John McCullagh

John McCullagh October 2, 2003

We’ve all got so much older and wiser in recent years that it has become difficult to impress us with new technology. Yet I have a tale to tell in this vein. As this story concerns two men who are sadly deceased, but one who is very much alive and who might take umbrage, I […]

John McCullagh October 2, 2003

He is everywhere, the teller of tall tales.  Some are interesting for their inventiveness.  Some merely boring as they relate their teller’s single-handed exploits.  One Newry man who served in Korea – Joe by name, but I’ll not tell you his surname for he’d torture me – never tires of telling how he defeated that […]

John McCullagh October 1, 2003

The Classical Greek Come sit down a while, and I’ll tell you a story Recall famous glories and honour the deadAnd hope that a smile will crack all of your facesAnd cares and all worries go out of your head.I’ll sing of some lads with exceptional qualitiesAll of them geniuses, truly uniqueAnd a gambler who’d […]

John McCullagh October 1, 2003

The streets behind the Cathedral were in former times known as The Back of the Dam.  What is now the Cathedral gardens was once the site of a huge flour mill.  Water from the Clanrye River was diverted north of the town into a mill race and the energy of the falling water used to […]

John McCullagh September 30, 2003

< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />  At one time it would have been deemed an ‘act of God’.  That would be a particularly harsh judgment on the Almighty, in this case.   The family car was travelling through the night and far from anywhere when Pallop Thachao was caught short.  They pulled […]

John McCullagh September 29, 2003

  I hesitated to ascribe the previous story to an ‘act of God’. Not so this one.     ‘The hillside was a well-known area for young lovers,’ explained the police chief. ‘Unfortunately it also attracts voyeurs spying on their antics.    These three men were peeping toms who liked to hide in an old broken-down […]

John McCullagh September 25, 2003

6. Fun of the Fair How bright the light is near the sea! We look down upon the fishing boats lying askew on the shining mud. Above these, the drunken tangle of wayward masts, around which graceful gulls glide, tirelessly wheeling, their hungry eyes questing, forever complaining as if they felt perpetually victimized.

John McCullagh September 25, 2003

Gerry Monaghan’s Memories 10 Mindful of its gloomy history, I have always regarded the quarry with thoughtful apprehension. Despite this, as an older boy I would go fishing for spricks (sticklebacks) in its clouded, enigmatic waters. The spricks were much bigger here and so more desirable. Later as teenagers, filled with the wild daring of […]

John McCullagh September 24, 2003

 Last run on the Bessbrook tram One local reporter shared the last tram run to Bessbrook, as it set out from the Edward Street terminus in January 1948, with a young boy, and one man and one woman.  This is his story.  In answer to his query, Mrs Hannah J Copeland replied that departure time […]

John McCullagh September 23, 2003

History of Newry Workhouse   [Part 2] by John McCullagh BA , BSc Prior to the 1830s some little local Poor Relief was sporadically offered – mainly through the Churches – in almshouses to orphans and to the most destitute.  Under the Poor Law Act of that decade a central Board, known until 1847 as the Poor […]