into this building in 2011 was a big step forward. I wish the new team every success.”

Then, with a grin, he added one final line that perhaps sums up both his career and the woman who has stood beside him throughout it.

“Agatha reckons she’s retiring today as well. She’s been my rock outside the office and she’s known the ins and outs of An Post almost as well as I have.”

After 43 years of faithful service, Terry Potts has certainly earned his final delivery. Judging by the smiles that followed him around Tiernaboul sorting office that morning, the message is already in the post. He will be greatly missed.

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