The occasion of celebration was the marriage, exactly a half century ago, of Cassie McLoughlin to Anthony Fitzpatrick. Cassie was the youngest daughter of Addy McLoughlin, of whom we have a number of stories to follow!
Cassie’s Wedding
John McCullagh
Going to my Hometown
Parading a musty clop along the mall;
Redbrick and granite should glimmer in their boast.
Razing a glint in bier-garten toast,
I’m jealous – their sip, lip-locked – I’m enthralled.
The chivalrous sweat in musical droves,
Saluting the weather with world-weary wink.
The steeples, serene, without rain to drink:
A clan wry, a-flowing – a city of mauve.
Borderline bubble I love you so well.
I source you for boredom, ’tis true, ’tis true,
For dryness can seem here the hottest of hells
But I would be dead if ’twas not for you –
A cynic. A liar. A lover. A son –
A soul wracked to bone mass from valley-sought glue.
Four Ducks on a Pond Poem
If you feel strange using this revamped format, just join the gang! This is my first effort at adding a story. This is a short but memorable poem by William Allingham.
Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond.
A blue sky of Spring,
White clouds on the wing:
Ah, what a small thing
To remember for years –
To remember with tears!
St Bridget’s Cross
Faughart today is best known for its shrine to Saint Bridget. The original ‘Calvary’ built there in the Marian Year became a place of pilgrimage for Catholics from all parts of
Yelverton Marriage Case
Like me, in browsing Newry’s history you may have read or heard some reference to the famous ‘Yelverton Marriage case’ and wondered what it was all about.
When women ‘had their place’
Carmel found the following article and submitted it for our approval or otherwise!
Sonnet LXXIII
Perhaps it’s Seasonal Affective Disorder: it might be due to recent sad losses: I might just be growing old; but something, this time of year, brings me back to my favourite Shakespeare sonnets. Just thought you might like to share one or two with me.