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For the last few years, parts of rural Ireland have been convulsed by arguments over fracking, a process of extracting shale gas from bedrock after fracturing that rock by pumping water and chemicals underground, allowing the gas to escape back up the borehole.

Endangered IrelandThe technique has created the appearance of a financial boom in the US, as it taps hard-to-reach gas deposits, but the damage the technique appears to cause is hard to dismiss (although politicians are too quick to do so). I say the “appearance” of a financial boom, because the companies are not responsible for cleanup or pollution as a consequence of fracking, expenses which local communities may have to deal with for decades after the fracking companies have left town. The frequency of earthquakes around fracking sites rises alarmingly, methane and other chemicals can pollute drinking water sources, such as rivers and wells, and there are simply no long-term studies of the environmental effects of the chemicals they use. For a country dependent on agriculture and tourism, fracking represents a major threat to Ireland’s long-term economic future in return for a short-term — and likely largely off-shore — gain, to say nothing of the threat to rural communities which could be left with poisoned streams, decimated bird and fish populations, and contaminated drinking water. Read the rest of this entry »

The classic Renault 4 post office van of my childhood.

The classic Renault 4 post office van of my childhood.
(Photo credit: sludgegulper via Flickr/Creative Commons)

 

The typical Irish emigrant phones home:

“Howerya Da. What’s new?” (Braces herself for 10-minute monologue on the banks, the government, and other bogeymen.)

“Oh, Jaysus… <delivers 10 minute monologue about the bloody banks, the feckers in government, & other bogeymen> …and now we’re getting bleeding postcodes. Another waste of money!”

“Eh?” (Detecting a new bone of contention) “What’s that about postcodes?”

 

In 18 months, Ireland will join the many countries who use a postcode in all mailing addresses. It seems like a small thing, just another piece of data in our ever-more-data-driven world, but it’s also a reminder that Ireland’s population is much larger than it used to be, larger and more complex. The fear is always that the changes necessary to deal with this growing population are causing us to loose much of what made Ireland distinctive in the first place.

The need for these postcodes reflects the post-Celtic Tiger landscape of sprawling housing estates, commuter suburbs, and the pricing out of younger generations from their newly affluent home parishes. This week’s Irish Times report on the plans for new postcodes cites the difficulty of delivering the post in rural parts of the country where “detailed local knowledge” may be required. This made me laugh, because detailed local knowledge was simply considered common knowledge where I grew up. Our townland was rural, a network of unmarked roads and little villages, and we had one local postman who knew everyone. This in itself was nothing remarkable, because everyone knew (or knew of) everyone else. We walked or biked around as kids and knew who lived in every house. With our parents, we called in on many of the old people who lived alone, that was just being neighborly.

I’m sure our postman had a difficult job — after all, most of the families in the area shared the same three or four last names — but he stopped to gossip along his route, and knew everything and everyone: who was getting married, who was having a baby, and where they were going to live.

Our parish escaped the worst of the Tiger building boom, but there are still more new houses and small developments in the area than there used to be. When I’m out for a walk with my mother, she doesn’t always know who lives in some of the new houses, or what their story is. Our current postman doesn’t ever have time to stop or gossip — nor would many of his customers have time to indulge in a chinwag over the gate themselves. The local church is packed on any given Sunday, but most are new to the parish. The scale of life is changing, and postcodes seem to be a necessary way to keep track of it all.

I know the situation is much worse in other parts of the country. I have friends living in some of the huge estates that were built nearer to Dublin (or half-built, if started too close to the end of the boom) and they don’t always know everyone on their street, never mind their neighborhood. In that respect, the need for the new post-codes makes total sense, after all every building will have a unique identifying number, so theoretically there should be no more lost or misdirected mail. But, the odd unfamiliar letter or garbled address used to be a bit of fun for all concerned: the confused postman (and they were always men as far as I can remember) calling to the door and asking if anyone recognized the name would always lead to a discussion of the neighborhood and who’d moved away, and was it to England or America, where might their parents be found, and wasn’t it only shockin’ that the young had to emigrate… That’d never happen in most places now, as most of the residents wouldn’t be able to be of much help to the postie.

Happily, the Tiger hasn’t killed the old neighborliness everywhere. The boom forced my brother to move out of Dublin, as a single person’s salary couldn’t secure a mortgage in those days. He lives in Leitrim now, several miles out from the nearest town, and when I visit him, he can tell me all about his neighbors as we drive along. Leitrim is a colorful part of the country now, as the relatively cheap house prices were a draw for artists and non-conformist types who didn’t need or want to be within commuting distance of Dublin. The relative absence of Tiger-estates seems to have enabled the pace of life to remain steady in Leitrim; the population may be changing due to the increase in blow-ins, but the scale of life remains somewhat similar.

When I see articles decrying the death of the Irish way of life, the death of the pub, or the death of whatever, my experiences in places like Leitrim remind me that although things are changing, there are parts of the country that have not been changed unrecognizably by the arrival of broadband, multinational corporations, dense development, and shifting demographics. The neighborliness and community bonds that are part of the national psyche are not dead, nor have they been changed irretrievably by the Tiger, although in places the congestion and pace of life has certainly made it much harder to get to know the neighbors.