The new logo introduces the ‘The Lismore Blue’ – a flower with a strong link to the locality and to the Cricket Club. The Lismore Blue (Anemone nemerosa) is a particular type of wood anemone that is flowers in springtime in the glens to the north of the town.

The rare blue colour variant was first coIlected and cultivated by Frances W. Currey (1848-1917), founder of the Water Colour Society of Ireland, and a noted botanist. The plant is still in cultivation today.

The Currey family lived in Lismore and for 3 generations worked as estate agents for the Castle in the 1800’s. In  the 1860’s and 1870’s Frances’ father F.E. Curry helped establish Cricket in the grounds of Castle Farm. Her brother ‘Chet’ Currey is recorded as Hon. Secretary of the Club in 1872. That family link to the town and Club survived through to 2016 with the death of their grand-nephew Dermot Edwards at the age of 86.

Dermot had a long connection with the Club. He joined the Club in 1978 when he returned to their old family home in Bushfield, Lismore and for the next 30 years dedicated much of his life to the Cricket Club and maintenance and improvement of the grounds. He was elected Club President in the early 1990’s and remained so at the time of his death. He was also a former Vice-President of the MCU for many years. Dermot was a traditionalist. He described artificial wickets as “magic carpets” and insisted that the grass wickets at Lismore were swept with his witches broom before being cut with the old Allet Mower.

Our new emblem pays pays tribute to the memory of Dermot Edwards and the Curry Family. It also links to the Club to the cultural heritage associated with Lismore and the biodiversity of the surrounding area. Finally, it provides a positive emblem which the Club can look to the future with and it is hoped that future generations in West Waterford region will sport ‘The Lismore Blue’ and represent their locality at this wonderful game  for many years to come.

Munster Junior Cup Winners of 1978, with Dermot Edwards (3rd from right on back row) 

• The crest is designed by Dan Dixon, a graphic designer and club member. You can learn more about his skills here: www.dandixondesign.com. The crest comprises 3 key elements: the  the Club’s traditional green and yellow colours, the Lismore Blue flower, and the cricket themed stumps and ball.
• Dan has also designed our new Cricket Shirts and our new T20 Away kit, which are on our club membership page. 
• The Club is fielding 2 teams in the Munster Cricket Leagues this year and have U-13 and U-15 teams participating in the youth leagues. We welcome new players and members.

Frances Curry (Centre front, seated) at the Warren Gardens in Lismore, c. 1900

Michael Hickey | 27 May 2016

Lismore (1978) – Dermot Edwards is pictured 3rd from right in back row with a rather young looking Michael Hickey to his right.

The death of Dermot Edwards of Bushfield, Lismore and formerly of Burwarton, Shropshire, at the age of 86 at Conna Nursing Home on Friday 13th May severs a connection that goes back to the beginnings of Lismore Cricket Club at the start of the 1870s. Born John Robert Dermot Edwards in early 1930, he was the son of Richard Barton Corbett Edwards and Mary Constance Godfrey.

His connections with Lismore came through his grandparents, Sir John Ernest Godfrey and Lady Eileen Mary Godfrey (nee Currey), who lived in Bushfield; indeed Lady Godfrey died there in 1971 at an advanced age. His Great Granduncle Francis Edward Currey was agent of the Duke of Devonshire in Lismore Castle, and his son Chetwode H. Currey is recorded as being Hon. Secretary of Lismore C.C. in 1872. In 1977, after his grandmother’s death Dermot, his late wife Gillian, and their 3 sons William, the late Bobby and Jamie, moved to the old family home in Lismore from Shropshire.

Though he played cricket throughout his life, in Shropshire and in Saudi Arabia on matting pitches laid on concrete, where he worked in the electronics area, Dermot’s played his first cricket match with Lismore on 13th May 1978. He played no small part in Lismore winning the Munster Junior League later that year. The following year he scored 102 not out in a Junior League match v Cork Harlequins at Farmers Cross. Many will remember his old style batting gloves, which had to be carefully strapped on each hand but allowing the bare hands to hold the bat and his cricket trousers in which he held up with an old MCC tie serving as a belt.

