Chapel St residents
On the far side of the street from
Originally posted 2005-04-23 14:07:47. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Recently deceased: Newly baptised
We have just learned of the demise of the following: Raymond Jennings of Grinan Road: Ian Harte of Parkhead Crescent …
Originally posted 2007-10-28 12:33:54. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
20 Best Places To Visit in Ireland
Here you will find the best places to visit in Ireland. These are…
Meadow Memories 8
The favourite game of all was Tig around the Block. It involved literally dozens of us, boys, and occasionally a few girls and was played not just Round the Block but as far afield as The Pighall Loanan, Derrybeg, Sandy’s Field, The Line, The Plaits, The Bricky Loanan and all areas within, especially other people’s back gardens. Played on this scale, there had to be a whole team ‘on it’. The more dedicated of us played the game with surprising intensity and military discipline.
Originally posted 2019-05-29 16:14:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Plant Hire Is Vital to Irish Business
Machinery Hire in Mayo and Donegal is necessary for construction and other related…
Death of Redmond O’Hanlon
It was not unusual for gentlemen of means, compelled to travel through that countryside, to seek a military escort.
Originally posted 2004-02-23 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Local Parlance
In the wake of the culvert explosion near his home, the Cross’ man was admitted to Daisy Hill Hospital for observation.
‘Did your bowels move yet?’ the staff nurse asked solicitously.
‘Bouls, is it?’ he roared.
‘Amn’t I tellin’ ye, the whole effin’ dresser came crashing to the flure?’
He thought she was referring to the breakfast crockery.
…
Originally posted 2004-01-29 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Close Shave: 3
Still shrouded in darkness I made my way across the
Originally posted 2007-10-12 12:44:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Canal towpath: final account
After the building and opening of the Ulster Farmers Bacon Factory sometime in…
Bagenal deaths
In 1567 Nicholas Bagenal eventually returned to favour with the English administration courtesy of friends in high places such as his patron Robert Dudley, the Earl of Leicester (Nicholas named one of his three sons Dudley) who himself was a friend of Queen’s favourite Sir Henry Sidney (a few times Lord Deputy of Ireland).
Originally posted 2008-11-30 14:19:41. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Annalong
The results of the recent inquiry into the fishing boat loss outside Annalong remind us of how dangerous this occupation is. There is hardly a year without a number of local drownings.
Originally posted 2006-08-10 11:26:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Big Pat
Around the Bridge, on a winter’s eve
A whisper blew between the trees
A chance so rare, to meet and see
A local, world celebrity
Originally posted 2008-11-06 08:59:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Mum’s Baking
I came upon this recently and reflected how true the sentiments and situation were for me and for generations before me. I don’t know the author.
‘The rain poured down in bucketfuls as I cycled home from college some four miles away from our cottage. It was a most welcome sight as I turned into the boreen leading to it. I threw my bike against the wall and ignored Shep’s welcoming barks. The warmth of the kitchen fire met me as I entered.
Originally posted 2004-05-25 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
My tough childhood
Dear Agnes
Although I might now be described as middle-class (I own a period house [3 ‘sitting-rooms’!] in a rural setting (well, except that the countryside is dotted with similar mansions) a BMW and a Lexus – and a run around SUV of course) – there was a time when we had very little indeed.
Originally posted 2008-03-05 11:02:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Street Rhymes
Skipping, hop-scotch and juggling up to three balls against a wall were the exclusive pursuits of young girls in my day. All were accompanied by rhymes either short or long. I was envious that this ‘poetry’ was not for us boys, and gob-smacked that every girl knew them all by heart. I would be delighted if any older ‘girl’ who remembers those I do not, would contact the Journal with their words! Below are just a few that I do recall.
When I was young I had no sense
I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence
But the only tune that I could play
Was ‘Over the hills and far away’.
Originally posted 2004-03-02 00:00:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter