The Day Daddy Got Shot by Leah Noone
|My name is Leah. I go to a primary school in Galway. I am in Sixth Class.
I am twelve years old. I wrote a book called “The Day Daddy Got Shot”.
It is set in 1916.
I really enjoyed writing the book, as I got to use my imagination.
The Day Daddy Got Shot
By Leah Noone, 6th Class
“Bridie, tea time,” Mammy called. Bridie rushed through the door. Mammy was at the stove and Daddy was sitting by the fire. Bridie was a twelve year old girl who lived just outside Dublin. It was Holy Thursday 1916. Her father was a farmer and her mother helped him.
“Bridie help me set the table.” Bridie went and got the plates. “What are we having?” “We are having spuds and beef.” They all sat down. Bridie knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing Bridie,” Mammy snapped, “Eat your tea.” “Everything is fine Bridie,” Daddy said trying to calm Mammy down.
They ate the rest of their tea in silence. “Bridie, go and get ready for bed.” She got up and went to her room. She was getting ready when she heard Mammy and Daddy fighting. “I have to tell her,” Daddy said. “No, it’ll break her heart,” Mammy said. “But we will have to tell her,” Daddy said. “I don’t even like that you’re going. How will she feel?” “I have to go.” “But it’s too dangerous,” said Mammy. “I know but I have to go.” “But you don’t,” and Mammy stormed out. Bridie got into bed but she knew she wouldn’t sleep.
When she got up the next morning and got dressed she went up to the kitchen to find her mother putting turf in the fire. “Where is Daddy?” “He is gone to feed the sheep.” “Are you alright Mammy?” “Yes I’m just feeling a bit ill Bridie. Did you have a good sleep?” “Grand,” Bridie said and sat at the table. “When you’re finished your breakfast go help your Daddy with the sheep.”
As Bridie walked up the field she heard her dad calling the sheep. She ran over to him, “Daddy,” she called. “Shh,” he said. “You’ll frighten the sheep.” “Sorry,” she whispered. “You’re awfully happy to see me. Why?” “Well I heard you and Mammy fighting last night.” “Oh,” Daddy said looking worried. “Daddy, tell me what were you talking about?” “Bridie, on Sunday, Ireland is going to have a rebellion in Dublin.” “Who against?” “Against England and I’m going to fight in it.” “No don’t do it. It’s too dangerous, I won’t let you go.” “I have to fight for Ireland.” “But but…” “Bridie, no I have to do it. I know it’s dangerous but I’m willing to take the risk.” Bridie turned around and ran towards the house.
As Bridie came in the door her mother was having a cup of tea. “Bridie could you go get me some turf? I’m not feeling too well.” But Bridie just went into her room. “Bridie get back here,” Mammy yelled. Just then Daddy walked in the door. “Have you seen Bridie?” “Yes she just stormed into her room.” “I told her about Dublin.” “What? I thought we were going to tell her together at tea time tonight.” “I was but she heard us fighting last night and asked me what it was about. I had to tell her.” “That’s alright,” Mammy said forgivingly, “Bridie was going to get me turf but she stormed off, so the least you could do is to go and get some.” “I’ll be back in a minute.” “I’m going to talk to Bridie,” Mammy said and she turned around and walked down the hall.
Mammy knocked at the door. “Come in,” Bridie said. Mammy walked in and sat on the bed next to Bridie. “Are you still upset?” Mammy asked. “Well, I’m just anxious about Daddy. Is there any way we can stop him?” “I wish there was but you know your father, he would never change his mind.” “I know. But just the thought of him being there is scary and he’ll be fighting so that’s even more dangerous.” “Yes, it is but we’ll just have to support him.” “Ok,” Bridie said worriedly. “Come on up to the kitchen and help me peel the spuds for the tea.” Both of them got up and walked out of the room.
Tea was eaten in silence. When they finished their tea Mammy went for a lie down because she felt sick, so Bridie and Daddy washed the dishes. “When are you going?” asked Bridie. “Hopefully tonight.” “Why do you have to go?” “We’ve been over this Bridie, I want to go.” “But, but it’s…” “Bridie I know it’s dangerous. Now let’s hurry up and finish these dishes,” Daddy said trying to change the subject, “and when we’re finished you can bring a cup of tea into your mother.”