He continued to play on well into his 70’s and was a fearless fielder especially at silly mid-off, until he finally hung up his boots. Of course that did not finish his involvement in cricket with Lismore and beyond. He continued lovingly tending his sacred patch, the pitch, with his various tools and implements, especially his witches broom, which had to be used in the correct direction – was it brushing left-to-right or right-to-left?, eradicating any weeds that had the temerity to invade the batting square, umpiring and generally keeping everyone in order and preventing them losing the run of themselves aided and assisted on all such matters by the late Dennis MacKintosh and his good friend John Ind.

In the 1990’s he was elected as President of Lismore CC and remained so to the time of his death. He was also a former Vice-President of the MCU for many years. He was very much a cricketer of the “old school” and a long-time member of the MCC. He had little time for or understanding of the innovations of the modern game. Limited overs cricket matches had no attraction for him and the introduction of coloured clothing he regarded as a step too far – pyjama cricket was his description.

He also couldn’t understand why cricket clubs couldn’t make the effort to have turf pitches; he had a strong dislike of playing on artificial pitches, which he described as “magic carpets”. These were totally unsuitable for his old style cricket boots with spikes of course, which tended to get stuck in them. Goodness knows what he thought of the arrival of T20 cricket – that is probably something best left to the imagination! No, rather he loved “real cricket matches” whether timed matches, 3 day county matches or 5-day tests; especially at Lords, where was regularly shown on the TV screen in the Members area near the entrance to the Pavilion, with his W.G. Grace-style full beard, MCC hat, blazer and tie.

Dermot’s wife Gillian died in 2005 and his son Bobby died tragically in 1995. He is survived by his sons William, who lives in England and Jamie, who lives in New Zealand and by his 5 grandchildren, to whom, together with his other relatives and many friends we express our sincere condolences. His funeral service will be held in St. Carthage’s Cathedral, Lismore at 2.30pm on Friday 27th May, after which he shall be buried with his wife Gillian in the adjoining cemetery.

In the words of sweetness and sadness by poet Francis Thompson (1859 – 1907):

The field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro, 
To and fro;
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!

Michael Hickey
23 May 2016

Over the last year, all the focus at the club has looked to the future  – hours spent getting the pitch right, improving the square, scheduling matches, encouraging the youngsters and chasing membership fees to cover the cost of the insurance and  petrol for the mowers. But with the recent turn in the weather, this week saw a number of events conspire to remind the club of times past.

The old Slazenger bat at the Club house.

It started last weekend, where a bit of attention was given to the equipment and sorting out the clubhouse bats.I sifted through about fifteen in all, working on those that should compliment our new purchases and discarding the old and split. Two hours were spent re-gripping perished handles, sanding out old nicks and chips. Applying coats of linseed oil onto thirsty willow, all the while convincing myself that such effort will result in at least 10 additional runs to each of our innings over the coming season, and I expect to be proved right!

About half way through, I picked up a short handle Slazenger – wrinkled, old, yellowed and well worn. Unsure of the model or the vintage, for that ink had long since disappeared, my first impression was that this one was fit for ‘beach bats’ pile. Then I turned it over in my hand and looked down the spine, stumbling into one of those special moments where the past cheerily jumps out to greet you right there and then.

All the way down the back were faded biro scribbles, with doodles and names such as Michael Kiely, Carl Quinn, and Neal O’Keeffe etched into the wood, along with some more exotic tags such as  ‘Eastwood O’Callaghan’, ‘Peter Rambo’ and ‘Coxy’.

