- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
29 MARCH 1967 — DUBLIN
LIKE ALL GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS, the interior of the public waiting room in the Department of Social Welfare was drab and uninviting. The walls were painted in three colours: `Government green,' as it was known to all in Dublin, on the bottom half, and either cream or very old white on the top half, with a one-inch strip of red dividing the two. The only seating consisted of two pew-like wooden benches — these were covered in gouged-out initials and dates. Lighting was provided by one large opaque bowl-like fixture hanging from a six-foot cable in the centre of the high ceiling. The outside of the bowl was dusty, the inside yellowed and speckled with fly shit. In the bottom of the bowl lay a collection of dead flies.
`Serves them right,' said the woman staring at the globe.
`What? Serves who right, Agnes?' her companion asked tenderly.
`Them, Marion.' She pointed to the globe. `Them flies ... serves them right.'
Marion looked up at the globe. For a couple of minutes they both stared at the light.
`Jaysus, Agnes, I'm not with yeh ... serves them right for what?' Marion was puzzled and not a little concerned about Agnes's state of mind. Grief is a peculiar thing. Agnes pointed at the globe again.
`They flew into that bowl, right? Then they couldn't get out, so they shit themselves and died. Serves them right, doesn't it?'
Marion stared at the globe again, her mouth slightly open, her mind trying to work outwhat Agnes was on about. Agnes was now back scanning her surroundings; the wall-clock tick-tocked. Again, she looked at the only other person in the room. He was a one-legged man, haft-standing, haft-propped up at the hatch. She heard him making his claim for unemployment benefit. He was a `gotchee', a night watchman on a building site. He had just been sacked because some kids had got on to the site and broken the windows. The girl was `phoning his former employer to ensure he had been sacked and had not left of his own accord. Agnes was trying to imagine what it must be like to be sacked. Being self-employed, she had never been sacked.
`Fuck them.' Marion broke the silence.
`Who?' asked Agnes.
`Them flies,' Marion pointed. `Fuck them, you're right, shittin' on everything else all their lives. Serves them right! Oh Agnes, is this fella goin' t'be much longer? I'm bustin` for a slash.' Marion had a pained expression on her face. Agnes looked over the man's shoulder. The girl was just putting the phone down.
`She's nearly finished. Look, there's a jacks outside in the hall, you go on, I'll be all right. Go on!'
Marion bolted from the waiting room. At the same time the girl returned to the hatch.
`Right then, Mr O'Reilly. Here's your signing-on card. You will sign on at hatch 44, upstairs in Gardiner Street at 9.30am on Friday, okay?'
The man looked at the card and then back at the girl. `Friday? But this is Monday. Yer man wouldn't pay me and I've no money.'
The girl became very business-like. `That's between you and him, Mr O'Reilly. You'll have to sort that out yourself. Friday, 9.30, hatch 44.'
The man still did not leave. `What will I do between now and Friday?'
The girl had had enough. `I don't care what you do. You can't stand there until Friday, that's for sure. Now go on, off with you.'
`He's a bollix,' the man told the girl.
She reddened. `That's enough of that, Mr O'Reilly.'
But he hadn't finished. `If I had me other leg I'd fuckin' give it to him, I would!'
The girl bowed her head in a resigned fashion. `If you had your other leg, Mr O'Reilly,' she snapped, `you would have caught the children and you wouldn't be here now, would you?' She closed the doors of the hatch in the hope that Mr O'Reilly would vanish. He gathered himself together, slid the card into his inside pocket, put his glasses into a clip-lid box and propped his crutch under his arm. As he made for the exit he said aloud, `And you're a bollix too!' He opened the door of the waiting room just as Marion got to it.
`That one's only a bollix,' he said to her and, surprisingly quickly, headed off down the hallway.
Marion looked after him for a moment and then turned to Agnes. `What was that about?' she said as she took her seat beside her friend.
Agnes shrugged. `Don't know. Did yeh go?'
`All right then?'
`I'm grand. Jaysus, the paper they use here cuts the arse off'a yeh.'
`That auld greaseproof stuff?.'
