Back in 2015, I took part in an A-Z blog challenge. I decided to blog on my favorite topic, Travel, and picked a place for each daily blog starting with that particular letter. I did so well until I got to R and fell off the bandwagon. Or was it the globe? Anyway, time and responsibilities simply got away from me, and I failed to complete the challenge. But I was impressed with how far I did get amidst the mayhem that particular year brought.
Very soon, I’ll be releasing A Time to Push Daisies in the box set Somewhere Beyond the Blue (soon as in any day now). As my hero and heroine in this story spend a wonderful day in Dublin, I thought it would be fitting to repost my D blog from the A-Z challenge. So here you go…
There’s a protest song written and composed in 1962 by Malvina Reynolds called Little Boxes. When walking through the streets of Dublin, one might be tempted to start singing something similar…
“There’s a green one!”
“There’s a pink one!”
“There’s a blue one!”
“And a yellow one!”
In Dublin, however, one would not be singing about houses, you’d be tooting a tune about
the colorful doors that line the city’s streets. These doors have become an icon of Ireland and are found amongst other things on posters, coasters, placemats.
At one time, these famous portals, found on Georgian townhouses south of the Liffey river, were all painted the same color.
The story is told, whether true or not, that the fashion of painting these doors in a kaleidoscope of color started with two famous (and slightly eccentric) writers, George Moore and Oliver St John Gogarty who lived next to each other in Ely Place. Moore apparently painted his door green to prevent a drunken Gogarty from mistaking it as his own door. Gogarty retaliated and to prevent a drunken Moore from knocking at his door, painted his red.
Other tales of explanation involve a Dubliner coming home late one night intoxicated on the black stuff (Guinness). He stumbled into the wrong house and the wrong bed because the terrace houses were so similar. The women of Dublin painted their doors different colors the following morning. True or false…who knows?
Another story is that when Queen Victoria died, the Irish were ordered to paint their doors black in mourning. Instead, they painted their doors in the brightest colors possible.
The Irish love a good tale, but the official truth related to strict rules about making external changes to Dublin’s el
egant townhouse. Door color was the only thing they could change, hence the bring colors to create their own personal identities for their homes.
Whatever the reason, I’m glad they did. I have a thing about doors. I love them if they’re unusual, colorful, old. One of the most photographed items on our trip to Budapest in December was the incredibly unusual doors. The same went for Ireland when we lived in Dublin over a decade ago. Consequently, one of my favorite places to show off to visitors was Fitzwilliam Square and the Dublin Doors.
My rendition of the Dublin Doors poster isn’t quite as grand as the real thing, but here’s what I managed to create.
As it’s the Easter weekend, I thought I’d share a Scripture verse of a time when doorposts were painted red.
Take a bunch of hyssop, dip it into the blood in the basin and put some of the blood on the top and on both sides of the doorframe. None of you shall go out of the door of your house until morning. ~ Exodus 12:22