Little Stories
Little Prints
2016
Margaret Becker
Inspired by an account of the event read in “Noontide Blazing” by John Cowell. (Title taken from a Michael Collins’ poem)
The night shall brighten to a noontide blazing
Over hill and glen
And the days to come on Freedom’s fullness gazing
Shall recall the men
Who though weary soul’d with war and dreams proved hollow
Met the foe with scorn
Keeping the old flag flying that their sons might follow
On the road to Morn.
When Cumann na mBan were feeding the Volunteers in one of the 11 posts around Dublin City, they made endless sandwiches and cups of tea and people brought them food from where ever they could get it, a leg of mutton arrived one day and not a knife was around to carve it, so one member of Cumann na mBan, a medical student in fact, seized a bayonet from a bewildered Volunteer and proceeded to carve the meat and make sandwiches, the Volunteers were very well fed thanks to Cumann na mBan.