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  • In Killarney, the town where I grew up, there was always a festival in July. This coincided with a week of horse racing, a fancy dress parade through the town and a touring carnival with bumper cars, chair-o-planes and a helter skelter.

    One of the highlights of the week was the waitresses race. I love this image my uncle took - it's the Main Street with the Market Cross in the background.

    The woman in the far right of the photograph with her hands on the pram is my auntie Kathleen and I'm guessing that my first cousin Seán is the baby in the pram - which dates it to about 1960.

    But it's the expressions and the concentration on some of their faces that tell the story. I hope the waitress in the middle won - because the two waitresses on the right are cheating.
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