Maura Maguire is born

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We have recently received  the memoirs of Maura Maguire. So delighted are we with this gift that we have determined to share instantly with the readership of Newry Journal.  We are confident you will love them too.


‘This account is primarily written for my children and their children, so that they might know of the events that shaped the person who is their mother and grandmother.

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My name is Mary Bridget (Maguire) Mallon. I was born on 10 September 1936 in my grandparent’s home on Monaghan Street, Newry. 

My parents were Joseph Maguire and Anne Elizabeth (Doherty). 

 


Originally posted 2005-05-01 16:33:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

The Turkey Trot

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Bingo had become popular in Newry and weekly sessions arranged by local parishes and clubs were a lucrative way to enhance their funds.  It was also a welcome social event for many of the residents, and better still if you managed to shout, “CHECK!’ and win a cash prize.


Originally posted 2005-05-10 17:30:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Poem on Memories

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I remember the smell from the kitchen,
of bread and semolina buns
cats and kittens asleep by the fire,
and those Sunday visits from the nuns.

And the days we sat in the sunshine
to let our long hair dry,
it seems so short a time ago,
but the years have hurried by.

Originally posted 2004-08-06 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Bronze Age/Neolithic homes

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It is exactly two years since we posted results of the archaeological finds in the Loughbrickland area, unearthed at the construction of the new dual carriageway …

Originally posted 2006-08-26 10:49:38. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

My Mother

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Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest
And on my cheeks sweet kisses pressed ?
My mother.


Originally posted 2009-11-18 09:12:35. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Pennyworth of Lies

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There’s them that would ridicule me for telling stories out a’ school, but if ye don’t get them from me, where wud ye hear them nowadays?  Me grandfather and namesake toul’ this one to all he’s, an’ he wasn’t the author he’s-self!  There cud be words missin’ and others outa place but I can on’y do me best.


It called the Pennyworth of Lies and it was Jack’s party-piece, a century ago.

Originally posted 2005-02-02 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Personal tragedy : Canal/towpath

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One cold frosty morning in the mid nineteen sixties, just a few hundred yards further on along the towpath from Riley’s Lock there occurred an extremely sad incident. 

Originally posted 2008-12-02 23:20:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

My Land

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On the ninetieth anniversary of the Easter Rising, it may be appropriate to reflect on the words of an earlier patriot, recently referred to by one of our regulars on Discussions – the Protestant patriot Thomas Davis.

Originally posted 2006-04-15 21:59:11. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Barn Dances

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Rosaleen Beattie shared her memories of rural life in South Armagh over six…

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