Bridie made a cup of tea for Mammy and brought it down to her. “How are you feeling Mammy?” “I’ll be better in the morning Bridie,” she said reassuringly. “That’s good. Do you want me to get you anything else?” “No, the tea is fine.” “I’ll leave you to get some sleep,” Bridie said as she left the room.
When she went into the kitchen Daddy had his coat on. “I’m going now. I’m just going to say goodbye to Mammy,” and he walked down the hall. When he came back he said goodbye to Bridie, kissed her on the cheek and walked out the door.
In the morning Bridie went into Mammy’s room. “How are you feeling today?” “Not great,” Mammy said. “I’ll get you some breakfast and then I’ll go down to Dr O’Brien’s to see if he’ll come and have a look at you. So what do you want for breakfast?” “Nothing, but thanks for asking Bridie.” “I’ll go to Dr O’Brien’s now,” Bridie said.
Bridie was glad that Dr O’Brien’s house was only a ten minute walk away because it was a windy day. When she got there, Dr O’Brien’s wife, Mary O’Brien, was standing at the door. “Hello Bridie. How are you?” “I’m grand thanks. It’s my Mammy who’s sick.” “Alright, I’ll go and get Johnny and he’ll go home with you to give her a check-up. “That sounds good,” Bridie said. “Johnny! Young Bridie from down the road is here. Her mother’s sick.” Johnny came out. “Hello Dr O’Brien.” “Hello Bridie. Will we go and take a look at your mother?”
When they got home and went into Mammy’s bedroom, Dr O’Brien gave her an examination. “So what’s wrong with me,” Mammy coughed. “You’ve got TB,” Dr O’Brien said, “I’ll call an ambulance.”
They were waiting all day for an ambulance but when it did come Bridie went in it with Mammy. It was a very bumpy ride and it made Mammy cough violently. She even coughed up little specks of blood. When they got to the hospital they were taken to see a doctor straight away. “We’ll do a few more tests in the morning,” the doctor said. “Can my daughter stay with me tonight,” Mammy asked. “That’s fine,” the doctor said like he didn’t care.
When Bridie woke up she was stiff because she had slept on a chair but she didn’t care because she was so tired. She woke up Mammy to see if she wanted anything. “Happy Easter,” Mammy said. Then it hit Bridie like a ton of bricks, “Daddy is going to fight today.”
“Bridie are you alright?” “I’m fine. I should be asking you how you’re feeling.” “Bridie I know you and I know there is something wrong.” “Ok. I’m worried about Daddy.” “Well if you are so worried, why don’t you go into the city, find your father and tell him I’m in the hospital. He’ll be worried about me and then he won’t fight because he will come here to the hospital to visit me.” “How do you know he will?” Bridie asked. “I’ve been married to your father for ten years and I know he’s a worrier.” “That’s a brilliant idea Mammy,” Bridie shouted as she ran out the door. “Bridie be careful,” Mammy shouted behind her.
She ran through alley ways and had to hide from soldiers just in case they would stop her. When Bridie got to the GPO she was too late, they were already fighting. She scanned the crowd looking for her father. It was the must awful thing she’d ever seen. There were people lying on the ground bleeding and some were injured but were still fighting. There he was with his gun in his hand. “Daddy,” she ran over to him. “Run Bridie run,” he shouted as a British soldier walked up. Then “BANG.” Bridie looked down and saw her father lying there, still.
Bridie stood there staring at the ground. “Daddy, Daddy,” Bridie cried. She stooped down to check if he was still alive. She went to his pulse and she couldn’t feel anything. “Is there a doctor anywhere?” she shouted. “Yes I’m a doctor,” a man said as he stepped out of the crowd. “My Dad he has just got shot. Can you help him?” she begged. “I will do what I can,” he said and he knelt down to examine Daddy. As he got up he had no expression on his face. “I have some bad news, I’m sorry to say that your father is dead.” “How do you know?” she sobbed. “He got shot in the heart.” Bridie started to cry. “Oh it’s alright,” he reassured her. “Come on, where is your mother?” “She’s in the hospital but that doesn’t matter. I’m staying here.” “I’ll tell you what, I work in the hospital so I’ll call the under-taker and he’ll come and get the body and you’ll come with me.” “No I’m not leaving Daddy.” “We’ll wait until the under-taker comes.” “Alright,” she said reluctantly.
