Here you will find the best places to visit in Ireland. These are…
On the far side of the street from
Originally posted 2005-04-23 14:07:47. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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
Machinery Hire in Mayo and Donegal is necessary for construction and other related…
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
After the building and opening of the Ulster Farmers Bacon Factory sometime in…
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
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
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
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