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Saturday.

The Ambassador Theatre, Parnell Square Upper O Connell Street, Dublin

The opening of new Sinn Féin-backed exhibition ‘Revolution 1916’ featuring the largest private collection of Easter Rising memorabilia with over 500 items on display.

From top: Usher Rachel O’Brien in the theatre’s 1916-mural-bedecked foyer; Molly O’Reilly, granddaughter of Countess Markievicz, with a statue of her famous relative;; a revolver used by Michael Collins;  A car used in the movie Michael Collins (1996); Artist Brian P Mulvany beside his 1916 drawing a year in the making;  Ed Cosgrave as Padraig Pearse reads the 1916 Proclamation; Exhibition organiser Bartie D’Arcy  in a replica of the stonebreaker’s yard from Kilmainham Jail.

Fight!

Revolution 1916

Leon Farrell/Rollingnews

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Aoife Noonan writes:

A Terrible Hullabaloo is our first short film.  It’s about Vinny Byrne who was a 15 year old volunteer during the Easter Rising.  Told with puppets…It was funded by the Irish Film Board under their After ’16 short film scheme. The first screening will be in the Audi Dublin International Film Festival later this month.

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This afternoon.

At St Patrick’s Parish Church, Ringsend, Dublin 4.

Service of Remembrance and Reclamation for the 40 children who were killed in the Easter Rising, April 1916.

Last pic from left: President Higgins and Sabrina with RTÉ presenter Joe Duffy [who championed the commemoration] with pupils from 6th class in St Patrick’s National School.

(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)

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[Stephen’s Green (west), Dublin during the Easter Rising]

On this day 1916.

“I awoke into full insurrection and bloody war, but I did not know anything about it.

At one o’clock I went to lunch.

On the way home I noticed that many silent people were standing in their doorways—an unusual thing in Dublin outside of the back streets….

As I drew near the Green rifle fire began like sharply-cracking whips…In the centre of this side of the Park a rough barricade of carts and motor cars had been sketched. It was still full of gaps. Behind it was a halted tram, and along the vistas of the Green one saw other trams derelict, untenanted…

Just then a man stepped on the footpath and walked directly to the barricade. He stopped and gripped the shafts of a lorry lodged near the centre. At that instant the Park exploded into life and sound; from nowhere armed men appeared at the railings, and they all shouted at the man.

“Put down that lorry. Let out and go away. Let out at once.”

These were the cries. The man did not let out. He halted with the shafts in his hand, and looked towards the vociferous pailings. Then, and very slowly, he began to draw the lorry out of the barricade. The shouts came to him again, very loud, very threatening, but he did not attend to them.

“He is the man that owns the lorry,” said a voice beside me.

Dead silence fell on the people around while the man slowly drew his cart down by the footpath. Then three shots rang out in succession. At the distance he could not be missed, and it was obvious they were trying to frighten him. He dropped the shafts, and instead of going away he walked over to the Volunteers.

“He has a nerve,” said another voice behind me.

The man walked directly towards the Volunteers, who, to the number of about ten, were lining the railings. He walked slowly, bent a little forward, with one hand raised and one finger up as though he were going to make a speech. Ten guns were pointing at him, and a voice repeated many times:

“Go and put back that lorry or you are a dead man. Go before I count four. One, two, three, four.”

A rifle spat at him, and in two undulating movements the man sank on himself and sagged to the ground.

I ran to him with some others, while a woman screamed unmeaningly, all on one strident note. The man was picked up and carried to a hospital beside the Arts Club. There was a hole in the top of his head, and one does not know how ugly blood can look until it has been seen clotted in hair. As the poor man was being carried in, a woman plumped to her knees in the road and began not to scream but to screetch.

At that moment the Volunteers were hated. The men by whom I was and who were lifting the body, roared into the railings:—

“We’ll be coming back for you, damn you.”

From the railings there came no reply, and in an instant the place was again desert and silent, and the little green vistas were slumbering among the trees.”

From James Stephens’  ‘The Insurrection in Dublin’ (1916)

Pic via Dublin And The Great War (Facebook)

Thanks Sibling of Daedalus

 


Quite possibly.

On April 24th 2016, 100 years to the day since the Easter Rising. A Franco German battle group is sent to Irish international waters to put down an Irish Rebellion against the European Union

Brianr writes:

Just spotted this Game in the Google Play store but looks like it may have been around for a while (3rd release).