`Yeh, it's like wipin' your arse with a crisp bag.'
`Well, what are you waitin' for?'
`I was waitin' on you to come back. Come on.'
The two women went to the hatch. Agnes pressed the bell. They heard no sound.
`Press it again,' said Marion.
Agnes did. Still no sound. Marion knocked on the hatch doors. Behind, they could hear the sound of movement.
`Someone's comin',' whispered Agnes. Then, as if she was preparing to sing she cleared her throat with a cough. The hatch opened. It was the same girl. She didn't look up. Instead she opened a notebook and, still with the head down, asked, `Name and social welfare number?'
`I don't have one,' Agnes replied.
`You don't have a name?' The girl now looked up.
`Of course she has a name,' Marion now joined in. `It's Agnes, after the Blessed Agnes, Agnes Browne.'
`I haven't got a social welfare number.'
`Everybody has a social welfare number, Missus!'
`Well, I haven't!'
`Your husband — is he working?'
`No, not any more.'
`So, he's signed on, then?'
The girl was now silent. She stared at Agnes, then at Marion.
`Dead?' Both women nodded. The girl was still not giving up on the numbers game. `Do you have your widow's pension book with you?'
`I haven't got one, that's why I'm here.'
`Ah, so this is a new claim?' The girl felt better now that she had a grasp of what was happening. She lifted a form from below the counter. Both women shot glances at each other, a look of fear crossing their faces. They regarded the answering of questions on forms as an exam of some kind. Agnes wasn't prepared for this. The girl began the interrogation.
`Now, your full name?'
`Agnes Loretta Browne.'
`Is that Browne with an "E"?'
`Yeh, and Agnes with an "E" and Loretta with an "E".'
The girl stared at Agnes, not sure that this woman wasn't taking the piss out of her.
`Your maiden name?'
`Lovely. Now, your husband's name?'
`Nicholas Browne, and before you ask, I don't know his maiden name.'
`Nicholas Browne will be fine. Occupation?'
Agnes looked at Marion and back at the girl, then said softly, `Dead.'
`No, when he was alive, what did he do when he was alive?'
`He was a kitchen porter.'
`And where did he work?'
Again, Agnes looked into Marion's blank face. `In the kitchen?' she offered, hoping it was the right answer.
`Of course in the kitchen, but which kitchen? Was it a hotel?'
`It's still a hotel, isn't it, Marion?' Marion nodded.
`Which hotel?!!' The girl was exasperated now and the question came out through her teeth.
`The Gresham Hotel in O'Connell Street, love,' Agnes answered confidently. That was an easy one. The girl scribbled in the answer and moved down the form.
`Now, what was the cause of death?'
`A hunter,' Agnes said.
`Was he shot?' the girl asked incredulously. `Was your husband shot?'
`By who?' Agnes asked this question as if the girl had found out something about her husband's death that she didn't know herself.
`The hunter, was your husband shot by a hunter?'
Agnes was puzzled now. She thought it out for a moment and then a look of realisation spread over her face.
`No, love! A Hillman Hunter, he was knocked down by a Hillman Hunter — a car!'
The girl stared at the two women again, then dismissed the thought that this was Candid Camera. These are just two gobshites, she told herself. `A motor accident ... I see.' She scribbled again. The two women could see that she was now writing on the bottom line. They were pleased. But then she turned the form over to a new list of questions. The disappointment of the women was audible. The young girl felt it and in an effort to ease the tension of the two said, `That must have been a shock.'
Agnes thought for a moment. `Yeh, it must have been, sure he couldn't have been expecting it!'
The girl glanced around the room, wondering could it be possible that there was a hidden camera after all. Again she dismissed it.
`Right, then, let's move on. Now, how many children do you have?'
`Seven? A good Catholic family!'
`Ah, they're all right. But yeh have to bate the older wans to Mass.'
`I'm sure. Eh, I'll need their names and ages.'
`Right! Let me see, Mark is the eldest, he's fourteen; then Francis, he's thirteen; then the twins, there's two of them, Simon and Dermot, twelve, both of them; then Rory and he's eleven; after him there's Cathy, she was a forceps, very difficult!'
