suffolk street

My life has been pretty chaotic lately and I haven’t had the time, energy or desire to write.  For some reason though, this story got stuck in my head last night and remained there this morning so I thought I’d give it a go.  Please note that, once again, I made up Tom’s niece’s name but I did make it the same name as I did in the story I had her in before.  


Christmas Medicine – A Hiddleswift Short Story

This is his favorite time of year.  When nostalgia begins to seep into his soul and his heart yearns for the familiarity and comfort of home and family.  It seems to happen without fail the moment he lays eyes on the first wreath of the season and intensifies with each carol, ornament and whiff of pine.  He loves how it makes him feel.  Loves the warmth it provides.  Loves that regardless of what has been going on in his life, the moment he is able to walk along the light draped streets of Suffolk during the Christmas season, all of his worries and pains disappear.  Christmas medicine his mother once said to him.  

Christmas medicine indeed.

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Henry Pether (fl.1828-65, England)

Henry Pether was an English painter of landscapes, mainly cities under moonlight. He was probably the son of Sebastian Pether, or perhaps Abraham Pether (Sebastian’s father) - both also artists. His birth date and biography are not known, but he exhibited at the Royal Academy from 1828 to 1862, the British Institution and Suffolk Street.

Pether was known for his beautiful moonlight scenes along the Thames (a popular genre of the time most famously exemplified by the works of Atkinson Grimshaw) however he also painted other English views and scenes of Venice too.


Degrees by Lee Acaster
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Shingle Street yesterday morning

La liseuse (The Reader) [c.1877]. Robert James Gordon (English, 1845-1932). Oil on canvas.

Gordon’s name was mentioned as one of those older members of the Society of British Artists not ‘directly indebted’ to James McNeill Whistler who have shown a liberal appreciation of art and have thus brought many improvements to the Suffolk Street exhibitions. The writer, seeking to give Gordon the praise due him, declared that as an artist he sought 'to render natural beauty by methods as legitimate and as personal as those of Mr. Whistler.’

O'Donoghue's on Suffolk St

Situated on Suffolk St just off of Grafton, O’Donoghue’s is in a perfect location to grab a drink after a long day of walking in the city.  On this particular Saturday night the pub was packed to the gills with an eclectic array of patrons in for a pint and to take in the live music.  A fairly good band playing rock from the 90’s. 

I was able to find a spot at the bar and order my regular drink from the attractive barman – always a plus!  The pub is fairly small, but consists of 2 floors with minimal seating on the ground floor other than at the bar and a few stools/tables scattered probably to accommodate the live music crowds.  The upper floor has quite a few tables if you are seeking to hide a bit further away from the action.  With a old wood bar, wood floors, and brick walls this pub packs the charm.  Adorning the walls are old photos, bottles, and ceramic/glass jugs to add a bit of history which is key to any old Irish pub.

O’Donoghue’s has a nice, laid back atmosphere and although it might get a bit too packed some nights with the live music – it is a great little pub to catch a drink in.  I will definitely be back in the future for another round….. 

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