Where’s Grandad? It’s both a reference and a question. The reference? A delightful public safety advertisement where a doddery old codger topples into a river and drowns. The question? Where, exactly, does the pop-cultural detritus and ephemera of Ireland go when it has served its purpose? Into boxes under beds? Into landfill? Into the twee-stained pages of Ireland’s Own?
Where’s Grandad? will be a place for Irish pop-cultural archaeology. We’ll dig up forgotten (or wilfully ignored) “treasures”, polish them off, and put them on display. Then use our index fingers to, er, type stuff…that may help unpack their meaning(s).
Ads, toys, public information films, periodicals, TV theme tunes, annuals, (liberated) nippers. All things stinky, moth-eaten and mildewed are welcome here. Things we find in our attics. Things we find in our parents’ attics. Things we find in the attics of our neighbours (after we’ve, y’know, broken in, tied them up, and chloroformed them). We hope it will become an (enjoyable) archive of images and of objects. Of sights, of sounds, of smells, and of shared memories. A place where nothing, no matter how crappy, ever really dies.