When they got to the hospital Bridie didn’t know how to tell her mother that Daddy had passed away. But when she went into Mammy’s room she saw her Aunt Margaret sitting on a chair beside her. “When did you get here Margaret?” “I took a train from Galway. But what I want to know is why you are crying and where did you go?” “I went to the GPO to stop Daddy from fighting.” “Bridie that was too dangerous,” Margaret shouted and she woke up Mammy.
“Where is your father?” Mammy croaked. “Daddy got shot,” Bridie cried. “Where? Is he dead?” Mammy said shocked. “Yes the under-takers took him away,” Bridie sobbed as Mammy broke down crying.
A few hours later Margaret was talking to Mammy as Bridie went for a walk. “I’ll plan the funeral,” Margaret offered. “Well I won’t be let out of here to do it. I probably won’t even get to go,” Mammy said sadly. “Well I’ll go and talk to a nurse to see if you’re able to go.”
When she came back, Bridie was in the room. “So, what did she say?” Mammy said as she sat up in the bed. “No, you’re not allowed to go. She said that the only reason we’re allowed in, is because we’re family. It’s too dangerous to have you out in public,” Margaret said disappointedly. “Why were you talking to the nurse?” Bridie asked. “I was asking if your mother could go to the funeral. “Alright,” Bridie said sadly. “Come on Bridie let’s go home and get some sleep.” Bridie said goodbye to Mammy and walked out the door.
When they got home Margaret sat Bridie down to talk to her. “Bridie I have to talk to talk to you about Mammy.” “What about?” “Bridie, your mam, she won’t get better. TB is incurable. So you’re going to come and live in Galway with me.” “No I want to stay with my mammy,” Bridie shouted. “Bridie calm down. A few minutes later Bridie calmed down. “When are we going?” she asked. “After the funeral,” Margaret answered. “I have to go and organise it now,” and Margaret got up.
Bridie was in her room getting ready for the funeral. “Bridie,” Margaret called, “We’ll be late for the church.” Bridie walked into the kitchen. “Let’s go,” she said quietly and they walked out the door.
There were about 15 people at the funeral. When the priest called Bridie up to read her reading she started to cry but she carried on.
When the funeral was over Margaret and Bridie walked home to pack. “Bridie I know you don’t want to leave but Mammy can’t take care of you.” “I don’t need taking care of.” “You’re only 12. You can’t take care of yourself. Now go pack your bags.”
Bridie came up from her room with her two bags. “We’ll go to the hospital to say goodbye to Mammy and then we’ll go to the train station,” Margaret said. As they walked out, Bridie shut the door for the last time.
When they got to Mammy’s room in the hospital a doctor was in with her. “You shouldn’t be in here,” the doctor said. “I know. We’re just going to say goodbye,” Margaret said. “Alright I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” “Bridie whatever happens to me I want you to know I’m proud of you,” Mammy said as Bridie started to cry. “Thanks for everything,” Bridie sobbed. The doctor walked in. “Goodbye Bridie.” “Goodbye Mammy,” and Bridie walked out. “Take care of her Margaret.” “I will.”
When they got to the train station Bridie was still crying. “You sit down there Bridie and I’ll go get the tickets. Bridie could hear what Margaret was saying to the lady. “Two tickets to Galway please,” Margaret said. “That will be 2 shillings,” the lady answered and Margaret paid her. “Come on Bridie let’s go out on the platform and wait for the train.”
Bridie was trying to wipe the tears from her eyes as the train pulled up. Margaret pulled Bridie aside to talk to her. “Bridie I’m going to tell you something,” she said, “We all have to move on.” “I know,” Bridie said as they stepped on board and the train pulled away from the station.