Isn’t it amazing how expressive – how illustrative – indeed how thoroughly familiar are the old black-and-white photos of our childhood? The central figure in this poignant tableau is Ann Boyle of Castle Street. Her proud father Louis Boyle – Newry taxi-driver when there were no more than a half-dozen of them altogether – shows off his girl in her beautiful First Holy Communion dress. Ann is now a retired schoolteacher (St Patrick’s, The Meadow) dramatis persona and leading light of the Newry Drama Festival Committee these decades past.
Reminiscence
15th August: concluded
Back in Warrenpoint Daddy took us to Malocca’s for fish and chips, tea, bread and butter.
Dart the Bull
When we arrived at Crieve ‘Dart’ Sands was standing in the compound with a smile on his face like a Cheshire cat. Services rendered I paid Mr Sands ten shillings and sixpence.
Bridget bellows …
One night in early autumn I was awakened to the sound of short, sharp moos. I instinctively knew that this was Bridget and the mooing continued through the night. The next morning, Grandpa says to me,
Luck’n’Away 1
I was so excited when Granda told me that we were getting our first Friesian cow.
The following morning my four sons and I waited patiently for the cattle lorry to arrive.
Read about Irish Lucky charms here
Celtic play Golf, virtually
Rory McElroy’s exploits in the field of golf brought back some memories of a trip to Glasgow some years ago.
Columban Hall
I would like to submit this short article in response to Tom Wharton’s query about Newry’s Columban Hall…
An Inspector Calls …
After three years at University and a year of teacher training, which included three extended stints of ‘teaching practice’ in a variety of schools, I finally faced a class of teenage boys alone, and literally shook with trepidation.