John McCullagh

John McCullagh September 23, 2003

  I confess to scepticism over the need for these Assertiveness Courses.   [I assume you heard of the two nuns leaving the college? One turned to the other and remarked, ‘Mother Superior, aren’t these Self Assertion Classes just f***ing  great?’].     

John McCullagh September 17, 2003

No relief from poverty in Ireland existed before the 1840s, when 106 Poor Law Unions were established throughout Ireland. Newry Union, one of the largest and covering an area roughly equivalent to that of Newry and Mourne Council, provided indoor relief for 1,000 paupers. The Clerk of the Union and the Master who worked under […]

John McCullagh September 17, 2003

Northern Ireland’s post war housing stock was worse than that of any other part of the United Kingdom, despite having been spared the worst of the German blitz.  Most houses had been built before the First World War and they were grossly inadequate in quantity as well as in quality.     

John McCullagh September 15, 2003

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.

John McCullagh September 14, 2003

Pangur Ban ‘I and Pangur Ban my cat ‘Tis a like task we are at:Hunting mice is his delightHunting words I sit all night Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;Pangur bears me no ill will,He too plies his simple skill. ‘Tis a merry thing to seeAt our tasks […]

John McCullagh September 14, 2003

 Fun Corner Hidden in the bureaucratic gobbledygook below are common proverbs and expressions. The answers will be provided at the next updating of Newry Journal contents! Scintillate, scintillate, minor asteroid Neophyte’s serendipity Members of an avian species of similar plumage congregate en masse Surveillance should precede saltation Pulchritude possesses merely cutaneous profundity Do not become […]

John McCullagh September 10, 2003

3. Radio Days We lived, my parents, Edmund and I and baby Donal lived in a large rundown house on Bridge Street, owned by the McCartneys, who lived on the ground floor. We occupied the first floor, in what now would be called a flat.

John McCullagh September 9, 2003

Farewell to every hawthorn hedge, from Killeen to Belleeks  And every pool of sticklebacks and every shady creek

John McCullagh September 8, 2003

5. Thirsty Work Joe had served as a soldier in the Royal Irish Rifles in the Great War (First World War). He had been wounded at the Dardanelles. He was struck during the battle for Gallipoli and at the height of that ferocious, hopeless attack. He was towed on a raft across the waters to […]