From the THE IRISH BUILDER JULY 15, 1883

[Dermot]

From the THE IRISH BUILDER JULY 15, 1883

THE CORK INDUSTRIAL EXHIBITION.

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Messrs. Booth, Brothers, a selection of workmen's tools and other building appliances. The exhibits of this old established Dublin firm includes—Firstly, planes for carpenters, cabinetmakers, coopers, and other wood-workers. Secondly, mitre-cutting machines for picture-frame makers and joiners, and also corner cramps for same……..

Source: http://www.askaboutireland.ie/asset?id=7943

[Bill Henry]

No, thanks, I’ve got all the cramps I need. I am looking for some new vices, though.

[w00dward]

Do any of you remember this firm? I bet you didn't get next day delivery.

Of course, I'm so young I hadn't even started secondary school in 1983!

[Dermot]

They are still in existence http://www.brooksgroup.ie/ but I don’t think they do framing supplies these days!!!!

[Moglet]

They are still in existence..

Weren't they called Brooks Haughton in the (19)70's/80's, Dermot?

[Dermot]

Brooks Brothers started back in the 60’s buying up other building supply companies around Ireland which they then called them Brooks (add local name)……………..so it is quite possible there was a Brooks Haughton (Haughton would have been the local part of the name)

[Moglet]

OIC! Brooks Haughton must have been the Cork branch.

[Dermot]

Yep....

I think they were on the quay on the Lee, if memory serves me correct...

[Moglet]

Yes, indeedy. They also had a showroom round the corner from the South Terrace. I remember being traipsed around the place when my mother was picking out bathroom suites when our house in Kinsale was being built. Yawnarama.... At least she didn't go for avocado...

[Dermot]

[quote="Moglet" At least she didn't go for avocado...[/quote]

I guess she had good taste like you have

[Moglet]

You say the nicest things, Dermot! But you're dead right: I didn't lick it off the ground!

(Although, bless her cottons, mother did occasionally have some spectacular "cheese" moments in her day (a "drippy-rain-goddess-in-temple" lamp springs immediately to mind), but my father had an unerring eye for quality, style, and class (probably something he developed while indulging his unerring penchant for sitting... ). I'd like to think I inherited the better traits from both of them, although I freely admit to consciously liking the occasional item purely for its "kitsch" appeal...