I looked at the names and markings for a good while – they were unfamiliar to me and the only clues I had to their time was ‘Liverpool’ scribbled near the splice, which along with the Eastwood / Rambo reference,  suggests that this heralds from their common heyday back in the 80’s. The mind conjures up scenes to try and bridge the time gap – perhaps this was a team that won a cup or a league? Perhaps some friends marking their time together? Or maybe they were just bored, stuck in the clubhouse waiting for the rain to pass during the last match of a dull season. Was it a even a Lismore bat, or was it left here by another club? Not giving any more of its secrets away, I turned the bat over, picked up ball  and tested it out. I found it to be light, well balanced, sound and still in possession of a decent enough spring from the small sweet spot. I’d happily head out and face an innings with this one. No- a bat such as this deserves to be kept and spoken of. I spared the sandpaper, but gave it a coat of oil and put it up on the rack where it rightly belongs.

Earlier this week, I called to visit Dermot Edwards who is recovering from a knee replacement in Conna Convalescent Home. Dermot is still a main pillar of our club, the last of a long family connection that extends back to the time of his great great uncle Frances Currey, whose son Chetwode was the first recorded club secretary of 1872. Those who know Dermot will recall a good cricketer with a great passion and a deep, old-school knowledge of the game. Many consider him to know more about ground care and maintenance than many of the professional groundsmen at English County grounds. Why we have such a good ground today is largely down to him.

Now well into his 80’s he is currently in frail condition, though his mind is strong and in possession of a determination to complete his recovery and return home to continue work on his memoirs. We had a good talk about his many memories of the club and games from years long passed, including one incident around 1998 where, when rushing to get the U-15’s to the Maradyke for a game, he got blocked by two lady drivers on Blarney St. in Cork – he beeped the horn, and they then proceeded to berate him. Those that remember Dermot’s temper can well imagine the Basil Fawlty type scene that ensued! More on that one later, but the knowledge and memories that he still holds also deserve to be remembered and recorded where possible.

Munster Junior Cup Winners of 1978.   Back row: Scarf O’Neill, George Kingston, Ger Foley, David Lee, Michael Hickey, Dermot Edwards, Jim Campion, Matt Gough; Front row, Joseph Pollard, Gus Kingston, Paddy Pollard, Eric Flynn, Paddy Pollard, Gerard Kennedy, Alen Cox, John Campion

I also had a pleasant introduction to past member Michael Hickey this week, who has helped compile a brief history of the club and who kindly forwarded the team photo above. He recalls a conversation with another past member Trevor Endersen, who promised to show him (and hopefully share) his collection of club photographs and memorabilia. Sadly, he never got to see the hoard as Trevor had passed away later that year of 2004 and where those items are now – well who knows?

It prompts one into thinking about how important history is to a club, how fragile those links are and how easily it can be lost. Clubs and the communities  must look after their cultural heritage, as these are roots from which the present rises and the future grows. To throw in a gratuitous analogy here – any groundsman will tell you that the durability of a crease is partly governed by the quality of the grass root structure that lies underneath – poor and it may not last a match, let alone a season. It’s why we had to drill sew the square this April!

In just over five years time, this club will celebrate the 150th anniversary of the earliest official record we have of a club committee, and now is a timely point to gather as much information as we can about those years. So we are putting a call out to all past members, local historians, friends and patrons of the club to help contribute in whatever way they can. We ask them to dig out and share any memorabilia, stories, names, anecdotes, records, photos, reports – anything that tells the story of the club. Hopefully, we will source enough material that can be compiled into a small publication to properly mark this milestone.

Back to that scene on Blarney Street – Dermot did recall was that I was a passenger in the car that day. He was correct and I confessed to remembering the scene well. Looking back it was hilarious, but neither of us could go on to remember who won the match! I returned to visit him at the weekend and brought him a copy of that photo along with a pen and notebook, and I asked him to jot down some more of those memories. I hope that these will lift his spirits and that he returns to the top room of his house to compile the material he has and finish his memoirs.

If you would like to get in touch about kick starting or contributing to this project, or just wish to join the discussion, please add a comment to the page below or email lismorecricketclub@gmail.com. We are particularly interested if you know more about that bat!

Thanks for taking the time to read this,

– B.H