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 […]
What about this man?!! You can have your Pat Jennings, Peter McParlands, Ronan Raffertys or whoever. You can even have John Mitchel. I’ll take Banjo as our all-time greatest hero, any day. Banjo is THE MAN.
Funeral Oration for Mrs Josie Keenan (nee O’Hanlon) My aunt, Josie Keenan, was born Josephine O’Hanlon on 15th March, 1920, youngest in a family of 3 boys and 4 girls to Owen O’Hanlon and Emma McKnight. Her siblings were Danny, my father, Katie, Mick, Emma, Rosina and John and they all lived together in beautiful […]
Moving slowly over the crest of a gentle hill, man, horse and plough are silhouetted against the evening sky. They seem like shadowy ghosts from a dim era that have returned as a quiet reminder to a world dominated by and crazed about speed. We cannot put back the clock: but it does seem wrong […]
Shortly before I ‘packed up’ – continued Sean Crawford – ‘I happened to be in our crowded local Post Office. A lady with the invincible inquisitiveness of her sex spoke loudly to me. ‘Is it true, Mr Crawford, that you are soon to retire?’ Everyone stopped talking and looked in my direction. ‘Madam,’ I replied […]