My father had a hackney car and worked the areas of Stephen’s Green, Merrion Row and Baggot Street. He was a jarvey. His name was Edward O’Brien and he had a white horse named Marengo. He parked around the Shelbourne Hotel and picked up visitors from all around the world to bring them to North Strand to see where the bombings had occurred.
Editor’s Note: Memories written at Fighting Words Writing Workshop on North Strand Bombing at Casino Forum Group, Marino, Dublin 3, 17 June 2011