John McCullagh

One day when I was not at home and our mother was helping Mrs Jeffrey gather wild strawberries in the cow pasture, Sally and Mary Ann watched closely as a large shaggy dog came trotting leisurely down the road from the South.

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Soon after our arrival in Canada, my father and Barney Quinn got a job with a local farmer, clearing bush from his land. Chopping away one day they spotted what they took to be a wolf eyeing them warily from a distance.

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Bridge Street, Newry  1914

1 William Hardy

1a Mary Neary

2 Margaret Fisher

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During those ‘washday’ trips to the local river, which we turned into a picnic/day-out, the baby was placed in the care of my sister Mary-Ann. She tended him on the grassy bank while Sally and I helped our mother.

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I will transport you now to the other end of town – the South-East – at the outbreak of the Great War. Who lived there?

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Canal Street used to have its own Police Barracks and its own Picture Palace.

 My father once worked for Joe McCullough of Number 19 who was a carpenter. 

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