When Eddie Maguire first got the job of digging graves and tending the lawns up in the cemetery, he was more than content to be well off-side from snooping Dole men, busybody neighbours and sarcastic so-called ‘mates’.
My late and very beautiful friend Sarah Hagan – who sadly parted this mortal coil just a few days ago – was my distant cousin. So distant, one would not normally mention it at all – except for my pride in being related to such a remarkable lady.
Mournes outside Hilltown SIGNS OF GOOD WEATHER TO COME A red sunset… Smoke rising straight from the chimney.. Frogs of a ‘good colour’… Cranes going towards the lake… Swallows flying high… A clear, blue sky… The cuckoo singing loud and clear… The thrush singing in the evening… […]
An old poor man was dying and he grieved that he had nothing to leave to his three sons. Still he called them to his bedside. He asked them by name, one at a time, to go out and bring him in a rush – a common rush that would grow in a bog.
If it rains on St Swithin’s Day, it’ll rain for 40 days Cows huddle together before a storm When the wind’s in the west the cuckoo’s in her nest When a dog eats grass it’s a sign of rain A wind from the East is bad for man and beast When the robin ventures indoors, […]