`It was, I remember it well. You're a martyr, Agnes,' Marion commented.
`Ah sure, what can you do, Marion. She's ten; and last of all there's Trevor, the baby, he's three.'
The form had been designed to accommodate ten children so there was plenty of space left. The girl ran a line through the last three spaces and moved on to the next section. In the back of her mind she wondered what it was between 1957 and 1964 that gave Mrs Browne the `break'!
`Now, when did your husband die?'
`Yes, but what day?'
`This morning! But sure, he couldn't even have a death certificate yet!'
`Ah no, not at all — sure he didn't even go past primary!'
`No, a death certificate. I need a death certificate. A certificate from the doctor stating that your husband is in fact dead. He could be alive, for all I know.'
`No, love, he's definitely dead. Definitely. Isn't he, Marion?'
Marion agreed. `Absolutely. I know him years, and I've never seen him look so bad. Dead, definitely dead!'
`Look Mrs ... eh, Browne, I cannot process this until you get a death certificate from the hospital or doctor that pronounced your husband dead.'
Mrs Browne's eyes half-closed as she thought about this. `So, if I can't get this until tomorrow, I'll lose a day's money?'
`You won't lose anything, Mrs Browne. It will be back-dated. You will get every penny that's due to you. I promise.'
Marion was relieved for her friend. She poked her in the side. `Back-dated, that's grand, Agnes, so you needn't have rushed down at all.'
Agnes wasn't convinced. `Are you sure?'
The girl smiled. `I'm absolutely sure. Now look, take this form with you — it's all filled in already — and when you get the death certificate, hand them both in together. Oh, and bring your marriage certificate as well, you'll get that from the church that you married in. In the meantime, Mrs Browne, if you need some money to get by on just call down to the Dublin Health Authority Office in Jervis Street and see the relieving officer there.'
Agnes took all this in. `The relieving officer, Jervis Street?'
The girl nodded. `Jervis Street.'
Agnes folded the form. She was about to leave but she turned back to the girl. `Don't mind that one-legged "gotchee". You're very good, love, and you're not a bollix!'
With that, the two women stepped back out into the March sunshine to prepare for a funeral.
Posted May 30, 2012
Mammy is a delightful character! Widowed with 6 youngsters at home, Mammy does her best to keep the family afloat. I laughed at her wonder over her best friend describing having an "organism", her brush with the law over an incident with an overbearing nun, and her mishap with a love struck Frenchman. I can't wait to read the rest of the series.
1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 27, 2013
I've read all three in this trilogy and have given as gifts. Back again to buy another as a birthday present. I laughed, I cried, I laughed again. My all time (Irish) favoritesWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 4, 2013
This book provided an interesting take on the Irish way of life in the 1950s. Bits of humor were interspersed with some language/situations not for the faint of heart. Thoroughly enjoyed the ending!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 16, 2012
Posted February 6, 2011
Posted September 26, 2009
Brendan O'Connor's Mammy is a sheer delight! Here is a uniquely Irish story that immerses the reader into the life of Agnes Brown, her friends, and her many children. The book is irreverent and outrageous, yet sensitive and poignant. For those who want a remarkable reading experience, I highly recommend "Mammy."(The movie "Agnes Browne," starring Anjelica Huston, was based on this book.)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 27, 2009
I loved this book so much I have actually given the book 3 times as a gift. It is a short, easy read. Great for the beach. Laughted out loud so many times my husband read it just to find out what was so funny. He loved it also.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
This book is a must have. It is a can't help yourself, laugh out loud book. This story brought tears, laughter and surprise. If you have any Irish background this book will bring back forgotton memories.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 31, 2009
I rarely laugh out loud when reading a book but The Mammy and the rest of the Agnes Brown series are that funny. The story of Agnes Brown and her clan ranges from funny to heartwarming to inspiring to sad but always interesting. The Mammy and the other three books in the collection are all well worth the read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 24, 2009
Although the language in the book was full of the f-word, so I had to hide it when the kids were around, I kept wanting to share the stories of this family. It would be a lot of fun for an adult book club. It really takes you to another time and place and makes you empathize with the trials of this family. Also, there is a good balance between sorrow and celebration. The characters were diverse enough for everyone to relate.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 16, 2009
