John McCullagh April 24, 2011

  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 April 23, 2011

The writers to whom he was most attracted at this early stage were Sean O Faolain (whom he always singled out as the best Irish short story writer), Liam O’Flaherty, Frank O’Connor, Peadar O’Donnell and Michael MacLaverty.  

John McCullagh April 23, 2011

   Michael J. Murphy, writer and folklorist, was born in Eden Street, Liverpool , in June 1913 and died at Walterstown, Castlebellingham, Co. Louth, on May 18th 1996.

John McCullagh April 23, 2011

  It was, they agreed, a hasky day but powerful for the time of year and good for getting out the pratties. The three of us were digging them out with spades, gathering at intervals.

John McCullagh January 10, 2011

Readers here will know of the respect I own for the late Ulster poet John Hewitt and also for the South Armagh folklorist Michael J Murphy.  The following poem was written by Hewitt in tribute to our ‘Last Druid’ Michael J Murphy.  It is entitled The Fairy Thresher.

John McCullagh January 3, 2009

Louth County Council is to be commended on its recent renovation work at this historic site.  Lug Bhan Fada or "The Long Woman’s Grave" now has car parking space (unfortunately, as yet, loose stone) and the following legend on granite in tribute to the Spanish Lady.

John McCullagh December 5, 2007

The tune of ‘The Bard of Armagh’ has often been borrowed for country and pop songs – "The Streets of Laredo",  ‘Only the Heartaches’ , Dominic Behan’s "The Patriot Game" and an antiwar song of Bob Dylan’s "With God on our Side", just for example.  These are the words of the original  (?) ……….

John McCullagh June 29, 2007

I learned from my mother in The Meadow, how to bake homemade bread. It was of necessity. My father, the only wage-earner was recently deceased. There were fifteen mouths to feed.

John McCullagh June 19, 2007

In the days of our grandparents, the woman stayed at home while the man went out to work – if he was lucky enough to be in work.  Even if he had his own farm, he would seek seasonal work to supplement his income. This might entail flax-pulling or potato picking on another man’s farm.