Born and bred in the tough inner city slums of Summerhill in Dublin, Bill Cullen was one of fourteen children. A street seller from the age of six, Bill left school at thirteen to make a living. Dublin in the '40s and '50s was a harsh place, rife with unemployment and poverty, but the Cullens were blessed with the qualities of determination, good humour and an abundance of love. The lessons Bill learnt from his grandmother stood him in good stead as he progressed from selling dolls and cinema tickets on street corners to a job in a Ford card dealership and eventually to head a company with a turnover of more than GBP250 million. The Bill Cullen story is an account of incredible poverty and deprivation in the Dublin slums. It highlights the frustration of a father and mother feeling their relationship crumble as they fight to give their children a better life. It's a story of courage, joy and happiness.
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Bill Cullen is chairman and owner of Renault Distributors in Ireland. He lives in Naas, Co. Kildare.
IT'S A LONG WAY FROM PENNY APPLES
Chapter 1THE GERMANS BOMB DUBLINBilly Cullen was heading back to bed when he heard it. A faint drone, but slowly getting louder. A bloody air plane. He took the clock from the shelf to the window and saw that it was twenty-five past one in the morning. Listening carefully, he guessed the plane was down in the south docks area, around Ringsend. Heading up the River Liffey. As the drone faded to the west, he sat on the chair and realized that it must have been the plane's second time to go over, as he had wakened about ten minutes before. Pulling on his trousers, he went over to the bed and shook his wife's shoulder."Wake up, Mary," he said, and she was awake like a shot. "I'm going out the back because there's a plane mooching around up there. Remember they accidentally dropped a bomb in Terenure a few months back."He lit the oil lamp and moved to the door while Mary hopped out of bed and put her shawl around her."Mind yourself, Billy," she whispered as he let himself out."I'll be okay," he said. "Just bolt this door behind me and open it on my five taps when 1 get back."Billy stepped down the stairs in his bare feet and out the back door, to the scrubland behind the Summerhill tenements. On the way, he heard scuffles and murmurs from the spunkers in the basement and thought they'd have no chance down there if any bombs fell. When he got out to the yard, he saw the dockland searchlights weaving patterns in the sky. That would happen only if they had no information from Collinstown Airport on the passing plane. It could be a lost British bomber trying to get home, but he should be heading east to the British coast, not west into the Irish midlands. If it was a German, he too could be lost and might mistake Dublin for Belfast, or even a British city, if his instruments were faulty.In the moonlight, he could clearly see the old stable buildings at the end of the yard stretching over to the Twenty-seven Steps, where his wife's brother, Bob Darcy, had his horse and cart stabled. Just when he was thinking he could go back to bed, he heard the aeroplane again. The noise was louder now, definitely down by the docks but on the north side this time, and suddenly he saw the plane picked out by the searchlights: There was a German swastika on the side. He turned and dashed up the back stairs. He gave his "shave-and-a-haircut" taps and Mary opened the door."Get dressed, get the kids up," he said. "We'd better get out of here; it's a bloody German bomber up there."The words were hardly out of his mouth when he heard the crump, crump, crump of bombs landing. He pulled Mary to the floor. There was another crump, crump, and then the noise of the aeroplane filled the room as it passed overhead. As the noise faded, Billy thought he heard another crump before everything went quiet. But the silence was broken now by the sound of shouts and screams. Mary picked up the two girls: Rita, who was four, and two-year-old Betty. The baby, Vera, was still asleep."Don't touch any gas taps, Mary. Only use this oil lamp. And get the girls down to Molly's," he said, as he pulled on his boots and gansey. "That's bombs the bloody so-and-so dropped, and it's not far away, either. I'll have to report to the Local Defense Force in Rutland Street School."Mary had herself ready and was dressing the girls. "It's okay, Billy," she said. "I'll take care of things here and check out Mother Darcy. You make sure you get Big Bob with you down there, so give him a shout first."As Billy turned to leave, the door burst open, and Missus Carey from upstairs came in, crying, "Jesus, Mary, and Holy Saint Joseph, Mister Cullen, they're going to murder us in our beds! Himself is after dropping on the floor with the fright."Mary put her arm around the old dear and said, "Off you go, Billy, I'll look after all this. Take care of yourself."Billy moved out the door with his usual "You too," and he threw a dabble of holy water on himself from the small font nailed to the wall under the picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Down the stairs he went, moving a few people aside on the way, and when he got out onto the street he saw his neighbor Tommy Farrell on the footpath."It's down toward the Five Lamps, Billy. We'd better get moving to the school. Here's Bob," said Tommy, pointing down the street, where Big Bob Darcy was coming up the middle of the road. He was fully dressed."Bejaysus, a fella can't even have a bit of a hooley with his pals but either the guards hoosh us out of the pub or some bloody German in his aeroplane tries to blow us all up. This is some state of affairs," said Bob, and it was obvious from the white froth on his upper lip that he'd still been scooping Guinness when the bombs fell.Billy looked over at Bob Darcy, his brother-in-law. A big tough man he was, a full six feet four inches and over 250 pounds: He wasn't called Big Bob for nothing. While he was a gentle sort of fella, he was known to be fond of the Guinness and with the drink on him would take on any man in a fight. Billy Cullen didn't touch the drink--in fact would never go into a pub--and from that point of view he had little time for Bob Darcy.Billy knew that no matter how much booze Bob had in him, he would never show it. He had seen him outside the pub after a night's