On one of these days
when it is not the wind
that is whispering softly my name
John McCullagh
Thoughts
We’re endebted to our friend Irene Saunders who posted this poem on Guestbook. Just thought it deserved upgrading to Frontpage!
Thoughts go home unbidden
When we’re somewhere far away ………
From Sunnyside to St Bride’s
By late October the wheat fields surrounding our house since our arrival were all shorn and empty. All that remained, a short distance away, seeming forlorn and lonely in the vast sea of grey stubble, was a huge pile of straw.
Old Newry Streets
I have neglected, this twelve months, to complete the 1940s review of the residents of Linenhall Square that I had begun. I will do so next. First some photos of the old Barracks – and other old streets of Newry!
Cowan Street 1914: more …
One of the more interesting intellectual pursuits one might follow in middle age is tracing one’s family roots. Begin with the living: ……..
1914 Cowan Street
1 T Cronin MD
2 Rev William Moore
3 Joseph Slane
5 Mrs Graham
7 Newry Hotel (T Heaney)
9 Thomas Smith
Bailey’s Foundry
This historic building, on the way into Bessbrook was recently demolished. There are very few remaining anywhere in the district. They were located close to rivers where water could be diverted and utilised as a source of power.
Prison Visit
I opened the letter with some anticipation. I was 16 years of age and rarely got anything in the post except the occasional birthday card. I recognised the postmark, as it was the same as other letters that arrived regularly for my parents.
Punk with Wellies
It was August 1977. We were huddled around a tape recorder listening to the Sex Pistols ….