However much Gaelic games dominated the sporting scene in the 1960’s – and filled the pages of the local press with team photographs and match reports, it remained a closed world as far as I was concerned all through my teenage years.
John McCullagh
Cultural & Sporting Divisions
Awareness that a whole social and sporting culture existed of which I was not – and apparently could not – be a part, soon followed.
Catholic & Protestant Schools
When we went to see, ‘The Song of Bernadette’ and a local priest appeared before the start and ordered prayers, we all squeezed down dutifully on the greasy floor between the rows of seats and prayed like mad to Saint Bernadette.
Our Lady of Liberty!
When the ‘
‘He didn’t bless himself!’
My earliest memories of growing up in Newry include being taken into St Patrick’s and St Colman’s by my mother and one of my aunts to see the Christmas crib.
Rooney’s Terrace 1914
In recent decades, the
Fathom Hill
Five minutes or less from Newry town and you encounter all the beauty of nature in this secluded spot. The road is narrow and winding – thank goodness – for that helps to preserve its special quality!
Fathom Road View
There is an Upper and a Lower Fathom Road. This is the view from about halfway along the latter. Both emerge close to Clontygora just where the Council has sited a wonderful viewpoint – now closed courtesy of our vandals!
Newpoint in Cathedral
It was remiss, I felt, of the Drama Festival Committee not to seat all Season Ticket Holders at the front of the Cathedral for this unique performance. Not a lot to ask!
However, despite the distance at which these photos were taken, we hope they convey something of the spirit of the occasion!