‘There were McCann’s breadmen, wearing leather leggings, such as Vincent McLaughlin, Bob White and Sandy Wright. Wordie’s Float delivered goods to the small shops. ‘ Miss Ethel went on.
Miss Ethel’s characters
Month: March 2005
Presbyterian Baptisms 1830s
As a small contribution to genealogists in search of Newry roots, I reproduce below a list of baptisms recorded 1824-1828 [1828 only to begin with] at Newry First Presbyterian Church. Date, father’s name and address are included.
8 Aug 1824 WEIR Jane Isabella, of Joseph, High Street
16 SPENCE Jane of James, Canal Street
16 EDGAR Elizabeth of John, Stream Street
19 LITTLE George of Robert, Altnaveigh
8 September HILL James of John, North Street
17 DAVIDSON William of Rev David, Margaret Square
26 BROWN Jane of William, High Street
28 McGOFFIN Isabella of Hugh, Church Street
3 Oct McCURDY Ellen of James, Sugar Island
9 THOMPSON John of Hugh, Boat Street
13 WALLACE Robert Smyth, of R.G., Grinan Lodge
15 HILL Elizabeth, of Joseph, North Road
15 DODD Robert, of Robert, Crownbridge
20 WILSON James of William, High Street
14 Nov HAMILTON Joseph of William, Church Street
14 FLANIGAN Oxburgh Henry of John L., William Street
17 McKEE William of William, North Street
21 HANNA Mary Jane of Abraham, Dysert
26 CHRISTIAN Esther of John, Canal Street
28 PITT James Crowthers of Sgt, 86th Regiment Barrack
28 SYMPSON Anne Eliza of Ebenezer, Boat Street
13 Dec GRAHAM Anna of Alexander, Crobane
25 BAXTER Joseph of Hugh, Church Street
Off the Omeath Train
When I’d be eariwigging on adult conversation then, I’d hear lots of similar allegations about them ones that ‘made their money’ during the blackout – the local opportunists.
Air-Raid Shelters
Our men folk, in those war years, were mostly in
Old Photos – Kilmorey Street
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A hen kicked me!
We all have local idioms and peculiarities of speech. We acquire these from the people around us. I remember once being verbally assailed on the soccer pitch and angrily asked what I thought I was doing.
Funereal Times
To this day funerals to St Mary’s cemetery pass up Chapel Street.
We were obsessed as children with funerals. Ned Murphy’s hearse was drawn by huge black shire horses suitably plumed and adorned for the occasion. The aura of death and mourning had a peculiar effect on us as youth, so far removed, we felt ourselves, from all of it.
Mourners were dressed in their Sunday best, and in black (if indeed they possessed either one or the other). One’s wardrobe was severely restricted then!