drinking, still able to outfight a younger, sober opponent keen to be able to sayhe'd floared Big Bob Darcy. For tonight's work his size and strength would be needed. Billy felt a shiver down to his boots as he saw the smoke and flames in the distance.Up Summerhill they went, with people calling nervously from the hallways. Men with only their trousers on and the women in shawls."What's up, Mister Cullen, are we in for a hiding?" someone shouted."No, it's okay," said Billy. "It was only one aeroplane, and it's off home by now. Go back to bed, the LDF boys will take care of things."As he was saying this, they could hear the clanging of fire brigade bells not far away. They came to the door of Rutland Street School--called the Red Brick College on the Hill by the locals. Jimmy Corbally was at the door. In they went, to find Captain Bolger and about twenty other men in the large hall."Well done, lads," Bolger said to the new arrivals. "We're just ready to head off. The word on the phone is that the houses up at Newcomen Bridge on the North Strand Road have been severely hit. We're to get up there fast and help the fire brigade lads, so grab your kit and double up outside and we'll move into Killarney Street and up to the Five Lamps. Let's go."As they came up to the Five Lamps, they could see that there was chaos. People were running in all directions, some in their nightclothes, many others arriving half dressed. Fire brigade units were already in action. Billy couldn't believe his eyes: The houses on both side of the North Strand Road up to Newcomen Bridge were in ruins."We'll have to set up rope cordons to hold back the crowds," said Captain Bolger, "and then we'll need every man we can get to help remove that rubble."Billy looked at Bob, who was now grim faced and quietly sober. "We've some night ahead of us here, Billy Cullen, and that's a fact," Bob said, looking at two battered bodies lying in the rubble just a few yards ahead.
It was Sunday evening at six o'clock. The whole of Summerhill Parade and the North Strand Road had been blocked off since Friday night. Only emergency crew members were let through. The ambulances had been ferrying people to hospital for two days. Mary Darcy was listening to the six o'clock news on the wireless. It was hard to believe that thirty-fourpeople were dead and hundreds were injured in hospital. The rescue work was coming to an end, and wives could expect the crews from the emergency forces to get home soon. Mary had left her children down in Number 17 with Mother Darcy and had the coddle simmering away on the hearth.Outside on the street, she heard a shout of "Here they come," and she stuck her head out the window. Sure enough, a bunch of lads was trudging down from Rutland Street, looking like coal miners. They were filthy and unrecognizable, except Big Bob, who stood out a mile in any group because of his size. And her Billy, who still walked like a soldier on parade, with his chest out and his head high. She rushed down the stairs to the hall just as the group were passing, and Billy and his pal Tommy Farrell turned in to the footpath."See ya later, Billy," said Bob. "Mind him, now, Mary me girl, he's knackered."Billy said, "So long, lads," and walked quickly into the hall. The smell of decay hit him and he shook his head sadly.Mary put her shawl around his shoulders. "Come on, Billy," she said, "let's get you cleaned up. I've some hot water on the boil upstairs."She stripped off his gansey and shirt, his boots, socks, and trousers. They were filthy and she saw cuts and bruises all over his arms and legs. His hands were in a terrible state, bleeding and gashed, with some of his nails broken. With a clean cloth and the Sunlight soap, she washed the grime from his body, then sat him down and let him steep his hands in a fresh basin of hot water. He was quiet as she gently cleaned his hands finger by finger."We'll need something for these. Just as well I've got some Germolene." She rubbed the pink antiseptic cream into the cuts and scrapes."Where are the girls?" he asked.She smiled at him. "They're down with Mother Darcy. She's minding them tonight. You know poor Martin was to make his Confirmation yesterday but it was canceled by the archbishop? So they've been playing together all day and I'll pick them up in the morning." Martin was Mary's youngest brother. He and his sister Angela, who was fourteen, together with Big Bob, lived in Number 17 with Mary's widowed mother, Molly Darcy.He looked up at her and gave a wry smile. "Well, at least youngMartin will have his day later," he said, and she .felt the desolation in his voice."Come on now, Billy, and have a plate of this coddle," she said and busied herself serving the stew. He got stuck into the coddle with his big spoon and ate three platefuls without a word from him.At last he sat back. "That's the finest meal I've ever tasted, Mary," he said."Hunger is the best sauce," she said. "Put on this clean vest and get yourself into bed before you pass out."She went out through the curtain, and as he pulled the vest on over his head he heard her bolting the door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came back, and she sat beside him and put her hand on his. There wasn't a sound as they sat together for a while, and then she felt him shudder."It was horrible, Mary," he said. "Poor women, old men, and children all blown to bits. I pulled out Tommy Carroll and he'd no legs. Doris Fagan had her head blown off. Not a scratch on it, but the rest of her missing. And Harry Browne is dead, and so is his mother, his wife, and their four lovely children."The tears were streaming down his face, his chest was heaving, and he just couldn't get any more words out. Mary pulled back the bedcover and moved him into the bed, pushing his legs under the sheet. She undressed and quickly slid in beside him and held him tight as the tears flowed down her shoulder."It's all right, Billy," she kept repeating, "It's all right," and slowly the spasms subsided as she held him fiercely to her. She pulled him down to her breast as she slowly lifted the end of his vest.
Almost nine months later, on a cold day in February, Mary Darcy gave birth in the Rotunda Hospital to a wee boy she named after his proud father: William Patrick Cullen.Copyright © 2001 by Bill Cullen
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