Here you will find the best places to visit in Ireland. These are…
I was sorting out books in the attic, to donate to Cancer Research Shop when I came across Mark Twain’s two classics, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. I saved those for the grandchildren.
This morning I attended Mass at St Catherine’s Dominican Church, said by Fr Tumelty of Dromalane. Yesterday I got Mass in Notre Dame, Paris and the day before at Sacre Coeur, Montmartre. Congregations dwindle everywhere.
Robert (Bobby) McGladdery was on a pub crawl with his friend William Copeland that fateful evening of Pearl Gamble’s death.
In fact they had spent most of the day together drinking, after first meeting in
You may, if you like, substitute the term Ulster Scots in the article below and scarcely alter the meaning or effect.
With over-indulgence, you may well be suffering from stomach problems. So the following useful cure offered by our regular reader Francie Byrne is timely.
‘My great-great grandfather apparently had a cure for stomach troubles. Here is an extract about him as published in the Rathfriland Outlook about the year 1940.
When I was eleven or twelve I became an altar boy. Mother made my red and white surplice. The mass was all in Latin and I had to learn the correct responses.
I blurted out the truth
mindless of the harm
‘He is vital, smart and interested.
He makes me warm
To my subject. So like my son!’
And then I left.
I had won,
but at the cost
I had lost.
A cry for help – silly white lies;
Despised now too in mother’s eyes.
He summoned me to his office, now alone
Mother and delinquent child long gone
‘Said you were ‘picking on him”, with a knowing grin
‘Both mad as hatters! Evil as sin!’
No years of ‘chalk and talk’
and innocent upturned faces
Could prepare me for that walk
The troubled boy of ’84
aching no more.
He refused me leave
to attend the funeral mass
‘Pressed for time, you see!
I spoke out then. Too late.
Tore into him
Begged God’s forgiveness
for the hate I bore him.
At the graveside I prayed
perpetual light to shine
On him whose earthly burden
weighed much heavier than mine
Until the lonely stress was raised at last
Through straining rope
hanging from a roof truss.
Last night I marked each hour
the ticking clock’s chime:
I was begging his forgiveness
for all the times
That I was self-obsessed
thoughtless or unkind
For easy victories
when his troubled upturned face
was reading mine.
I pray the Lord his soul and mine to keep
when life is spent
And other sinners too
when they repent.
As the moth is drawn to a flame, every year at this time I feel an inner compulsion to return to the sad story of the murder of young Pearl Gamble …
On the campaign trail George W Bush calls into the primary school for…
You can tell a lot about a person by quickly scanning their bookshelves, almost as much as you can by listing their friends, their musical or artistic tastes or their leisure pursuits.
It was the early 60s. Many working men still wore cloth caps, like the man passing John Temples in the background.
One morning in 1797 the Ancient Britons [a Welsh Regiment of the English Army ] accompanied by Becker’s Yeomanry, rode out from Newry through Corrags until they came to a loanan which, over a hill, led to the farm of a widow woman, one Mrs Ryan.
Yes, in the early years we walked to school. I vividly remember walking down the
No, it wasn’t lightning. It was Bessie, the Bessbrook tram, heading along the meadows towards the terminus at
It just struck me! Mary Kane (Rose Mary Kane) – that’s the same moniker as that famous country singer and celebrity panellist from Newry …. well, Meigh, actually, – Rose Marie … and maybe ‘infamous’ is the word.
Anyway, is she any relation?