The mind’s eye sees it – the spirit of a spring morning – and the instinct senses it, quick as thought: a new presence which was not around the morning before, nor the night before – nor the day before.
John McCullagh
Lost on a Bus
I used that half-hour wisely, diligently studying the contents of my ready-reckoner card. In the end I felt confident that I had memorised a small section of it, and was familiar with the names of most stops – if not their location. I was ready to face the customer.
Growing up in Ireland
We went to the shop down the road, played Hide and Seek in the park, Hopscotch, Donkey, skipping, handstands, stuck in the mud, football with an old can:
Eliza Goddard, Russell’s love
Shortly we will feature a review of Francis Gallagher’s short biography of Thomas Russell. First a note on how Newry featured in his life.
Originally from Cork (son of a Church of Ireland decorated British army officer and a Catholic mother from Tipperary) Russell, who served with distinction himself in the Army before taking up a career as a librarian, was a phenomenon in many ways.
Dickie the paratrooper
I asked Dickie Rodgers – winner of our Reminiscence Competition – about his working life.
End for end, boys!
McAlpine was working with a crowd of gangers on a contract in a remote part of
Millvale, Bessbrook panorama
This is a panoramic aerial view of the Millvale Road, Bessbrook area. Enjoy!
’48: the aftermath
If that had been the end of the historical contribution of Young Irelanders, then they would have been, as a body, assigned to a mere footnote in the annals of Irish history …