Oh MY GOSH!! This book absolutely will make you laugh, cry, cheer, and many more human emotions as you read and enjoy. Soooo, very heart warming!!!! I found Brendan O'Carroll's writing light hearted and yet so tender. Although I wasn't use to the native Irish tongue -- it brought joy to translate and learn! I want to find the rest of the Agnes Browne Trilogy so I can read them. And honestly, at the end of The Mammy -- I felt a presence ..... goosebumps everywhere! I've NEVER had a book do that to me, no, not EVER! A wonderful and great read!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 26, 2008
Posted August 25, 2003
I was given this book from a coworker. I had no expectations...and found myself laughing out loud! This book was engaging and endearing. I quickly fell in love with Agnes and her children and was rooting for them to prevail. It is a quick read and I found myself completing the entire trilogy in one weekend. I would definitely recommend this book!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 20, 2003
Wow! I loved this book so, so, so, much. It was charming and witty. It pulled at my heartstrings, while making me roll over with laughter. This book truly makes you appreciate your Mom, and entire family.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 10, 2001
How can you laugh at a widow with seven children? When the widow is Agnes Browne, you can! Dublin is the home for Agnes Browne and her family. The cards have fallen and Agnes has so much going against her- her husband's recent death, being a single mother to her seven children, and working long hours selling produce in her stall on Moore Street. But when Agnes finds herself at the bottom of the barrel, she shows her never disputable strength. When Agnes' best friend, Marion, is faced with tragedy, Agnes is there right by her side. Agnes takes on her daughter's teacher, when her mothering feathers have been ruffled. No one, not even Sister Magdalen will get away with mistreating one of her children! Agnes is a bit rough around the edges when she is the target for the attention and affection from the French owner of the local pizza parlor. Not surprisingly, Agnes manages to win his affection on her own terms. Brendan O'Carroll has created characters I will not forget. Any mother who has survived her son going through puberty, must read this book. I laughed so hard I ached! I am looking forward to the next book in this seriesWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 9, 2001
How can you possibly laugh at the life of a widow with seven children? Easy if that widow is Agnes Browne! Brendan O'Carroll has created characters that pull your heartstrings. Agnes Browne had me laughing, and she had me crying. She had me cheering for her. This lady was one after my own heart- when she found herself at the bottom of the barrel, she came back with more strength than ever to fight her way back, proving her unending strength. O'Carroll painted a beautiful picture for us to see 'a mother has to do whatever a mother has to do' to take care of her children, especially when she is the only parent. Agnes showed her ruffled feathers when she felt her child's teacher had violated one of her children. I had a hard time reading through my tears, while Agnes was fighting her battle. But, all the while I was cheering her on. Agnes shared a special relationship with Marion, her best friend. Agnes made us see what being a best friend meant to her. Marion was blessed to have Agnes in her life as was Agnes having her best friend Marion. What more could we expect from our relationships? There were times when I had tears rolling down my face from laughing. Every mother who has survived her son going through puberty would love some of the scenes in this book. O'Carroll has shown what a special relationship a mother has with her children. He created all of the characters with such depth, that I will not soon forget the Browne's. I am looking forward to the other books in this series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 5, 2001
Posted July 3, 2001
to be honest - i thought the opening chapter was a bit forced by the author - trying too hard to be funny - i almost put it down. but something about his style kept me going and am i glad i did... mr o'carroll gives us a sentimental and rollicking look at 1960s dublin through the eyes of a poor single, working mother and her brood of children. laughs are plentiful as well as a few tears. brendan o'carroll won me over in the end. can't wait to raed his others. good on ya!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 14, 2000
This book is a delight to read. I told the bookstore owner that I wanted something that was light and enjoyable, yet well written. She recommended The Mammy. WOW! It was just what I needed. I also read the second two books in the trilogy--enjoyed all three. Infinitely better than Angela's Ashes. Read and laugh out loud (you may shed a few too).Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 28, 2000