John McCullagh

John McCullagh June 10, 2019

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 June 9, 2019

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

John McCullagh June 8, 2019

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 […]

John McCullagh June 7, 2019

In the bygone days of yore Life was slower – that’s for sureEverything was in its placeGod in heaven, no rat race In the home, a nuclear familyMum and dad and baby EmilyHe’d help her and they’d be happyThough he’d never change that nappy! Dad worked hard to earn our fareMum was kindly – always […]