This Friday the pupils, teachers, families and many past pupils of Dualla National School will celebrate the opening of the new school.
As they look forward to that day The Nationalist shares some memories of teaching at Dualla National School.
Duíche Áille, “land of beauty,” is one of the Irish translations for Dualla, the other being “The land of cattle”, presumably because of its fertile limestone land where cattle thrive. There is no doubt that Dualla is indeed a land of beauty. On the approach from Cashel, the first view you get of it is from the hill at Ballykelly. Much of the area spreads out before you in a valley of its own. The village itself nestles between the Kill Hills to the east with its ancient settlements of forts and the famine village, and the beautiful wooded Mount O’Meara to the rear.
This is where I was so lucky to find myself teaching after moving from the hustle and bustle of London almost 13 years ago with our young family.
The school was a two classroom school, staffed with just the master and I, I being referred to as the mistress. Our small school had a large playing pitch to the rear, which was, as in every school, zealously guarded by the older kids, with access only sanctioned to new kids when they graduated to “the Masters Room.” A grassed area to the front served as the junior children’s football pitch, with a slab of concrete for hunts or skipping or whatever games were fashionable.
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