Barefoot in the Park
(the Rambler)
'As
I went through a guttery gap
I met my uncle Davy.
A stick up his back and a stone in his belly-
Who's my uncle Davy?
(Answer: A plum).
An old man of my acquaintance was reminiscing about his school days in the
nineteen twenties, and he concluded with the piece of doggerel verse quoted
above (writes The Rambler).
For the benefit of readers unfamiliar with `Ulsterisms', `guttery' means muddy -
very muddy.
On farms, plum trees and damson trees very often shed their fruit, of a wet
summer, into a patch of mud in a gap leading into a field.
My friend recalled with nostalgia how all the school boys, or 'scholars', as
they were called, shed their footwear in May and did not retrieve them until
late August or
September.
For many boys there was no choice because of poverty, but peer pressure forced
all the pupils to follow suit.
Challenge
Some
hardy boy, probably a bit of a bully, would set the challenge by arriving first
in the classroom barefooted and a competition ensued.
Any lad who 'chickened out' got hell.
In fact he could only remember one boy who defied all the pressure, even
bullying, and manfully retained his footwear.
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He was 'a mammy's boy', an only child who lived near the school with no
opportunity to deposit his shoes between home and school.
Some pupils did. They left home well shod, hid their shoes and retrieved them
before they headed home.
My friend was a farmer's son and his parents could have afforded to dress him in
shoes, but he had his pride and was always one of first to arrive barefooted at
school in May.
Barefooted
Since he was a farmer's son he even went barefooted after school.
Guttery gaps had to be taken in his stride, leading eventually to a trip to the
pump in the yard ('street fountain' in the language of 'townies') to wash.
He
recalls crippling around over pebbles, picking his steps and treading softly for
the first day or two barefooted, but avers that inside a week his soles were
like leather and even the thorns around farm hedges were no great problem.
Nettles were.
Stubble
His pet hate was the stubble left when corn crops were cut. That was 'a tarra'!
But a 'crigged' toe was worse!
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