e tend to bandy about the term Greystones legend here at GG HQ quite a bit as we set out to celebrate, elate and inflate some of the local lads and lassies.
In truth, despite all the big hearts and their good deeds, very few people in this town truly deserve such a title.
Top of the short list when it comes to those that do deserve to feted and immortalised though is Bridie Mooney.
Goddamn, she was some woman. And her passing at 9.20am on Wednesday, September 23rd 2020 was like a slab of Greystones coastline sliding into the sea.
For anyone over the age of10, Bridie Mooney was most probably part of your childhood. Thanks to that fine Trafalgar Road sweet shop, this woman was Mum #2 to many. And for quite a few, she was probably Mum #1.
For the kids, she had Curly-Wurlys, Rowntree’s Jelly Tots, Hubba Bubba, Spangles, Opal Fruits and Fizzle Sticks. For the parents, it was Silvermints, 20 Major and a mildly-thumbed copy of Ireland’s Own.
From our first day on the job here at GG, we’ve been celebrating the wonder that is Bridie Mooney. When we launched My Greystones in May 2014, the lady was thevery first. When we unearthed vampires in the town, guess who wastop of the list? When we turned our hand to video chats, hey, thereshe wasagain. And when Ross McParland went all for Culture Night in 2016, the guest of honourhad to be Bridie Mooney.
And when we launched our annual Greystones Person Of The Year – oh, would you look at whoit is.
Thomas, Agnes, Bob, Brigid & Aine…
And that’s just the tip of the Iceberger. Again and again, we’ve been lucky enough to get to know this lady alittle bit better.
Just how deep a presence Mrs Mooney had in all our lives was amply demonstrated when, back in December 2015, Bridie announcedher retirementafter a remarkable 62 years behind that well-worn counter – and pretty much the whole towncame out to say goodbye on Christmas Eve. Bejiggers, it was truly a family affair.
In truth, of course, Bridie had her own family, and was truly Mum #1 to Patrick, Agnes, Teresa, Thomas, Brigid, Áine and Bob. And what a life it must have been. Their father, Robert, had his coal lorry whilst mum Bridie kept the home fires burning. And, thanks to all those sweets, just about every other kid in the town was their cousin.
Our thoughts and prayers are with them all.
We’ll leave you with this short ramble chat from October 2015, as we took our first steps to charting the wonderful life of a remarkable woman…
Now, go explore our Mrs Mooney archives right over here.
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