Irish Wimbledon Ladies' Champion Leana Rice

     As I am a Leana Rice fan, I decided to cover the strand of story; local History, and to put together her story during TP*. Here is a partial account of this truly remarkable Tipperary woman.


Leana Rice, born 21st June 1866 at "Marlhill," New Inn Co Tipperary South,  is the only Irish woman to have won the Singles Wimbledon Lady Champion to date.

Leana learned the game at home in "Marhill" where they held many tennis parties, she also played in Cahir Lawn Tennis Club.







Leana Rice
           When she swanned daintily onto Wimbledon's Centre Court to compete in the ladies singles final of 1890, an audience of the 300 clapped politely, not knowing they were about to see something that would change Irish Tennis History for ever!
 
           It was a sunny day and the crowd were hoping for an exciting match. Lena's opponent was Britain's Miss Jacks. Both ladies wore full-length dresses with long sleeves, corsets, bustles, long petticoats, long heavy leather high boots and to cap off the look they wore boater hats to protect their delicate skin from the harsh sunlight. This was the acceptable fashion for ladies' tennis at the time.

Women were competing in Wimbledon were expected to move in a “ladylike fashion”, never exposing their ankles as they ran about the courts, in contrast to the men, who were allowed to leap and dive around the court. In any event, their heavy corsets and petticoats made it almost impossible for them to play in an athletic way, check out the girls below...comfy right?!

an example of 1890 clothes

The 24-year-old Rice won playing against Miss Jacks on Friday 5th July in 1890. The final score was 6-4, 6-1 winning her 20 guineas and the right to hold the 50 guinea Challenge Cup for a year.


Lottie Dod.
She retired in  at the age of 24, giving no reason, and it is generally thought if she had continued playing she would have been a serious contender to Lottie Dod.








        Leana passed away on her 41st birthday 21st June in 1907, just 17 years after her victory. She is buried in the Church of Ireland graveyard in the village of New Inn.





       I didn't expect a class so young to care about my lesson, I had expected to spend that entire history class trying to get their attention "TGS".  "Tragic Greek Style"...you pretend you are in a "Tragic Greek Play" and dramatically throw out your right hand and say "oh nooooo, oh my goodness!" then sweep your arm across your face, until your face is nestled in the crock of your elbow and dramatically say; "Well if no one is going to listen I will have to just hid for the rest of class...maybe if I cover my eyes, count to ten, all the little people running around and shouting will magical sit down....and I DO believe in magic." Covering your eyes with your hands you ask "TGS" "you believe in magic don't you??" you count to ten, take your hands away from your face and hey presto...class is smiling at you like you are a "Teaching Glorious Star" and are behaving  for a few minuets anyway!



     I didn't need to use "TGS"  for that lesson, maybe it was my dramatic reading, the dramatic movements I was doing or just the fact that Leanas' story is one of the most awesome in my local history to date....when I finished reading and looked up - I was met with the astonished wide eyed gaze of 30 new Leana Rice fans!

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* Teaching Practice

Strong communication!

This is my attempt at Flash Fiction, let me know what ye think!


         Himselfs' neighbour in Limerick  is a sweet, shy and sexist little dear. I often hear her comment on my "bottle blond hair", on my fashion faux pas of jeans, runners and hoddies and most annoyingly - I hear her comment on my figure calling me "strong". But I forgive her, "she is old school and does not know any better" is my silent mantra for calming me down when I talk to her.

       So this morning, on my way back from another CV drop, she ran out of her kitchen to talk to me. Thankfully I was wearing sunglasses (despite the lack of sun) so she couldn't see my eye roll.

         "Come here to me what are ya doing for the rest of the day?" she asked. "Ammmm" she caught me off guard and I knew there was a "favour" coming. "Well," she said, " I was thinking you could do me a favour and give me some advice on which paint to use in my TV room."
Long exhale from me....."grand"

         Her TV room was sparsely decorated yet cluttered with old photos. "Why no new pics?" I casually asked. "The kids all live in other countries...no money to come back here" was her sad response. I smiled on seeing she had a laptop....looked back at her and said "I can help you maintain better contact"

        We then had a forty minute discussion whether to choose "antique white," sandy rose white" or the "egg white."  For a finish I had to confess that they all looked alike to me and we should do "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" - crisis over. I decided to stay and help her paint while I converted her to the merits of the Internet. I told her about Skype, Facebook, Internet email, Twitter, Blogging and The Cloud, not only did she listen but when we finished painting (some 2 hours later!!!) we set up an email account, emailed her kids, set up a Facebook account and sent friend requests to her grand kids.

As I went to leave, she paused.....looked up from her FaceBook account and asked "why didn't you like me before?" Shocked at this sweet little grey haired ladys' question; I spluttered out " ahhhh cause you call me fat every time you see me."
 "Haa!!" she roared "and there's you, a mega star with computers and communicating...and ya don't get me!!

I meant that you are S.T.R.O.N.G up here!" (between each letter she pointed to her head) she continued "in my time we didn't have choices, we didn't have school, we didn't even have God on our sides and now I see strong women like you, speaking your mind in a polite way I'll warrant but also in a strong way and a fella that would do whatever you asked of him...not cause he's extra special but cause your are strong enough to to stand up and be heard....I admire ya" when she finished she looked away, back at her screen and said "you painted my room but today you put me back in contact with my family...don't think you can get stronger than that.

"Ah now, firstly himself is special! And secondly : I'm just a product of your generation, your schooling and wishes of better for us" I offered.
 "We are both strong???" she half asked, half stated.
"We sure are....it takes one to know one hun!" I wink, wave and walk away - astonished!

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